Page 76 of Forever and Ever

A stray breeze runs through the air and tickles the hair on the back of my neck making me shiver.

So, hold on tight

Hold on now

Hold on…

to me

I’m yours

The beat ends again and I hit pause, letting the words settle a little bit. If there are limits, I feel well outside of them right now. My growing feelings for Noah are beyond my comfort level, and what he said about his fear of me running for the hills, doesn’t feel as crazy as it sounds.

My visceral reaction is to get away, to escape whatever I’m feeling before it’s too late. But surprisingly, my feet keep me in place.

When I climbed into his bed last night, I meant what I said. I’m ready to give in to this and see what we can make of it. The trouble is, Noah’s limits are still far out on the horizon, way beyond where I’m standing. And I’m not sure how far past my own I’m willing to go to meet him there.

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Merry

“Woman,youaregoingto break my dick with all this sex,” Noah says, as he slides his pants on and shakes his head. But the smile on his face is proof that it’s not actually a complaint.

“Aww…” I crawl across the bed toward him and kneel when I reach the edge. “Does that mean I’d get to play nurse?”

Noah wraps his arms around my waist and pulls my naked body against him. “You can be whatever you want.”

He rakes my hair off my face and kisses me. Even if my lips are sore and every muscle in my body aches, I melt against his mouth and yearn for it.

Being under the same roof as Noah has been a bit of a problem when it comes to my productivity. Because all week, when we aren’t at Adrian’s recording, we’re fucking—in his bed, on the counter, on the couch, in the yard, in the shower, on the table. Give it another week and I don’t think there will be a piece of furniture that doesn’t remind me of an orgasm.

I’m not sure if we’re making up for lost time, but we can’t keep our hands off each other.

I push Noah back a step and he frowns.

“In all seriousness though, you’re right, none of that. We’re getting out of the house and keeping our hands to ourselves for at least eight hours. Recovery time.” But I brush my hands down his stomach as I say it, letting them graze over the bulge in his pants.

Noah tips my chin up. “If you don’t stop touching my cock, the only recovery your pussy is going to get is when I put you on your knees and stick my dick in your mouth instead.”

I’m tempted to keep pushing because there is something really hot about when Noah gets bossy in the bedroom, but he’s right. Our bodies need a few hours off, so I pull away and hop off the bed. He smacks my ass as I make my way past him to the bathroom, and I yelp.

Everything he does sets me on fire, and I’m not sure if it’s a good thing or totally twisted that I can’t get enough.

I’ve always enjoyed having sex. I’m not shy about fucking and having fun with it. But being with Noah is different—next level. Beyond anything I’ve felt with any other person. Because it isn’t just physical release. It’s soul-shattering.

I shower quickly, and Noah is dressed and ready by the time I meet him outside. He gets the motorcycle out of the garage and winks at me as he hands me a helmet. There’s something uniquely sexy about Noah’s calm and confidence in every situation. His presence relaxes me.

Wrapping myself around him, we take off down the road, and I let my stress melt off me as the wind whips around us. There’s nothing but us and the endless feeling of escape as we ride, Colorado trees flying by, sunshine peeking through the branches.

If it were up to me, we’d ride forever.

But when Noah pulls over, the eternal calmness of the road fades in the distance and I’m left again with the unsettling feelings burrowed inside me.

“We should always ride the motorcycle.” I pull off my helmet and it feels good to be out of the house, even if it’s unusually hot for late July.

He laughs and shakes his head. “What about when it’s snowing?” He reaches for my hand, pulling me down a path that winds through the forest.

“Okay, maybe not when it’s snowing.” I shrug. “But all other times.”

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