Page 60 of The Forever Formula
I wasn’t messing around tonight. I was a man on a mission—a mission to make up for lost time. To claim Rachel as mine. And to make her moan in pleasure.
As soon as I laid her on the bed, I started to strip her down, peeling off a jacket, a sweater, a T-shirt, her bra, and then moved on to her pants.
“How many layers are there?” I groaned in frustration as I pulled off a second pair of pants and finally found her panties.
She laughed. “It was cold out.”
“I’m going to warm you up,” I told her as I stood beside the bed and pulled my shirt off.
She watched me carefully, so I slowed it down and gave her a show. Hell, I was proud of my body, and watching her reaction was worth it. My jeans and boxers came off next, and then finally my socks.
“Come here.”
She whined at my delay, and I complied, crawling up the bed to settle myself between her legs. Our mouths came together in a scorching-hot kiss. I pulled the sheet over us.
The feeling of her body—which had been cold but was quickly heating—and her soft skin, it felt ... just right.
Rachel pushed me gently, and I rolled over. She shifted down the bed, her hands splayed out on my abs, her fingers tracing my muscles, which tightened in response.
She looked up at me with a smirk. “Showoff.”
“For you, always.”
Rachel shifted down then, and without giving me any warning, she kissed a path along my abs. I watched her in fascination.
“Sweetheart,” I murmured when her lips grazed the most sensitive spot on my body.
She smiled and then brought her mouth around me. Damn, it felt good.
I groaned, clenching my muscles in reaction, and slammed my eyes shut to maintain my control. I took a few breaths to steady myself, and then opened my eyes to see her in action. And damn, was she beautiful like that.
I pulled her up toward me then. I needed her. Not her mouth on me—I neededallof her. Now.
My heart beat unevenly as I felt her silky heat slide across my hard length. Her breathing was just as ragged as mine. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes hazy.
I sucked at the sensitive skin on her neck and her ample chest. She arched back on a moan, and I shifted us up and pulled her close to me.
Her legs wrapped around my waist, squeezing me impossibly close. My hips were moving of their own accord. I needed to slow things down, but she was rubbing herself all over me, and I loved it.
“Sweetheart ... condom.”
I barely got the words out before Rachel nodded her approval of this idea and went right back to kissing my neck. I managed to grab a little foil wrapper from the bedside drawer and wrangle the condom on.
As soon as that task was done, she rose up on her knees to find just the right angle.
We both let out a sigh of pleasure. It was the perfect moment—the calm before the storm. I knew that this meant she was mine, and I sensed that she did too.
I pressed up without another thought and sank inside her.
“Noah.” She gasped, her voice strangled.
I couldn’t speak, even if I wanted to. I was focused solely on the feel of her, the sight of her, how everything about this woman was consuming me in the best possible way.
My hips gave a little thrust.
Her hands roamed my back, her nails lightly brushing against my skin.
Our mouths locked together, our tongues lapping softly, slowly, while we began to move together, her writhing in time with each of my thrusts. It was painstakingly slow, but it had to be. We were making up for years of lost time right now. It was something that couldn’t be rushed. More than a decade of longing had gone into this moment.
