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I swallow, lowering my hands to her hips; gently brushing the soft fabric of this sexy as hell sweater dress. “And when I saw you…” I slide my hands up, grasping her ribs and running my thumbs just under the swell of her breasts. “I can’t take dreaming about touching you. Wanting you so badly my whole fucking body hurts.”

She swallows, her lips parting.

She wants me too.

“Noelle—”

But this time she doesn’t let me finish. She rises up on her tiptoes, bunches my sweater in her hands, and plants her lips on mine.

Unlike mine, her kiss isn’t soft and questioning. It’s desperate and needy, and sets fire to what’s inside of me.

“I’m trying to tell you I love you, Noelle,” I rasp. “I’ve loved you for years.”

A tear runs down her cheek.

“You don’t have to say it back,” I say, brushing it away. Even if it fucking kills me, I won’t beg her to say it back. I won’t force her to be with me if it’s not what she wants. “I just needed you to know.”

“I know,” she whispers. She hooks her fingers in the loops of my jeans and pulls me against her. I feel my hardness press up against her belly, and it’s all over then. A better man might back up, give her space. But right now I’m not that better man. I’m a man in love. Desperate, primal, all-encompassing love.

I kiss her, hard and deep, my tongue probing the soft heat of her mouth, seeking hers. I lace my fingers through her hair, groaning with need as she presses her body up against mine.

“Tell me what you want, Noelle,” I manage to rasp. I need to give her an out at least.

“I want you to fuck me, Leif. I want to be as close to you as possible.”

I groan, my dick throbbing. “You sure, Noelle? Because once I feel you wrapped around my cock, there’ll be no going back.”

Her pupils flare at the words, but her hand drops down between us, grazing my length under my jeans. “I’m sure.”

I can barely see through my desire for her, but I panic as I realize there’s no room for us. Even the floor is a cold, scuffed linoleum. Then my eyes land on one of those old metal-framed chairs with a fake leather seat and back. Not exactly roomy or comfortable, but I walk her back to it anyway. “It’s freezing in here,” I say.

I sit her down on it, then slide it fast toward me, making her squeal. Bracing my arms on either side of her thighs I lean forward and kiss her neck, inhaling her soft vanilla scent and dying a little inside.

“Noelle,” I say between kisses. “I wanted to take my time on you.”

She shakes her head. “Not now. I’ve thought about you taking me for five years.”

I grin, kissing her, then nipping at her jaw. “Are you saying making you wait any longer would be cruel?”

“Yes,” she breathes.

“You keep talking like that and I won’t make it at all.”

She laughs softly, running her hands through my hair. “You’re a resourceful guy, Leif. Find a way.”

CHAPTER18

Noelle

My whole body seems to throb as Leif drops to his knees and slides my dress up my thighs. It’s not just how badly I want him. It’s how much I love him. Seeing him on his knees before me, his expression so earnest; his eyes searching mine with every word I say—I’d give him anything. Everything.

The soft fabric of my dress slips easily over my tights, and I arch my hips up so he can get it over my ass.

When he takes in my underwear, visible under the sheer tights, he makes a growling sound low in his throat. “I knew if I ever got so lucky to touch you again. I dreamed about doing nothing but giving you pleasure.”

I moan at both his words and the way he tugs my tights down with an urgency that belies his words.

He doesn’t take them all the way off, though. He just lifts my knees, pressing them against my chest. While he kisses me, his knuckles brush down over my most sensitive spot, the fabric of my underwear still between us.

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