Page 53 of The Girl I Once Loved

His fingers slide beneath my thong, lazily gliding through my folds until he reaches my clit. His thumb presses down expertly as his other fingers dip into my core and…

I wake up to my hand between my legs, my skin on fire, my core pulsing.

I can’t help but find my clit, pressing on it just how I’d dreamed Noah had. I should think about anyone but him, but my body has other ideas. One hand plays with my breasts while the other plays with my clit, slipping through my folds…

I orgasm faster than I have in years.

And when I’m done…my body is still achy…feverish…desperate.

My head might not want Noah Fontaine.

But there’s no doubt that my body does.

Fuck.

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After taking a cold, cold shower that does little to ease my suffering, I walk to get something to eat. But I freeze at the threshold of the kitchen, my heart racing in my chest.

Noah is there, shirtless, leaning against the counter and fiddling with his phone. Panic surges through me, and I turn, desperate to retreat and slip away unnoticed. But before I can make my escape, his teasing voice cuts through the silence.

"Hey there, little stalker," he drawls from behind me. “You wouldn’t be running from me, would you? You know I love a good chase.”

I’m caught like a deer in the headlights. Turning back seems inevitable now, and with an exasperated sigh, I slowly pivot on my heel and walk back into the kitchen. The room suddenly feels too small, too suffocating, with Noah's shirtless allure.

His grin is sly, like he knows exactly what happened in my bedroom this morning and he’s here to torture me over it. He's still leaning against the counter, his playful smirk making my heart race even faster. It's hard not to notice the way his toned muscles glisten in the soft kitchen light, and I mentally kick myself for getting caught staring.

"What are you doing here, Noah?" I finally manage to ask, trying to sound composed despite my racing pulse. “Don’t you have work?”

He chuckles, pushing himself off the counter and sauntering over to me with a playful glint in his eyes. "It’s storming outside," he says, his tone dripping with mischief. “What have you been doing that you haven’t noticed?”

I try to keep cool, but it’s a losing battle as my cheeks flush with embarrassment. “I just got up,” I tell him loftily, moving to go around him to grab some almond milk from the fridge.

But he steps in front of me.

“You know, it’s an interesting thing, Sky,” he says, his voice low and teasing as his gaze trails down my body. I’m just wearing a tiny pair of shorts and a tank top since I thought everyone would be at work, and I’m well aware that my nipples could cut diamonds through my shirt.

Noah’s well aware of it as well, judging by the way he’s staring at my chest.

He grins, his gaze lingering on me as if he's enjoying my discomfort a little too much.

“What’s interesting?”

“I walked down the hall to see if you wanted some coffee and there were moans coming from your bedroom.”

I pale and he steps forward, so close that my breasts are pressed against his bare chest. There’s a dull roar in my ears, and I think I might die of embarrassment.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I tell him, but my voice is rough and thick…with desire.

Every pass of my breath rubs my sensitive tips against his chest, and I need another change of underwear because my panties are soaked once again.

“Oh, I think you do. Now, I know you didn’t have a man in there with you. So tell me…what kind of vibrator are you using nowadays?”

“I wasn’t using a vibrator,” I quickly object, and his eyes flash. It takes me a second to realize what I’d said. I had denied using a vibrator…but I hadn’t denied getting myself off.

He leans close, his lips brushing against the edge of my ear. “Hmm, I wonder who you were thinking of that could get you off with just your fingers?”

I shivered and he chuckles lowly. His fingers trail across the skin showing between my tank and my bottoms.

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