“Echo...I will never leave you.”
The tears that had formed when I looked at Noah’s vision of our future
threaten to return, and I rapidly blink. “Being with you, it’s the only time when the noises stop. When the chaos ends.” Being with him, loving him...is simple. “I love you.”
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My fingers shake as I reach for the bottom of my tank. I’ve never undressed in front of Noah before. He’s taken my clothes off, sometimes with a little assistance on my part. Noah has always been the confident one, and I’ve always been more than happy to let him set our course.
But not tonight. Not now. Not when he’s opened himself up and showed me that this trip isn’t just about me or just about him, but about us. With a deep breath, I gather the material of my tank over my head, and my curls bounce against the bare skin of my shoulders and back.
Noah freezes, sort of like he went into shock. The right side of my mouth twitches. Mark the date, world. I stunned the great Noah Hutchins.
His eyes spark as his gaze dips to my cleavage, and this gives me courage. I shift forward and slip my hands under his shirt, brushing my fingers against the muscles of his abdomen. Noah sharply inhales and, in seconds, his shirt is off and thrown into the corner of the tent.
I love his naked chest, and I decide to play. Biting my bottom lip, hoping to contain the smile, I nudge Noah’s shoulder, indicating for him to lie down. He flashes his wicked grin and reclines back, except he snags his hand around my wrist and tugs me with him.
I laugh as I come face-to-face with him. My body on top of his and when I wiggle, I close my eyes, liking the pleasure of intimate parts touching. My hips squirm and with the movement, Noah immediately kisses my lips while knotting his fingers in my hair.
There’s no subtlety in our kiss. All of the passion, all of the longing, all of the emotion rush out of us like water hurtling toward a cliff. It’s fast and raw and out of control. My mouth opens, and Noah consumes every part of me. He turns his head and with a strong grip on my hair, he urges me to tilt mine so that he can kiss me more deeply.
I immediately comply, and Noah moans. The sound causes my blood to pump faster. Unable to resist, I move my hips against him again, but this time it’s methodical, it’s in a rhythm. Noah releases my hair, and it falls around us—a silky rain covering us both.
He lowers one hand and squeezes my hip. The other cups my bottom, coaxing me to continue. His fingers tease right along the hem of my underwear, and a burst of warmth spirals through me.
The world becomes hazy. Thought no longer exists. Just his lips. Just the heat of his body. The feelings of pleasure and urges and this desperate need for faster flows in my veins. It’s like I’m roasting—clinging to a flame, and I long to be burned.
Noah runs his fingers along my spine, and instantly my bra loosens around my shoulders. It’s a tickling stroke as he eases one strap and then the other off my arm. He rolls us, and I gasp for air when Noah frees the last bit of material separating our chests.
His lips leave my mouth and begin their descent down. My fingers tangle in his hair, letting him know that I’m lost in his exploration. Lost in this moment. Lost in this love we share.
I could do this forever and never stop.
Noah nips my belly button, and I giggle and flinch with the sensation, but it doesn’t halt his barrage of kisses. He maneuvers his mouth to the side of my stomach and rubs the sensitive spot he just kissed, taking away the tickle, and transforms it into this massage that makes me suck in my breath and curl my toes.
“Noah,” I whisper as my hips rock without my consent. Our gazes lock. Lust and love darken his chocolate-brown eyes.
There are many places we can go. Many ways we can do this and over the past couple of months, we’ve explored, and reexplored, and developed new twists on old ways to bring ourselves to that glorious high. As my heart beats frantically, I know that this is the night that it’s new. This is the night I make love to Noah Hutchins.
“Can you...” I whisper, then trail off. My entire body seems to quiver with my pulse. I swallow and try again. “Can you...”
Read my mind. Oh, God, I’d give anything if he could read my mind. Noah tucks a curl behind my ear as his eyes desperately search for what I can’t communicate. “What, Echo?”
With the words stuck in my throat, my fingers trace down and undo the button of his jeans. Noah’s eyes snap to mine while I slowly pull on the zipper. My hands wander to the part of him that I hope will help him decipher my desires.
Noah shuts his eyes and shifts closer to me. Within seconds he reopens them, and it’s like looking upon a deep lake. His lips brush against mine in a tender way. In a way Noah’s never kissed me before, like he’s saying the words I love you over and over again, but there’s no sound. Just his heart. Just his soul.
My thumb hooks around his jeans and begins to edge them off. Noah caresses my face, and I lean into his touch.
“Are you sure?” he asks.
“Never been more sure of anything.” And I mean it. There’s this calm, this knowing, this understanding that was never present before. I said no for years hoping that I would know when I was ready, and I smile, satisfied that I truly did wait for the right moment.
Noah slowly takes my bottom lip between his then releases it. One kiss along my jawline. Another on my neck. Pleasing goose bumps spread across my skin. With one last glance at me, Noah rolls away while reaching for his pack.
My heart thunders with the crackle of a package ripping open. I’m doing this. I’m going to make love with Noah Hutchins.
He shrugs off his jeans, and I become aware of my underwear when I notice that today wasn’t a boxer shorts type of day for him.