Page 63 of Pretend and Propose

I cross that small space between us, and I kiss him. The same way I agreed to marry him, I don’t think about what it means or who it could hurt.

I’ll worry about that in the morning.

Chapter Eighteen

Noah

This isn’t just another kiss from Daisy, it’s a melting of her will as she relaxes against me, her kisses slow and tantalizing, like she’s settling in to do this all day.

I don’t know what this means, but I’ve stopped caring about the future. I’m living for every moment I can get with Daisy. Life is way too short to do anything else. I grip her hips and pull her onto my lap, my cock rising to the occasion despite the relief I took in the shower.

Lennox’s bedroom is upstairs and we’re all alone and far from her hearing in a front, first-floor bedroom. The rain is still hitting the windows, the forest outside dark and still. It’s like we’re the only two people in the world, like this moment, and what we do here, is out of time.

Daisy spins and straddles me, gripping my hair hard as she kisses me, settling her soft, hot center against my hard cock. Which is ready to rip through our layers of clothes to slide inside her heat.

“God, I’ve missed this,” Daisy says, pulling her mouth from mine.

I take the opportunity to press kisses along the length of her throat and her collarbone.

When she reaches for the hem of her sweatshirt, I grab her wrists to stop her. “Are you sure?”

Her eyes gleam in the darkness, her face lit by the flashlight on the nightstand shining a soft glow over the room. “I’ve never been more sure. I want you. Can this be real just for tonight?”

“I’m living in the moment with you, Daisy. I’ll take as much as you’re willing to give.”

She tilts her hips on my lap, grinding down on me. “Take it all, Noah.”

I fucking love the sound of my name on her lips. A sort of inhuman growl bursts from me as I grab the back of her head and kiss her like it’s the first and last time, every one of my senses on full alert, recording every touch, every taste, every sound.

This time, when Daisy reaches for the hem of her shirt, I don’t stop her.

She’s bare underneath.

I push her away just enough that I can look at her, her breasts so round and perfect, her lips swollen from kissing me, her eyes molten hot. I’ve never seen anyone sexier in my life.

Before I can pull her back in for another kiss, she grabs my shirt and tugs. “I want to be skin to skin with you.”

My heart flips and I’m lost to this woman. She owns my heart. Owns me. I reach back and pull my shirt over my head, then pull her in close, her breasts brushing against my chest. “Anything for you. Everything for you.”

Fear flashes across her face, making it clear she’s not where I am. Not yet.

“Are you sure you want this?” I ask again. I need to be certain, because there’s no going back to the friendship we’ve had.

“Yes,” she says. “So, so much.”

Grabbing her waist, I spin and lay her out on the bed. She smiles up at me and reaches for me with grabby hands.

“Get down here, Noah.”

My cock is straining painfully against my shorts. I shuck them off, and give it one long stroke, a moment’s relief. Daisy’s gaze goes to my hand on myself and she licks her lips like she’s starving for me. I do it again.

“Seriously, Noah,” she says, her voice rough and raspy. “Get inside me now.”

The urge to tease her over-rides my need for her. I love the look on her face, the way she’s squirming and pressing her thighs together. I want to drive her out of her mind. “I’ll get inside you when I’m ready.”

Her heated gaze drops to my cock. “You look ready to me.”

I kneel at the end of the bed, grab her smooth calves and drag her until her butt is resting on the edge. “The question is, are you?”

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