Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
“That would be kind of fun.” I shake my head. “But I can’t just leave the dogs.”
“Have your parents watch them. Say it’s practice for when we drop off the kid so we can have sexy time.”
“Yeah, I’ll say just that to them.”
Noah flashes a smile and damn, he’s charming. “There’s no use denying it at this point. They already know you’re not a virgin.”
“That doesn’t mean I have to tell them the details of our personal life.”
“Don’t most grandparents assume that’s why people want kid-free nights?”
“I don’t know, maybe?” I wrinkle my nose. “I’d rather not think about it.”
“You should. Because I’ll want sexy time with you after the baby is born.”
“I’m not getting any tonight, am I?” Noah asks me about two hours later. I just took him to pick up his bike at The Roadhouse.
“You got some last night.”
“Yeah, but that was so long ago.”
I laugh. “I won’t rule it out. You know, since you’re my boyfriend now and all.”
He comes over to me as I take my shoes off and toss them next to the door. He wraps his arms around me, hands landing on my ass. “It’s hot hearing you say that.”
“Boyfriend?”
“Yeah, that.”
I look into his blue eyes and then he kisses me, stubble-covered face pressing hard against me, his soft lips crashing into mine. He picks me up and carries me to the couch, gently laying me down and moving on top of me, careful not to squish my abdomen.
“Lauren,” he starts, brushing my hair off my shoulder and behind my back. He lowers his head and kisses my neck before looking into my eyes again. For a split second I think he’s going to tell me he loves me.
My heart lurches in my chest.
I don’t want him to, as much as I do.
I want him to because it’s what should happen: two people in love, bringing a brand-new, innocent life into the world. I don’t want him to because I’m scared.
Scared it won’t last.
Scared he’s just saying it because he thinks he should.
Scared he’s going to mess up, get drunk again, and break my heart.
I close my eyes and pull him to me. I don’t want to think. I just want to feel. He presses his lips to mine and I lose myself in his kiss. I don’t waste any time. My fingers wrap around the hem of his shirt, pulling it up. Noah sits up and raises his arms. I take it off and throw it on the floor. I move my hands back to Noah, running them up his back, feeling every ridge of muscle underneath my fingertips.
Noah lets out a deep breath and sits up, unbuttoning my pants and sliding them off. His pants come off next, then my shirt, and now we’re both naked on the couch. He’s hard already, and the wet tip of his cock presses against me.
He puts his mouth to my neck and I swear that man has a magic tongue. Shivers run through me, bringing warmth to my core. He works his way down, kissing, biting, and sucking at my skin, until his head in between my legs. He tosses them over his shoulders and moves so that he’s crouching on the ground and I’m sitting on the couch.
Fuck yes.
I put my hands on his head, tangling my fingers in his hair, pulling in rhythm with his tongue lashing against my clit. The muscles in my stomach tighten and I toss my head back, panting.
He slides his hands under my ass and lifts my hips, and holy shit that feels amazing. I let out a slow breath, wanting this to last. I could come right now but don’t want it to end.
Fuck it. I can come again. And again.
I always do with Noah.
Desire ripples through me and I moan, the orgasm taking over. Noah presses his face harder against me and I squirm, so overcome with pleasure I think I might pass out.
Then I come for the second time.
He moves his head away and yanks me forward, rising up onto his knees. He keeps one hand on me, and grabs his cock with the other, guiding it into me.
He enters with no hesitation. I’m wet and ready for him, but it still catches me off-guard and I cry out, reaching for him, wanting to feel his skin against mine, to wrap my arms around him, and hold him close.
The angle he’s fucking me is new, and it’s hitting me in a way I’ve never experienced. It’s almost too much.
Black dots float in my vision, and my ears are still ringing. Noah quickens his thrusts, pushing in harder and harder. My breasts bounce each time he rams into me, hurting so good.
“Nooo … Noah,” I pant, slitting my eyes open to look at him.
He slows his movements and leans forward. In a graceful sweep, he picks me up so we both lay on the couch. I wrap my legs around him and he kisses me. I run my hands through his hair, just as he puts his mouth on my neck again. Yes, he most definitely knows that’s my weak spot.