“Take off the hoodie, babe. Let me see your gorgeous body.”
I moan as I grab the hem of my sweater and yank it over my head before doing the same with my tank top and lying back on the bed, naked. My teeth sink into my lip as I look up at him and he quickly strips before joining me on the bed.
“You gonna be upset if I forgo the foreplay this time?” he asks, grinning as he looms over me and I shake my head, reaching for him.
“No. I need you.”
He hums as he wedges his hips between my thighs and lines himself up with my entrance. We both gasp as he slowly sinks into me. Reaching up, he grabs my hands, lacing our fingers before planting them on the bed above my head as he starts slowly, seductively, thrusting his hips. His stroke is everything that I need in this moment - soft but still firm, slow, and hypnotic - and the love in his eyes as our gazes lock makes tears sting my eyes again.
“Hey,” he whispers, releasing one hand to wipe a tear away. “No more crying.”
I shake my head. “Tell me you love me.”
“I love you,” he vows with a smile and I close my eyes, soaking up the feeling as he lets go of my hands and presses his lips to mine again as he drives into me harder than before. I gasp, clawing at his back and he groans as he does it a couple more times before slowing down to that same seductive pace as before. Slipping his hand between us, he circles my clit with his fingers and groans softly in my ear, sending goose bumps racing across my flesh.
“I want you to come for me. You ready?”
I shake my head. “No.”
Like I’ve just issued some kind of challenge, he thrusts his hips harder and faster as he continues circling my clit and I scream, arching my back off the bed as a release builds out of nowhere. He grins, the cocky bastard back in full force as he grabs my hip, his fingers digging into my skin and slams into me. I scream his name, tangling my hands in my hair as he continues his assault and my body coils like a spring. His thumb flicks across my clit again and I explode, screaming as I throw my hands down and grip the sheets underneath me, my body arching off the bed with pleasure.
“Fuck, baby!” he exclaims and when I glance up at him, breathing heavily, his eyes gleam. “Again.”
He makes me come three more times in rapid succession before he grabs my hands again and pins them to the bed above my head.
“Together this time,” he orders, abandoning his sweet lovemaking for a pounding, punishing rhythm that makes me gasp each time he drives into me. My whimpers turn into loud moans as my body gyrates underneath him and my muscles begin to tremble.
“Noah, I can’t,” I gasp, the pleasure too overwhelming and he pulls back to meet my eyes.
“You will.” He punctuates his command with another thrust of his hips and I cry out before pleading for mercy. I don’t even care that he wins this round. With what he’s doing to me right now, no sane woman could resist. He groans, releasing one hand to reach down and pinch my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and I grab his arm, digging my nails into his flesh as my back arches off the bed again.
“Fuck,” he growls as he releases my other hand and wraps his fingers around my throat. My pussy clenches and we both moan as his grip tightens. He leans in, his lips hovering above mine as he searches my gaze. “You ready to come for me like a good girl?”
My belly tightens and I nod. He grins and pulls my leg up over his shoulder as he maintains the same pace, hitting that special spot that makes me delirious with pleasure. His grip tightens again as he groans and his body tenses as I reach up and drag my nails down his back.
“Fuck!” he yells, burying his head in my neck and his teeth sink into my skin. I cry out as another orgasm tears through me and he groans my name as his cock pulses inside me, spilling his release into me. He sighs and relaxes on top of me as I wrap my arms around him.We catch our breath as we cling to each other, neither one of us willing to let the other go yet and after a minute, he pulls back to meet my gaze.
“I suppose we should have that talk now.”
I laugh. “Are you actually going to talk this time?”
“Scouts honor,” he says, holding up the Boy Scouts symbol and I roll my eyes as I shove him off me.
“You were never in the damn Boy Scouts, Noah LeBlanc.”
“So?”
I glance over at him and shake my head. “Nothing. I love you.”
“I love you, too.” He grins, pulling me into his arms and pressing his lips to my shoulder. “And I’m sorry for the way things have been between us for the past couple days. I know I probably haven’t been easy to deal with. I just… I feel so fucking guilty but I’m going to make it up to you. I swear, baby. Nothing in this world is more important to me than you are and I’m sorry I forgot that a minute.”
“What made you remember?”
He shakes his head. “I stormed out of this house and was opening the door to my truck when it hit me what I was doing. The thought of driving away from you and never coming back… I couldn’t do it no matter how much guilt I have to carry around.”
I roll over to face him and press my hand to his cheek. “I need you to hear me, Noah. I do not blame you. It was not your fault. You with me?”
“I am. This whole thing really fucked with my head for a minute but I’m back on track, I promise you.”
I nod, leaning forward to steal a kiss. “That’s good because we have to decide how we’re going to deal with Oliver. He is going to pay for this.”
“I couldn’t agree with you more.”
“Good. Let’s get to work, then.”
“Shit,” he whispers with a grin. “Have I ever told you how sexy you are when you’re all fired up?”
I laugh. “Only every day of my life but you’re gonna have to control your cock for a minute.”
“Baby,” he groans, rolling to his back as he closes his eyes and sighs. “That’s really hard to do when you talk about my cock.”
Laughing, I lightly slap his cheek, not feeling the least bit sorry for him. He’s just going to have to find a way to deal with it because getting vengeance for us and our boy comes first, above anything else.
Chapter Nineteen
Kady
“Kady,” Noah breathes, grabbing my hand and giving it a squeeze as I fidget in the chair next to him. This damn waiting room is too quiet for my sanity and thinking about what the lawyer might tell us is making me lose my mind. “It’s going to be okay.”
I nod despite the churning in my belly. Noah and I stayed up late into the night, talking about everything that happened to me when Oliver kidnapped me and what we were going to do about it before we moved on to how we should handle the situation with our son. As much as we both want to charge in there and take back what is rightfully ours, we were unsure if we could… or if we should. Noah suggested that we speak to a lawyer and find out our rights before we make that decision and I agreed with him. Thankfully, he had developed a friendship with his lawyer from seven years ago and even though he’s moved from being a public defender to a big office downtown, all it took was one call from Noah and he was squeezing us into his schedule today. That and the five thousand dollar retainer Noah promised him. Turns out, my man still has most of the money from his drug days hidden away so well that the cops never found it - almost one hundred thousand dollars total.