Page 46 of Noah's Reckoning
“Not good enough, Liv. I need to hear you tell me you’re in this.”
“In what?” I asked. Still feeling the sting of rejection from last night. “Back at camp I thought you made it clear nothing was going to happen between us.”
“You know why I did that,” he said clearly defensive. “I don’t want anyone up there thinking I’m messing around with you.”
“Except you want to mess around with me,” I pointed out.
He glowered at me. “Liv, we can’t keep our hands off each other. That goes both ways. We owe it to ourselves to explore that.”
I couldn’t necessarily disagree. I only knew how I felt after spending three days with him at the cabin. Being separated from him wasn’t fun. In fact, it was excruciating. Three more days with Noah in my house, in my bed? How was I going to feel when he left? The intensity of Noah wasn’t something I would easily recover from.
“So you taking a few days off and staying in Anchorage was about staying with me.”
“Yeah.”
“And after three days?”
He was nodding and, wish to God, I could see into his head. “Then we see where we go from there. Fair enough?”
“Fair enough,” I allowed. Whatever was happening to us was happening in super fast motion. Logically, I knew that. Emotionally, it felt like I was still reeling from all of it. I’d gone from super denial mode when it came to Noah to needy as hell.
Besides I wasn’t any better at this intimacy stuff than Noah was. Neither one of us were experts at relationships so maybe the idea of muddling through this was the best we could do. In the meantime, I had sexy Noah Aikens in my bed, pizza and the hope of more orgasms. I wasn’t going to complain.
* * *
Olivia
“Fuck, Liv. That feels so fucking good,” he groaned. “So fucking hot watching you suck my cock.”
He’d pulled my hair into a ponytail and held it in his fist so he could watch me this time.
Who knew blow jobs were my thing?
The pizza devoured, I’d decided to even the score with Noah and his orgasms. He was still propped up against the pillows while I was laid out between his legs. His cock filling my mouth in a way I thought was filthy and so fucking erotic. I could feel the tension in his thighs. Hear the way he hissed out a breath when I ran my tongue under the flared head.
He was mine. Mine to tease, mine to frustrate when I pulled away. Mine to satisfy when I took a breath then swallowed him deep.
“Liv, I’m close,” he grated out the words.
I knew it. I could feel it. The way he pushed into my mouth, where before he’d let me control the pace. The way his thighs got rock hard. His whole body shaking in anticipation of exploding.
And when he did and I tasted the musky saltiness that was the essence of Noah, I nearly came myself.
He didn’t give me a second to recover before he was laying me flat out on the bed, his mouth going right to my pussy where he could taste me in return. No chance of gaining orgasm ground on Noah. Not as he worked me up then pushed me over the edge with his tongue.
Exhausted, he settled me into his chest. I could feel the coarse hair of his chest against my back. Could feel his still semi-hard erection between my butt cheeks. His arms wrapped firmly around me like it felt they always should be, and I drifted off to sleep.
* * *
The next morning
Ark
“Stop looking at me like I’m a god. It’s eggs, Liv. Not rocket science.”
She shrugged. “This is the first time I’ve had a man in my kitchen cooking me breakfast after making love to me. I’m allowed to enjoy myself.”
I had made love to her this morning. If yesterday I’d fucked her, this morning had been different. Lazy, slow, sweet.
