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Finally, Zoe looks happy. Her face glows in that way that makes something tight loosen inside of me. I pull her in close again and fully relax into her embrace.

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Zoe

It feels so luxurious to have all this time and privacy. My mother, who is a huge Noah fan, offered to do the evening chores. But I still have to get up early tomorrow and go home to milk the goats, since her generosity doesn’t extend that far. So, I’m very aware of our limits.

“What would you like to do now?” Noah asks once the kitchen is all cleaned up.

“Why don’t we go to bed?”

“Already?”

I can’t blame him for sounding shocked, it’s ridiculously early. “Well, obviously I’d like to have sex. But I’d like to cuddle too. How often do we get a chance to be in bed together?”

I love the low sound of Noah’s laugh.

“There are so many things I’ve taken for granted that are suddenly a big deal here,” he says. “To be honest, with the long road trip tomorrow, I do want to get to bed early.” Noah will be leaving from here for a five-hour road trip to Maine.

“Good thing we’re not mega-partyers. Or were you a partyer at ASU?” It’s something I’ve wondered, whether Noah stays home because he has no time or money, but he’d rather be out.

“No, I was the guy saying, ‘Turn down the music, I’m trying to sleep,’” he jokes.

We enter Rocky’s bedroom. She messaged me to say that she put her best “hotel sheets” on the bed. And they do look nice.

“Look, Rocky’s even put flowers in here for us.” There are some carnations in a vase.

“Actually, I got those for you,” Noah says.

“Did you? You really thought of everything.” He’s so considerate. I hug him, and he feels solid and strong. “Okay, I’m going to get changed for bed now.”

“Can I watch?” he asks.

“Nope. You can use the bathroom first if you like.”

I have a little surprise too. Rocky and I actually won a gift certificate through our strategy of going for unpopular prizes. It was from a second-hand store full of china and knickknacks. We went to check out the merchandise and spend our loot. But at the back of the store, there was a box of vintage lingerie. Rocky and I both got satiny slips. Mine is navy with lace inserts at the top and bottom. It’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever owned.

Noah is already in bed. He’s sitting up and looking down at his phone. The duvet is tucked around him, and his broad chest looks chiseled by the light and shadow of the single bedside lamp. He’s so gorgeous that I have to remind myself to keep breathing. How did I get so lucky?

Then he looks up and sees me. “Wow. That’s not what you usually wear to bed.”

Can there be mystery between people who live together? What I usually wear are flannel pajamas.

I jump onto the bed beside him. Not the sexiest move ever, but Noah pulls me into him anyway. He runs his hand over the satin fabric covering my hip, and my body tingles at his warm touch.

“I like it,” he says. He hooks a finger under the lace strap and pulls it off my shoulder. Then he kisses from my shoulder to my neck. His kisses are soft at first, then firmer, and finally he licks and nips at my neck. A new erogenous zone is being created and I feel myself softening under his mouth.

“Oh yes,” I breathe. I wrap my arms around his neck and turn my face to his.

Noah tilts his head and kisses me. His mouth is demanding, and it’s sucking away all my rational thought. I run my hands over Noah’s tensed muscle. I can feel his smooth, hot skin. I trace the ribs on his sides and then cross over to his amazing pecs. When my thumbs flick the bumps of his nipples, he stretches his neck and sighs.

“Jesus.” Noah swallows so visibly that I see the movement of his strong throat. Every part of him is attractive.

Noah pushes back against the headboard. The covers fall away, and he’s naked underneath. He pushes up my slip, then cups my ass and lifts me onto his lap. I straddle him and rub myself up and down his jutting cock. His hands squeeze my ass hard. And he kisses me the whole time, his mouth hungry and messy on mine.

His hands pull the lace straps completely off my arms. He cups my breasts and gently lifts them out of the slip. Then he bends his head down and fastens his mouth to one nipple and sucks on me like he’s trying to taste my very essence. And the sensation of his mouth combined with the sight of his dark head against my naked skin fills me with want.

I moan aloud as he switches to the other nipple. I’m still grinding my body against his, and now I can feel the wet of his pre-come against my thigh.

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