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“Is this okay?” he asked.
Oh my God, he was going to kill me. “Stop asking stupid questions. Do you think I’d be here if it wasn’t?”
His mouth curled in a slow smile. “You never do things you don’t want to do.”
That wasn’t strictly true. But I wasn’t going to waste time arguing with him about it. Besides, he was already starting to push into me. And he was so big, so hard, that smile still curving his lush lips, that I was going to lose my mind. I stopped breathing and tilted my hips to take him, his cock stretching me and filling me up until I thought I would explode.
And fuck, when he started to move, I knew I would.
He was slow and tender, taking my hands in his and stretching them out to the side so I was spread open for him as he took me. He never stopped staring, pinning my gaze with his own as he moved in and out, in and out, going so slow that I wanted to scream.
Or tell him to never stop. I wasn’t sure which.
When the pressure started to build inside me, though, I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer. “Stop being so gentle,” I told him.
He closed his eyes, the strain on his face unreal. “You’re so small. I don’t want to hurt you.”
I yanked hand out of his grip and put it to his face, suddenly impatient. “You’re not going to. And I’m tired of being treated like I might break.”
He opened his eyes and stared at me for a second.
And then he started moving faster, pounding into me harder. In and out and then back in again as my body took every blow, rising up to meet him and take him deeper. And fuck, this waseverything. All of my focus narrowed down on that point of contact between us, where he was reaching deeper and deeper into me, building something that I couldn’t hold inside. My body was getting more coiled with every thrust, an earthquake building inside me, and when he finally released my eyes and bent down over me, taking my ear in his teeth and groaning deeply with need, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold onto it much longer.
He was driving me right to the edge, and I wanted to take him with me.
“Noah,” I gasped. “Please. God, please.”
“Please what, Bug?”
His voice was husky and strained, but it was the nickname that drove me into the light. He’d called me that from the first day we met, and it had always meant safety. Security. Someone at my back.
It had always meant Noah.
I exploded for him them, crying out in abandon, and he flew into the orgasm with me, pumping into me as my body opened up even further for him, his face buried in my neck and my name on his lips.
20
MOLLY
Iwoke up before Noah.
I glanced at the window and saw that it wasn’t full light yet. Not yet dawn. I’d always been an early riser, and now I was glad of that fact. Granted we were in my room, and I should have been safe here, but there was a big problem with that plan.
A Noah problem.
I rolled over, trying to move as quietly as possible–silly, when I was in a bed–and came to rest facing him. God, he was beautiful. His face was gentler when he was asleep. That line between his eyebrows went away, and he didn’t hold his mouth so stiff. All the tension left his cheeks and he looked almost childlike this way. Sure, the blond hair was messy and needed washed. His chin was rough with stubble. And ink climbed its way up his neck and into his hair line. But the face...
I wondered if this was how he’d looked when he was a kid, back before he moved to the orphanage. I met him when he’d already been there a few years and had been scarred by what it did to you. But before that...
Had he looked this innocent all the time?
Probably not, I realized. He told me once what his mother had been like, and that he’d never even met his father. I knew he’d been starving and cold and neglected even before he came to the orphanage, and that it had been even harder, perhaps, as he’d been trying to look after the woman who should have loved him. I didn’t know if she’d been intentionally evil–he’d never said–but she hadn’t given him what she should have. She certainly hadn’t provided a safe or welcoming home.
Maybe he’d never been able to be a child, really.
The thought broke my heart a little bit, and I reached one gentle finger out to brush his cheek lightly. He twitched, but didn’t wake up, and I bit my lip. How the fuck was I going to get him out of my room and to his own before anyone else was up and around? He wasn’t supposed to be here. He was my big brother and my oldest friend, as well as part of the band I was covering. He’d promised Taylor he was going to clean up his act, and I’d promised Janette I wouldn’t get involved with anyone in the band.
We’d both broken our promises, and put our careers at risk. We were insane. I was going to lose my job. He’d risk any new contract the Authors might win. This would be the worst possible publicity for the band, and for me, and for him. God, what had we done? This had been a terrible idea. The worst. His, of course. And as far as my career went, I didn’t need a guy getting in my way now that I was finally on the road to something big. I’d landed a job at Tempest, for fuck’s sake, and here I was risking it for...
