Page 45 of The Forever Formula
Was I freezing? Yes. Did my feet hurt running over rocks and sticks? Yes. Did I give two hoots? Not a chance.
Noah tore after me but was more affected by the rocks. “How are you running on this?” he called out after me as he picked his way through the field.
“I’m tough as nails,” I called out triumphantly.
“You’re insane!” he shouted across the distance.
When I reached a small group of trees just before the road, I finally stopped. I certainly couldn’t be stripped down to my birthday suit next to the road. It might be late, but people could still drive by and see us.
I dropped his clothes in a pile and peeled off my wet underwear. My pants stuck to my legs because my skin was still a little damp, but I managed.
I was fully dressed by the time Noah caught up to me. I watched in fascination as he peeled off his boxers and slipped on his jeans.
“Isn’t that ... uncomfortable?” I nodded toward the zipper.
“It’s not bad. Not ideal, but not bad.”
“Huh. The things you learn,” I said thoughtfully.
He laughed easily, and we turned for the truck.
Then, for the first time in nine years, Noah Hart laced his fingers through mine. We walked away from the hot springs with new, better memories, just as he’d promised.
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SO MUCH BETTER
Noah
The drive back was excruciating, but it passed quickly. When I pulled onto the road that led up the mountain, Rachel leaned over and put her hand on my knee.
“Let’s go to my place.”
Those were the sweetest words I’d ever heard. I had wondered if I should be a gentleman and just drop her off. But hearing her say she wanted me to come over, well, let’s just say it did all kinds of things to my already overactive libido.
I maneuvered the truck up the gravel drive and pulled to a stop in front of her cabin. I cut the engine and hopped out, crossing around to help her down from the truck. Not that she needed it—I just wanted another chance to be close to her.
Rachel’s hands landed on my shoulders, and then our mouths found each other.
The kiss went from zero to scorching-hot in a big damn hurry. I’d never wanted anyone more.
I lifted her into my arms and kicked the door shut behind us as I carried her into the house. She wrapped her legs around my waist—just like she’d done in the hot spring.
Carrying her straight toward the bedroom, I knew it would be pointless to ask her if she wanted another glass of wine, or to talk in the living room. She was kissing me like she was every bit as desperate for this as I was, and making little pleasure-filled sounds when my tongue stroked hers.
After setting Rachel down in the center of the bed, I stood for a moment, just appreciating the view. It wasn’t one I’d ever planned on enjoying. The girl I once loved, back here again. If this was the only night I got before she came to her senses about this place, I wasn’t going to waste it.
“Noah ...” She reached one hand toward me, beckoning me to join her.
I sat next to her on the bed and wasted no time bringing my mouth down to hers again.
Kissing was usually just okay, something you had to do to get from point A to point B. But with Rachel, it could easily be the main attraction. It was that good. Her hot little mouth was doing wicked things—stroking my tongue with hers, trailing warm, sucking kisses down my neck. My heart rate was out of control and my body was primed and ready.
Easing my hand under her sweater, I found her perfect tits. They were soft and warm, and her heart was beating wildly. She brought one hand between us and grazed the back of her knuckles along my denim-covered shaft.
Our eyes connected, and a thousand things were communicated between us. Neither of us was backing down from whatever this was.
I moved down the bed, positioning myself between her legs, and pulled her jeans down. Her panties were damp, and I pulled those off next, running my hands up her thighs.
