Page 325 of Warlords, Witches & Wolves

He slowed the kiss before easing back, but kept his hands around my face, lowering his forehead to mine. Glorious sensations trickled through my body as a sweet ache built between my legs.

“I don’t want to rush this,” he whispered.

That made me smirk. “You call waiting fifteen years rushing?”

“You know what I mean.” He kissed me again, a soft peck on my forehead. “We should talk first. There are things I need to tell you before we go any further.”

I ran my fingers down his sides, grazing my nails along his waist, halting at his hips. His erection thickened between us, pressing against my lower belly. I figured I had two choices. I could step back, let him put his clothes on and we could go inside to talk. Or I could surrender to the intensity between us and see where it led.

We only just met in person, but we’d known each other for what felt like a lifetime. We had plenty of time to talk later.

I lifted my gaze to meet those glacier pools of blue. “The second I saw you in the bar, I felt like we’d met before. I sensed this connection between us.” I slid my hands around to his lower back. “I thought at first maybe we’d known each other in a past life, but that sounded too crazy. Turns out, the real reason was even more unbelievable.”

His lips kicked up on one side, and that dimple deepened, making my legs weak.

“I have lots of questions, but right now, I…”

He curled a finger under my chin, lifting my gaze back to his. “You what?”

“I feel like I was meant to come back here. I was meant to see you again.” I traced his firm, rigid abs, sliding my hands up to his chest. “I was meant to be with you.”

Noah held my gaze for what seemed like forever, searching for something. A second, a minute, I couldn’t tell. Whatever he looked for, he must’ve found it because his hands guided my face to his and he kissed me.

My world spun, blurring in a fierce collision of emotion. Longing, lust, and something else clenched my heart. I didn’t even flinch when he lifted me, locking my legs around his waist, and carried me up the stairs and inside the house. He paused for a moment, as though deciding which direction.

“Couch?” I murmured between kisses.

I had no doubt he could carry me up the stairs to my bedroom, but I was too impatient to wait.

Still kissing me, he instead diverted to the nearby kitchen, lowering my butt onto the counter. Positioned between my legs, he trailed hot kisses down my neck as his hands slipped under my shirt. Every cell in my body sizzled, his fingers leaving a white-hot trail over my skin.

Up went my arms and off came my shirt. He threw it behind him somewhere. He kissed me again, harder this time. Gripping my butt, he lifted me off the counter and lowered my legs to stand. He dragged down my sweatpants and I kicked them off my feet.

I panted like crazy, standing before him in just my underwear. In hindsight, I should’ve worn prettier ones.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, tracing a finger between my breasts.

His thumb brushed over the fabric of my bra sending a wild burst of heat to my core. He kissed along my collarbone, dragging my bra strap down as his mouth trailed across my shoulder. In one impressive move, he unclasped and slipped off my bra, before continuing his kisses down my chest to my breasts.

Before, when I said I couldn’t remember ever taking the time to admire a guy’s naked body, I also couldn’t remember a guy ever admiring mine like Noah did now. His molten gaze tracked along every inch of my skin, not just with lust, but with hunger, desire, and that look he’d given me earlier. Awe.

My lower back pressed into the countertop, my breathing heavy. Noah was magnificent. Smooth golden skin, perfectly defined muscles. The tattoos along his torso came alive with every flex. My head fell back as his mouth continued exploring. He worshipped my body with kisses and soft gentle strokes, sending a wild burst of fire through my blood.

His hands trailed down my stomach, hooking his fingers beneath the waist of my panties. Slowly, he dragged them down, planting sweet kisses along my middle.

As he straightened, he slid his hand up the inside of my thighs, brushing the apex. The possessive look in his gaze almost undid me. I wanted him to not just touch me but devour me. Make me his forever.

He gripped my hips and lifted me back onto the counter. With one hand on my belly, he gently coaxed me onto my back.

His gaze dipped to my core. “I’ve waited so long to make you mine.”

Oh, hell.If his mouth ventured anywhere near down there, I’d fall apart and never recover.

I held my breath, the anticipation a sweet sinful torture. The moment his tongue lapped my core, I all but exploded. My lower back arched off the counter.

His tongue circled, and stroked, building me higher and higher. My fingers curled on the countertop, searching for something to grip but coming up empty. Just when I thought I couldn’t stand it any longer, Noah caught me between his lips, and I flew off the cliff. Glittering lights burst before my eyes. Heat flashed through every vein in my body.

Delicate kisses traveled the inside of my thigh, working their way up to my middle as tiny tremors erupted over my skin. When he straightened, he curled an arm around my back and lifted me upright, holding me against him.

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