Page 94 of One Last Time
My God, his voice is so damn seductive that I have no choice but to do what he asks. I look at the lust swirling in his green eyes, and my pulse pounds in my ears. Noah starts to move slowly as neither of us disconnects our gazes. His hands glide up my legs, and then we’re nose tonose.
Something shifts between us. It’s no longer just sex. I don’t know if it ever was, but there’s no denying it right now. His fingers cup my cheek, and I hold the back of his neck. Noah’s lips touch my nose, my forehead, my cheeks, my eyelids, and then finally mylips.
“You’re so beautiful,” he tells me as he moves slowly. “You make it impossible to think of anything but being withyou.”
“I want you so much,” I tellhim.
“You have me, sweetheart. You have me.” He continues to make love to me, whispering about how good it feels and how much he cares aboutme.
I’moverwhelmed.
Every part of me is becoming his. There’s no denying how I feel anymore. Whether I wanted to or not, I’ve fallen in love with him. He’s everything I could’ve ever wanted to find. In his eyes, I see all the answers to the fears I have about how he feels. Neither of us needs to say the words to speakthem.
“I can’t hold back much longer,” he tellsme.
I lift his head, waiting for him to look at me. When he does, I let all the remaining walls between us crumble. “Love me, Noah. Love me and don’t holdback.”
Our foreheads touch and Noah falls over theedge.
I lie here, totally spent loving his weight on top of me. My fingers make patterns on his back and he kisses my neck. “We were pretty loud,” he says with an impishgrin.
“If we woke thekids. . .”
Both our heads move to the door, hoping no little feet are visible. “I think we’re clear,” Noah laughsquietly.
I hope so, that will be a conversation I’d love to avoid until the kids are . . .forty.
We clean up, and I go double-check to make sure the kids are asleep. Relief consumes me when I find them both passed out exactly like I left them an hour ago. I tiptoe back to my room, feeling like a teenager who is going to be caught by herparents.
He’s still in my bed with his arm behind his head and a smile on hislips.
“And?” he asks as I climb in next tohim.
Noah’s arm wraps around me as I lie against his chest. “Both are soundasleep.”
“Good.”
My legs tangle with his, loving the way he lets me wrap myself around him like a vine. The closer we get, the more secure I feel. I have so many questions about what we’re doing, but I never know when to bring itup.
There are truths that aren’t going to go anywhere, no matter how hard we wish things were different. I live here, my kids live here, my life is in Tampa, but Noah’s isn’t. I’ve told myself this whole time it didn’t matter because I wasn’t going to fall forhim.
That clearly didn’t workout.
It’s time wetalk.
“Noah?” I run my finger across his chest. “When the feature is done next week, thenwhat?”
He goes still, and I wish I could take the words back. Knowledge isn’t always power, sometimes, it hurts and is dangerous to yourheart.
“Then we have to make aplan.”
Okay, plans aren’t bad. Unless it’s a plan to figure out a way to end this, then I would like a new architect working onthis.
I lift my head. “Does that plan involve us being something other than the great friends we arenow?”
He pushes the hair out of my eyes and smiles. “I think we’re more than friends,Kris.”
“Depends on what you think a friend is,” Icounter.
