Page 79 of Pure Seduction (Chamberlin Brothers 1)

“Thank you,” he said. “Thank you for having my child, for raising him to be an incredible man, and for giving me the opportunity to now be part of his life. You’ll never understand how much that means to me.”

Noah brought his fingers to his mouth, kissed them, and placed them back on my stomach.

“You’re an incredible woman, Laurel. God knows I’ll never be able to repay you for what you’ve given me. But I’m damn well gonna try.”

Tears fell down my face. When he looked up at me, I took his cheeks between my hands and drew him up so I could kiss him. As the exquisite weight of his body pressed me down into the covers, I enjoyed the feel of being cocooned by him and the soft duvet.

I felt safe.

I felt loved.

And when he began to move over the top of me, I felt alive.

I slid my fingers into the back of his hair and arched up into his body. Noah ran his fingers down the outside of my thigh to my knee and hooked his fingers around under it. He then lifted it until I wrapped my leg around him, and he rolled his hips over me in a sensual massage.

I pressed my head back into the pillow and reveled in the slow build rising in me. My nerve endings were tingling, my thighs clenching, and that erotic throb between my thighs ached for him.

“Noah,” I said, and he moved so we were again face to face.

“Right here, Bonnie.”

The nickname made me smile, and he traced my lips with the tip of his finger. “I need you.”

He groaned and dropped his forehead to mine.

“Please.”

Noah raised his head and swept his thumb across my cheek. Then he shifted so the head of his erection was pushing at my wet center.

“Yesss…”

He began to ease inside me. He was slow, sensual, and moved without hesitation, and when he finally bottomed out and stilled, I let the blissful feeling of fulfillment envelop me.

I touched my thumb to his lip and whispered, “Take me.”

Noah nipped at my thumb and nodded, then he began to move in a way that left me breathless. Slow, passionate, and hypnotic, he erased everything bad and replaced it with the sublime.

I writhed under him, searching out that elusive high I knew only he could give, and when goosebumps broke out over my skin, I knew I was there. My arms and legs began to tremble, and I held on tight as my world began to spin out of control and that final explosion hit.

Noah stiffened in my arms, straining as he too plunged over the edge of sanity and into that joyous state of euphoria. We clung to each other as we plummeted back to earth, and this time when we fell, we did it in each other’s arms.

He moved to my side and pulled me in close, and a sense of peace that I’d never felt before settled around me. My body relaxed, all my troubles eased, and as I slowly began to drift off into dreamland, I heard Noah say, “This…this is where I belong.”

40

Laurel

THE DISTANT SOUND of birds enjoying a spring afternoon was what I woke to several hours later. I stretched out on my soft mattress and reached for Noah. But when I came up empty, my heart stopped.

I clutched at the sheet and jackknifed up as memories of another time and place haunted me. But then the familiar sounds of my home instantly calmed me, and I looked out the window to see the large branches of a tree swaying in the breeze.

I smiled to myself as I remembered exactly where I was and whom I was with, and then I reached for my dress and climbed out of bed.

After slipping it on, I padded out to the kitchen to see if I could track down Noah. That was when I spotted the notepad and pen. My heart thumped, but when I picked it up and read, I’m in our spot. Come find me, Bonnie, I knew immediately where he’d gone.

I rushed to the back door and pulled it open, then hurried around the balcony to the very back of the house. When I spotted Noah sitting beneath the large red oak, my feet froze in place and my heart soared.

He looked perfect there, exactly how I always remembered him. When he picked up my book and patted the grass beside him, nothing in the world could’ve stopped me from going to him. I ran down the stairs and across the backyard.

Noah held a hand out to me. “Hey, sleepyhead.”

“Hey.” I slipped my hand into his and moved down to my knees. As I settled back on my heels, I looked to the oak, where little daisies still flowered around it.

There on the trunk, where it had been all these years, was my promise to him, and I reached out and traced its jagged lines.

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