Page 79 of Take A Number
“Me neither.” I grip his nape and hold on for dear life.
He thrusts again. “Only you, Norah.”
I nod my agreement.
“Only you,” he repeats before both of our bodies seize with a frenzied need to chase this climb we’re both experiencing.
He crushes his mouth to mine as my hips pump up to meet him thrust for thrust. Our breaths are a tangled mix of hunger and passionate desire. The sensation is so intense it doesn’t take long for us to shatter and explode into the dark abyss.
Everything about this moment feels right…natural…real.So real, I never want it to stop.
Alight snore wakes me, and as my eyes begin to open, I feel a soft grin tug on my lips as I recall the fact that Norah is in my bed, in my arms…snoring. I relish the weight and heat of her body sprawled over mine. She’s using my chest as her pillow, and the warmth of her breath causes goose bumps to pepper all the way down to my toes, awakening my already growing cock.
I lightly run my hand down her back, caressing her soft skin, hating the fact that this is my last morning with her.
Nuzzling my nose into her hair, she begins to stir on top of me. “Are you awake?” she croaks, squirming and making my dick pulse.
“Just woke up,” I reply, forcing myself to stop sniffing her like a fucking caveman. “How’re you feeling?”
She groans into my chest. “Awesome. And maybe a little sore.”
I can’t help but smile. “We did go a week without it.”
She lifts her head to prop her chin on me. “That’s a record for us.”
My brow furrows as that comment forces reality into this bed. There will be no more records for us to set because this is it. This is the end.
I bring my hand to her face and brush my fingers along her cheekbone, trying to commit her features to memory; I’m going to miss it. I’m going to miss her. I miss her already, and she’s literally naked on top of me.
The corner of her mouth twitches into a grin. “What are you thinking about right now?”
“You’re the perfect woman.”
Her face splits into a wide smile. “You’re such a suck-up.”
“It’s true,” I admit honestly and push my hands through her hair. “You deserve to know it.”
I pin her with a serious look because I want her to believe me. I want her to hear me and know she can have anyone she wants…if that’s what she wants. But I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I’d be okay with her living her life as a nun because the idea of another man seeing her like this guts me.
Her forehead creases between her brows as she pulls away to sit crisscross and face me. She tucks the white sheet to her chest and replies, “You’re…pretty incredible too.”
I shake my head slowly. “No really, I’m not.”
“You are too.” She laughs and pokes my leg that’s sticking out of the blanket. Her cheeks flush a ruddy color as she adds, “Actually, I was going to see if you maybe wanted to come with me to my TV interview in Denver on Saturday.”
“That morning show thing Max hooked you up with?”
A nervous look flits across her face. “Yeah. They said I could bring a guest, and I thought it would be a good thing for a boyfriend to attend.”
“Boyfriend?” I lift my brows curiously and sit up, propping myself up on the headboard. “But…our deal is over. Do you feel like you need a fake boyfriend for this TV thing or something?”
“No…I don’t need one. I want one.”
“I don’t understand.”
She runs a hand through her hair. “I thought you could come as my real boyfriend…not fake. The grand opening for the Denver location is that afternoon so we could make a weekend out of it. I have a pretty sweet Airbnb for the month since I’m going to be spending so much time getting Denver up and running. You could come check it out, and we could go to the opening together.”
“As a real couple?” I ask, my body clenching with fear that I’m about to ruin everything.
