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My heart aches with love for him at the same time as an intense, uncontrollable need claws at me. A need to possess and be possessed by him. Always, only him.
“Look at me,” I say, thumbs stroking his cheeks.
When Noah opens his eyes, what I see in them has my stomach flipping, my heart pounding madly. I wrap my legs around his waist and roll my hips against his, wild desire ripping through me at the whimper that falls from his lips. “Don’t hold back. I don’t want you to. Give me everything, Noah.”
His eyes flash as he pulls out and thrusts back in, lighting up every nerve ending in my body and making my pussy clench around him.
“Motherfucker,” Noah groans as he does it again, and again, moving against me in steady strokes that hit me exactly where I need him. He slides his hands under me, gripping my shoulders and grinding his hips against mine, thrusting so deeply into me that I know I’ll feel him for days. Weeks. Months. Maybe forever.
It’s that word—forever—that has pleasure coiling in my belly, snaking up my spine.
“Noah, oh my godddd,” I moan out, my hips rising and falling with each of his powerful thrusts. The way we move together, bodies slapping and grinding…it’s both a dance as old as time and a rhythm that is uniquely ours. One I would be happy to keep for the rest of my life. “I’m so close. Please don’t stop.”
“Never, Hannah. I’ll never. Fucking. Stop.” He punctuates each word with a fierce snap of his hips that has my pleasure spiraling higher, straight into the stratosphere. “Give it to me, Hannah. Come all over my dick and make it messy. I want you all over me.”
On this next thrust, Noah angles his hips in exactly the right way, hitting a spot deep inside me that has my pleasure cresting, spilling over until I’m coming so hard the breath is pushed from my lungs, black spots dancing in my vision as I come apart under him, my mouth open in a silent scream as pleasure races up and down my limbs.
“Look at me, Hannah,” Noah grinds out. “I want to see my wife’s eyes when I flood this pussy with my cum.”
My orgasm is still hitting me in waves when my eyes meet Noah’s. The second they do, his breath shudders out, his hips losing their rhythm as his cock swells inside me and he comes on a long, low groan, his legs shaking and his fingers gripping my shoulders like I’m his only tether to this earth.
“Holy shit.” Noah gasps, his hips slowing. He collapses to the side, taking me with him, wrapping an arm around my waist and tangling his other hand in my hair, laying his lips on my forehead. Our bodies are slick with sweat and our chests heave together as we come back to earth, but the way he cradles my body against his is tender, reverent almost.
“You’re amazing,” Noah whispers, his lips moving over my face, kissing me everywhere he can reach. “You did so, so well, Hannah.”
Overwhelmed in the best way, I press a kiss to his chest, right above his heart, feeling it pound against my lips, matching the rhythm of mine. “You too,” I mumble, so relaxed and sated that I could fall asleep right here on the hard ground, with Noah’s body pressed to mine.
Noah chuckles, his hand stroking up and down my back. “Pretty girl,” he murmurs, tangling his legs with mine. “My girl. My wife. Mine.”
His voice is quiet, but the words reverberate between us, and as they settle, I realize that there isn’t one single part of me that doesn’t want to be exactly that.
His.
We stay like that for a long time, tangled together under the starry sky. At some point Noah stands, tugging his T-shirt over my head and his shorts up his legs and then lifting me into his arms, carrying me down the stairs to my apartment. Never letting me go, he walks us straight into the shower, where he washes my hair and every inch of me, his hands running over my body in soothing strokes as he whispers words I don’t hear but somehow understand. Words that have my heart pounding and my soul settling.
When we’re both clean and dry, he tucks me into bed and slides in behind me, his chest pressed firmly against my back and his arms wrapped tightly around me. When he taps my arm three times and whispers “Goodnight, Gorgeous,” I think that I have never been so content in my entire life. And with that thought in my head, I drop directly into a deep and dreamless sleep.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
NOAH
“Is that strippers?” Cooper asks at the knock on the door of our hotel suite.
I snort out a laugh, dropping my phone on the coffee table and standing to answer it. “Why would you think it would be strippers?”
Cooper shrugs, leaning back on the couch, beer bottle dangling from his fingers. “I honestly don’t know. None of us have ever gotten married before. I don’t know how it works.”
I have to practically clamp my mouth shut to avoid telling him that Jordan is not, in fact, the first of us to get married. Fuck, I want to tell them. I want to yell from the rooftops that Hannah is my wife. I want her to be my wife forever. But I’m also fairly attached to my balls, which she will absolutely remove from my body in the most painful way imaginable if I spill the secret before she’s ready.
Jordan tosses an Oreo at Cooper’s head. “It’s food, asshole. We ordered pizza.” Cooper catches the Oreo on the fly and shoves it into his mouth. “How it works is that we eat the pizza and then I go to Hallie and Ben’s house to sleep with my girl.”
I pull open the door and take the pizzas from the delivery guy, coming back into the room and setting them onto the coffee table. “Aren’t you not supposed to see the bride before the wedding? Bad luck or something. Isn’t that why we got a massive hotel suite? So we could all stay here together the night before?”
Elliot laughs, slapping my hand away when I reach for a slice and handing me a plate. “Use a plate like an adult. Jesus. Also, are you new here? As if Jordan would ever spend a night away from Jo when he didn’t have to.”
Jordan rolls his eyes. “Like you’re any better. How long before you’re driving straight to Gabe and Molly’s house to hop into bed with Amelia?”
Elliot grins, grabbing his own pizza slice. “I’m not the one getting married tomorrow, so it isn’t bad luck for me to see my girl tonight. I’m giving her some time with her brother and sister-in-law, but when you leave, I’m out too. I’m sleeping there tonight.”
