Page 78 of The Ghost of You

I nod. “Remember how I said sometimes it’s just nice to have a body next to you?” He nods back. “Then let us be that for each other.”

He presses a quick kiss to my lips. “Okay, Mayberry.”

I push the covers down and climb under them.

“Can I go grab Brutus? I don’t want him to think I left him alone.”

“Of course.”

He presses another quick kiss to my lips and literally runs out the door.

I get up and watch him run across the yard to his house and laugh. I grab a bowl and fill it with water and leave it on the kitchen floor.

Before I can even get back to my room, Noah is walking back in my house with Brutus in tow.

Noah sees me and smiles and before I know it he scoops me up and carries me back to bed. He pulls me close to him after I turn out the light. “Goodnight, Mayberry.”

“Goodnight, Detective.”

I fall asleep with a smile on my face. And I can’t remember for the life of me the last time I was this happy.

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The heatof a body wrapped around me surprises me when I wake up. I blink a few times to make sure I am in my own room before I pinch myself to ensure I’m not dreaming.

I’m not.

Noah came over last night after my date with Mason and kissed the hell out of me.

I bring my hand to my lips and find them still swollen.

I smile. That was a kiss to end all kisses.

And he stayed.

And he wrapped me in his arms when he said he never felt the need to lay with a warm body.

He lied.

I try hard to keep in a giggle. But I can’t.

Noah stirs behind me and his arm tightens around my stomach as his head nuzzles into my neck.

He leaves a trail of kisses before his lips find mine. Normally I would freak out over kissing someone in the morning without brushing my teeth. But Noah has a dominance about him that makes me forget everything.

He climbs on top of me, deepening the kiss. My hips press into his, as I once again lose control of my body. His hard shaft hits my hip bone and I groan at the feel of him against my body, even if it is through clothes.

His hands find their way up my shirt and he grabs at my breasts, pinching my nipples. I moan at the pleasure, my legs wrapping around his back.

“Fuck, Anna. You keep making those sounds I won’t be able to stop.”

I look into his eyes. “Who said anything about stopping?”

I groan as his mouth captures mine in a hard, bruising kiss. Our hips grind against each other harder and faster. I can’t even remember the last time I dry-humped a guy, but I’m not stopping now.

Noah’s lips move down my neck, over my t-shirt, until his lips find my stomach. He swirls his tongue over my hip bones before moving his head under my shirt and sucking on my nipples.

I almost lose it. Never has a man made me come before just from playing with my breasts.

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