I’m almost asleep when Noah crawls under the covers next to me. He’s wet, like he forgot to dry himself off, and he’s naked of course. His skin is hot from the water, and his dick is hard.
Hard and pressing against my ass.
Fuck.
“Are you awake?” he whispers, lips brushing against my ear. For a split second, I consider not answering so he rolls over and goes to sleep. Because that’s what I need to do.
Though, sleep will be elusive when my lady bits are tingling and getting wet at the thought of his cock.
“No,” I whisper. “But I should be.”
“I rarely do what I should.”
I roll over and he moves on top of me. “I noticed.”
He kisses me, heat spreading from his lips throughout my body. I brush his wet hair back and kiss him harder. Screw sleep. One night won’t kill me. Because I want to screw Noah.
“Lauren,” he says gruffly, but not gruff enough to hide his emotion. “You are entirely too good for me.”
“That’s not true.” My voice is quiet as I look into his sky-blue eyes.
“It is,” he says with certainty. “You always have been.”
I lean up and kiss him, silencing any words that might spill out of his mouth. If he’s going to tell me how he feels—really feels—I want him to remember it in the morning.
It doesn’t take long before my clothing is removed, and he’s spooning himself against me, stroking my clit as I squirm with pleasure. He waits until I come before sliding inside. I bend my legs and hook one over his, giving him access to my fun zone. He keeps working his fingers as he thrusts in and out.
Then he lowers his head and kisses the nape of my neck and, fuck, there is so much going on right now I almost can’t handle it. I cry out as I come for the second time, body shuddering. The orgasm takes command of my body and my ears ring, toes and fingertips tingling. Noah pulls out and gets on top of me, fucking me as hard as he can.
So hard it would hurt if I wasn’t still floating in bliss. He comes then collapses on top of me, his weight crushing my sensitive nipples against my chest and putting too much pressure on my abdomen. I push against him.
“Sorry,” he pants and rolls off me. He lets out a deep breath and puts one hand over his head.
My eyes flutter closed and I wait for the feeling to come back to my toes.
“Noah?” I push up and see that he’s already passed out.
* * *
“You’re moody.”
I glare at Noah. “I’m tired.”
“Don’t take it out on me.”
I stick my fork into my pasta and twirl the spaghetti around. “Who else can I take it out on? And besides, it’s your fault I’m tired.”
“You seemed to enjoy that last night.”
I take a bite of food before I answer. “Maybe I faked it.”
“You did not fake that. No one fakes it with me.”
I respond by rolling my eyes. “And yes, the sex was good, but the whole getting you at two in the morning wasn’t.” I just got home from work a little while ago. Noah stayed here all day. He couldn’t really leave since his bike was still at the bar, and I know he slept past noon.
Must be nice.
“Yeah … sorry about that.”