Page 49 of Switched At Birth

It’s my turn to laugh.

“Oh, I know how to use my fingers, baby.” His head pops up, and there’s a sensual flame between us. “Yeah you do, stud.”

He pushes up my body, his eyes burning with overt desire, and I’m lost in them. “I want to watch when I make love to you, babe,” he says clearly—sharing a connection, eye to eye, skin to skin, and body to body.

His hand strokes my arm, an up-and-down movement, so sensual, yet he barely touches my skin. Every little hint of his hands on my body reverberates through me.

“Fuck,” he curses. “I need to grab a condom and some lube.”

“My bag has it all. It’s at the end of the couch.” I’m breathless, as he is, too.

He grabs for it quickly and he dumps the contents on the floor. “Sorry, not sorry. Not patient. Not at all.” The condoms are neon, it’s all I had, and he howls at it when he rolls it on his cock. “Look at me. Now my dick glows in the dark.” His tone turns from silly to serious in a split second. “Fuck, Ash. You’re it. I know it may be early to love you but I’m falling and falling fucking hard and fast. Please catch me because there’s no going back.”

“Ditto,” I say in response and I couldn’t have said it better myself. His finger outlines the muscles of my stomach, moving to the V in my waist, and he follows his mouth down the happy trail leading to my cock. His face moves to mine, looking over my torso. Our eyes connect, the chemistry is as evident as it had been from our first touch.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Ash. And I want you. I don’t think I’ll tire of wanting you.” His lips part, licking each side, a flush on his face. He raises on his knees. “I want no one else. Tell me you feel the same.”

“No one else, no one else,” I swear. His cock enters me, slowly, deliciously, and the entire time his eyes are gentle, as are his movements. He rocks back and forth, slowly, easy, softly inside of me.

We’re both falling in love.

“I’m close, Ash. So close.”

He’s hitting all the right spots. “Yeah, me too.”

He never rushes. His thrusts may quicken, but our bodies are becoming one with each other.

He closes his eyes, for a second, and with each grunt, he’s coming. A few more thrusts and I follow suit. He doesn’t fall down. He hovers over me, barely putting any weight on me. “And that is why I’ll never let you go.”

“Ditto,” I reply. My life is with Noah James.

19

Noah

“I’d rather spendanother night with you.” I’m whining. I know I’m whining. And acting like a ten-year-old who’s not getting his way. I place the car in park, looking straight ahead. I won’t look at him. I don’t like what he’s said.

“Okay, first off, you big fat baby,” he both teases and scolds at the same time. “I don’t think I’m being unreasonable. And anyway, you promised your brother.”

We had pulled up to his apartment complex twenty minutes early. I still don’t like Ashton’s suggestion.

“And what is second?” I ask, but I know.

“You know, but if I have to say it—” He lets out a long deep sigh. “What we shared last night was special. Seeing each other every night isn’t an option, especially with you in the north and me in the south; it’s too much a commute. Add the fact that I don’t own a car, and my work schedule is all over the place, seeing each other once a week and then on the weekends isn’t a bad thing.”

He playfully slugs me, and I finally turn my face to him. “But you’re afraid if we see each other too often, or go too quick, then it might affect us?” We both had been just shy of declaring our love for each other last night, so maybe his point is a little bit more valid than I’m admitting.

“There’s that too. And maybe it won’t, but we also have our art. Kate wants a new show with you, and a premiere for me.”

Okay, I can admit when I’m ridiculous. Although I dislike doing so. “I hate when someone is right, and that someone isn’t me!” I fist his T-shirt in my hand, almost pulling Ash over the center console.

He chuckles against my lips. “Thanks for not being mad.” He opens his mouth as I do, and the kiss is sweet. No reason to go into my brother’s house with a boner.

“I don’t think I could be mad at you, Ash. But, I’ll miss you, and I do have a lot of inspiration for drawings, after this weekend.”

He drops my head to his. “You can’t just draw me after sex, you know.”

“I can’t. Really? It just means I have more reason to make love to you, if I can call it work related too.”

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