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It’s a punched-out sound I let out, my hips buck and I can’t control them even if I tried. She’s made me impossibly hard, and she’s barely done anything but now? She’s biting me. Hard. It’s only making this so much better. The sweet sting as she bites and sucks a love bite on my collarbone is enough to push me right to the edge. She sighs and lets out a soft moan and rolls her hips and⁠—

“Georgie, if you don’t stop now I’m going to⁠—”

She pulls away then, taking in the state she’s put me in. Her lips are bright pink from kissing me, and her chest is beautifully flushed and rising and falling with each heavy, shaking breath she takes. Her hair is only slightly messy but her eyes—God. Her eyes are wild. Her pupils are dilated, and where her eyes are usually this deep chocolate brown that melts me to my core, her eyes are like slivers of liquid honey, golden and bright at the edges. It’s like liquid fire burning into my soul and turning me on and I have to close my eyes to breathe because, holy shit—she is so damn beautiful. She is everything, and she is making my brain short-circuit by trailing her hands down my chest and fiddling with the hem of my shirt.

“It has been a long time since I—” She trails off, watching her fingers tease my shirt. I lean forward, hands meeting at the small of her back to hold her close. I press a kiss to her forehead, her nose, her lips. She sighs into my kiss, melts into my touch just a bit.

“We don’t-”

“I want-” She hushes me with another kiss. “I want to. So badly. You have no idea how badly.”

I groan, hiding my face in her neck, breathing her in, “Don’t tell me that.”

“Noah, I just don’t know… I haven’t since my last relationship and the scars⁠—”

Her words tense my entire body, and I have to pull back to meet her gaze. She can’t be serious. Is she serious? Does she really think that would bother me?

“Georgie, I would never judge you… you know that right?” My tone is incredulous, and she flushes pink and glances away from me.

“I know that. But⁠—”

“No.” I stop her, bucking my hips, so she feels me pressing against her. She hisses and her eyes flash to mine with an expression that punches me right in the stomach. “No buts. You are… God, Georgie you are the most beautiful woman I have ever had the chance to know. Don’t you know that?”

“Noah—”

“I’m not done,” I tell her, fingers grazing the waistband of her leggings, making her tense. I press against her again just to get her reaction.

“Do you feel how hard you make me? This, all this.” I swirl my hips, moving hers to match me, grinning when she throws her head back in a soft groan and places her hands on my shoulders. “This is because of you.”

“Noah,” she whines my name this time, a sweet, needy plea. To stop, to keep going, I don’t know.

It’s sweet, sweet torture to be this close to her, to know she feels what she’s doing to me, to hear and to see how I’m affecting her in return. I want this so badly. I want every part of her. Want to taste, touch, feel, break her apart and put her back together again over and over. To take, and take, and take whatever she will give me.

“Please,” I say softly to her, pressing gentle kisses to her neck that she’s bared to me for the taking. “Please, Georgie.”

Her grip on my shoulders tightens when I nip and suck just as she had. I don’t know exactly what I am asking her for, but I’m hoping she’ll understand and let me anyway.

Her body shivers against mine, and she whimpers softly in my ear. I pull her closer and kiss her.

She undoes me with a single word.

“Yes.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

GEORGIE

Noah is like lightning. One moment I’m straddling him on my couch, giving him permission to do whatever it is he’s asking to do, and the next minute he’s standing with me wrapped around him like I’m climbing him like a tree. I’m grappling, hands all over him to hold myself so he doesn’t have to carry my weight. But he just shifts me up on his hips, and I’m locking my feet and—god. He’s kissing me until I forget my own name.

I want to argue that I can walk, but his grip tightens on my ass, elbows locking me in as we stumble down the hall, never breaking apart until he’s putting me down on my bed.

“That was hot,” I say, laying back on my elbows to take him in. I look down at my body, my shirt dishevelled, pants slipping down on my hips, lips still singing from the kiss. I can just imagine what I look like…

He slips his shirt over his head in one fell swoop. Noah stands before me and takes me in, and I don’t know what I did to deserve this but remind me to do it every day.

He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck and smiles at me. “You look like you want to eat me,”

I snort. “You offering?”