Page 41 of Beauty and the Cop
I'm a little afraid of Elsie, though. The woman is a goddess. And the depth of what I feel for her…well, I've never been in love before, don't have a clue if this is always what it's supposed to feel like. Gut-wrenching, all-consuming, exhilarating. I've been falling for weeks already, and I just keep going deeper.
Go hard or go home, though, right?
I have no intentions of going home anytime soon.
"No," Elsie mumbles when I shift beneath her. She clutches at me, her arms tensing and then relaxing again.
"I'm not going anywhere, baby," I promise, wrapping my arms around her to drag my ass from the chaise before we end up sleeping there. Her couch was uncomfortable enough the night we slept there.
I tuck her face into my neck, carrying her down the hall to her bedroom.
Her arms tense and relax again when I lay her down on her big bed. She doesn't have to worry, though. I follow her down, dragging the sheet up over us before tucking her into my side.
She sighs my name in her sleep.
I pass out with her in my arms and a grin on my face.
Chapter Thirteen
Elsie
"Noah," I whisper, reachingout to run my hand down his chest, through the light dusting of hair, then across the contoured plains of his stomach. I keep my gaze locked on his sleeping form, memorizing the way shadows spill across his body in the early morning light. His naked body issprawled across my bed, the satin sheet riding low across one hip.
The man is a god in clothes. Out of them, he's whatever comes after that.
I left little red marks on his shoulders and upper arms. Ask me if I'm sorry about them. I'm not, not even a little bit.
I feel as if waking up to him in my bed like this is a dream. But it's not. I know this because, in my dreams, no matter how many times he made love to me, we never fell asleep together. It's as if my subconscious always took pity on me, protecting me from the pain I'd feel when I opened my eyes and realized he wasn't here.
But he's here right now, and the dull ache low in my belly…well, a vibrator didn't cause that. Not this time. That was all Noah, every delicious inch of him.
Alice will be so proud.
"Noah," I whisper again, running my fingers across the hipbone peeking from beneath the blanket.
He doesn't stir, but his cock does, the head playing peek-a-boo from beneath the sheet as it swells. I scoot closer, curling my body against his. I can't stop touching him, running one hand up and down his stomach, then back to his hip. Each time, he grows a little harder, his dick pulling the sheet lower until it finally slips off entirely.
I smile to myself before sliding my hand down his stomach and around his shaft. I hold the hot weight in my palm for a long moment, savoring how my fingers barely fit around him, at how intimate this feels.
I run my hand up and down his length.
As the soft rays of light spilling through my bedroom window begin burning shadows away faster than before, Noah stirs—his arm curling around me and his hips lifting from the bed. A lazy groan tumbles from his lips.
My heart stutters at that sexy, sleepy sound. I pump him again, and then again. His hips lift each time, searching out my hand.
I know the instant he's fully awake. He stills, groans, then rolls toward me.
I grumble when his cock falls from my hand.
"Mmm," he murmurs, nuzzling his face into my neck. "Good morning, Dimples."
"You're in my bed," I say.
"Fuck yeah, I am." The satisfaction in his voice makes me smile. He slides his hand up my stomach, cupping my breast. "How do you feel, baby?" he asks softly, his breath warm in my ear.
"Perfect." The dull ache between my thighs doesn't even register with his thumb brushing like butterfly wings across my nipple.
"I want to show you what I dreamed. May I?" His teeth graze my ear.
