“You are sugar straight to the vein.” He dragged her juices over the tight pucker of her ass and circled and circled and circled until Julia thought she’d scream. Her pleasure overwhelmed her. Noah’s cock slipped from her mouth; her hands dug into his thighs.
“Oh God.” Her hips bucked into his hand, her back arching, head falling back, mouth falling open. “God. Please…”
With a growl, Noah pounded his fingers deep, deep, deep, then stroked his thumb over her pucker and ordered, “Come for me, Julia.”
The orgasm broke like an explosion at the center of her body, burning outward from her core. She cried out, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Every inch of her body was washed by the pleasure, making her spasm and twist and moan.
Julia pressed her face into the comforter and sank onto her belly on the bed. Noah brushed her hair off her face and kissed her cheek, giving her time to float back to earth.
“Tell me the truth,” he finally murmured. “Is that better than sex?”
She closed her eyes for a long moment. “Depends on who I’m having sex with.”
“With me. Be honest.”
She smiled and turned her head to look into his eyes, still hot with lust. “Touching myself is pleasurable. You touching me is naughty and erotic. But sex with you…is euphoric.”After a split second of searching her eyes, he broke out into a wide smile. “Then let’s get it on, slave girl.”
Julia lay on her side, head propped on her hand, watching Noah sleep. She should be exhausted after the hoops he’d put her through. Thoughts of their sex-filled hours made her smile. He was everything women craved in the bedroom—sensual and considerate, erotic and demanding, passionate and loving. And funny. She laughed softly, remembering his tickle fest and teasing. Out of the bedroom, he was dedicated, loyal, focused, driven, and fun.
If their situations were different…
She stopped herself before she let her mind slip down that road. With a sigh, she rolled out of bed and wandered into the hallway. She paused at the balcony and curled her fingers around the ironwork. Tall windows in the living room exposed snow-covered mountains shining in the moonlight, a pristine and tranquil setting against a backdrop of navy-blue velvet.
But her concerns limited her ability to enjoy the natural beauty. She still had to break the bad news about the bone cement to Noah, and that was going to be difficult for him to accept. She’d left another message for the surgeon after she and Noah had returned from Zephyr Academy, and continued to scour the Internet for research on the product, but everything she found only pointed her to the untested, possibly unstable state at this early date in the healing process.
She planned to stress the positive when she broke the news, telling Noah that with continued training, he’d be strong and healthy and ready to kick ass next season. But she knew all too well how far
away next season seemed to an athlete. And to sponsors. Yes, he would undoubtedly lose some. But others would stick by him the way Drake had.
She closed her eyes with dread. Oh, how she didn’t relish having to be the one to tell him.
“Hey.” His soft voice sounded behind her and made her jump. Then his warm arms slid around her waist, and the front of his hard body pressed against her back. His erection curved along the slope of her ass as he laid his lips to her shoulder. “You okay?”
“Yeah. You scared me.”
“Sorry.” He turned his head and kissed her neck. “Why aren’t you passed out after the night we’ve had? I’m exhausted.”
She laughed and leaned back into the cock denting her skin. “Don’t feel exhausted to me.”
He groaned and kissed her again. One hand slid up her body and stroked her neck where the collar had been before he’d removed it—and subsequently used the twin straps to
secure her wrists to the headboard. The memory stoked heat deep in her body and made her smile.
“I certainly can’t deny what my cock wants…even if the rest of me is completely wasted.” He pressed a hand to her face, turning her head toward him, then kissed her, slow and sweet. “But in this case, if I give my cock what it wants, my body may revolt and have a heart attack.”
Julia laughed.
He kissed her shoulder and wrapped her tight in his arms. “Come sleep with me?”
“Mmm,” she hummed at the delicious idea. “Absolutely.”
Noah drew her around by the shoulder, then lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed. He crawled over her and wrapped his arms around her, drawing her close to rest his chin on top of her head.
Julia snuggled into him, letting his deep, even breaths soothe the worries that tried to creep back in. But outside, dawn started to lighten the sky, and she’d have to tell him soon. Definitely before his scheduled doctor’s appointment in the morning.
She glanced back and found his eyes closed, his long golden lashes resting quietly on his cheekbones, his handsome face loose in relaxation. He heaved a satisfied sigh, rocked his head deeper into the pillow, and tightened the arm at her waist. Julia’s heart squeezed with equal parts love and pain.
No, she wouldn’t force him to hear her out now. She’d wait for the morning, until he’d had a few hours of solid sleep so his brain could absorb the news and function with the fallout. They had an undetermined amount of time in the future to deal with the bad news. But they only had the next few hours to exist in peace with nothing between them.