Page 50 of Healing the Heart

“I apologized for that.”

“And I forgave you, but I’m done keeping you at arm’s length and denying myself the pleasure of touching you. From yourglorious hair to your satiny skin.” He cupped a breast, weighed it in his palm, then grazed her hard, aching nipple with a sweep of his thumb. She wanted more, and arched into his touch, but it was gone, his hand sweeping down her side, over her hip, and behind so both hands gripped her ass. “To all your delicious curves the mere thought of which makes me hard as a rock, like I am for you right now.”

His mouth swooped down to claim hers again as he lifted her. Then he carried her out of the office, past the guest room to the end of the hall, and into his room where he laid her on his bed.

He rose, his fingers working the buttons of his shirt as his eyes roamed her body. Immediately self-conscious of her more-than-a-handful-sized breasts, her nowhere-near-concave belly, and thighs fleshier than she wanted them to be, especially in the face of his lean, muscular form, she moved her hands to hide her belly pooch.

“Don’t,” he murmured, brushing them aside. “You’re beautiful everywhere, kitten. And it brings me pleasure to look at you.”

With his eyes locked with hers, he shrugged off his shirt, revealing the muscled chest and broad shoulders she had first seen at the club. Fiona’s lips parted on a breathless sigh as she took in the whorls of gilded hair covering his bronzed chest. He also had a military tattoo on his defined left deltoid she hadn’t noticed at a distance.

His jeans dropped to the floor with a clink of keys. The molded-on boxer briefs quickly followed, and she had a glimpse of his fully erect cock, quite a lot of it, before he put his knee on the mattress between hers.

The anticipation in the air was palpable, their connection crackling with electricity, as he lowered himself on top of her.

“I’ll give you the choice this first time. How do you want it? A slow, tender, get-to-know-each-other fuck? Or how I’ve fantasized about taking you for so long: hot, hungry, and dirty?”

“Yes,” she breathed, wanting it all as long as it included him.

He grinned. “I was hoping you would say that.”

With a touch both tender and commanding, his fingers brushed her cheeks as he framed her face with his hands and claimed a kiss. It started out softly, his lips nibbling along hers, then he grew bolder and his tongue delved inside, teasing at first, then possessing as he explored every nook and cranny. She never thought mere kisses had the power to awaken the primal need inside her, but Noah’s did, and they continued until, with her fingers entwined in his hair, she whimpered and writhed beneath him.

“My kitten is eager for more,” he murmured against her skin, leaving her gasping for breath. The weight of his body on hers, and the line of fiery kisses his lips trailed down the side of her throat, sent shivers down her spine.

Noah moved down to her breasts, cupping them as he sipped a nipple into his mouth. He sucked, lashing it with his tongue from the inside. Her body arched toward him, silently begging for more. He gave it to her, moving to the other breast and lavishing the tip with the same indescribable sensations.

Quickly spiraling toward what she knew would be an intense release, she fisted her hands in his hair and clung to him.

Suddenly, his face was above hers, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and restraint. “So thirsty,” he murmured, “But this isn’t a race.” He moved her hands above her head. “Leave these here while I continue exploring.”

He dipped his head and kissed her long and deep, before moving down her body again. He bypassed her achy breasts and tender nipples and slowly licked and nibbled his way to her thighs, which he pushed wide. Fiona’s heart racedwith anticipation, her body yearning for his mouth. He didn’t disappoint.

She felt his breath waft warmly over her wet flesh then, as he’d done to her nipples, he sipped her clit into his mouth.

It had been so long, and he’d primed her so thoroughly, that’s all it took. She moaned helplessly as her ass left the bed, her thighs clamping down hard around his head as pleasure rocked through her. She was still shaking and breathing hard when Noah rose above her, positioned himself, and glided inside.

Despite her orgasm easing the way, he stretched and filled her beyond what she’d ever felt before. It wasn’t the absence of a man in her bed in what seemed like forever, or the lingering quivers and twitches of her muscles. It was all Noah—and so very much of him.

His hands moved up her arms, which, unbelievably, she’d left where he put them, and interlaced their fingers. Then, with his gaze locked on hers, he moved inside her.

In one long stroke of his cock, she experienced a resurgence of need. Her legs wound around his hips, opening herself wider to his possession, then she rocked with him in an utterly enthralling rhythm, until she was whimpering and soaring again.

“Oh my god, I’ve never had two, back-to-back,” she gasped. Then something occurred to her, and she gasped again, this time in alarm. “Oh my god! We didn’t... I didn’t even consider...”

“What, Fiona?”

“Protection!”

He grunted as if insulted. “We’ll discuss testing and precautions later. Until then, I have us covered. Or rather, I have me covered.”

Fiona felt a rush of relief and vulnerability. Noah’s innate confidence and his aura of dominance had enveloped her, making her feel safe and cherished, so much so, she’d almostmade an unforgivable error. “I don’t usually. I mean, I never... But I didn’t even consider...”

“You were a little excited. The first one was a surprise, but I enjoyed watching the second. You’re beautiful when you come, kitten. Did it feel as good as it looked?”

“More than good,” she replied, smiling drowsily up at him. “It felt incredible.”

“That’s the only one—excuse me, your count is two—that you get on your own. The rest you’ll have to wait for my permission.” Her eyes widened at his wicked grin. “We didn’t quite achieve slow, but you had tender. Now it’s time to get dirty.”

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