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I’m as hard as stone against her, as she climbs me like she can’t get close enough. My tongue invades her mouth impatiently as she jousts with me. Her hands run over my body. Every touch sends lightning strikes to my groin. She grasps at the hem of my T-shirt with hungry hands and rips it over my head.

The instant the cotton passes between us, I feel deprived by the loss of contact. But it gives me the break I need to gain control of my senses. I step back away out of arms’ reach. Her chest rises and falls like a rough sea, lips swollen and eyes dripping with lust. Her breath hitches and her gaze locks onto the new ink on my chest she has never been close enough to see.

The sexual desperation between us is undeniable, but I need verbal clarification. Lizzie has been through too much for me to take without asking, no matter what signals are being given off. We can’t even have a conversation without ripping each other’s heads off, but tearing each other’s clothes off, even after all this time, comes as natural as breathing. I need to know.

“Lizzie, what do you want?” I’m fucking panting. The fear of rejection burns and I can’t look her in the eye, so I lower my head.

“Is it not obvious?” Her voice vibrates right down into my soul.

“No.” I shake my head subtly and lift my gaze to hers. “No, it’s not.” The words catch in my throat at the sight of the storm raging in her eyes. And I feel myself getting sucked into the storm’s wall.

“I’ve waited years for this. The thought of this moment has kept me going. I need you inside me.” She purrs the words.

My cock’s begging for me to take her, to stop asking stupid fucking questions.

“I know what you’re thinking, but I assure you, this”—she waves a hand between us—“is the only thing that has kept me sane. The thought of being with you again.”

I stare at her, unable to further force words out of my mouth. Instead I step forward into her space and lift her chin with my thumb and forefinger so she can look me fully in the eye. I need to be certain. I never thought I’d see the emotions that swarm her eyes again, or believe them to be true.

She places a hand around my neck and the other on my crotch, palming my dick through my jeans. “I don’t want you, Noah.”

My eyes widen with surprise at reading her wrong yet a-fucking-gain and I go to take a step back, but she pulls on my neck. “I need you… I don’t want gentle, and I don’t need you to make love to me. Just you, raw and unrestrained.”

It takes a split second to comprehend what she has said, what she’s asking for. As it registers, I crash my lips to hers, delving deep into her mouth, tasting her. She moans into the kiss, the vibration setting me on fire, and an uncontrollable groan escapes my lips.

I lift her, and her legs instinctively wrap around my waist. Her heat burns through my jeans and it drives me insane. Looking around the room, I hone in on the sofa and I stride over, throwing her unceremoniously onto it, making her giggle. The sound’s intoxicating.

She shuffles back so she’s propped up on her elbows but her body is laid out like a feast. It’s a sight I never thought I’d see again and it’s mouth-watering. She’s wild and wanton. Her caramel hair’s haphazard, lying around her shoulders and across her face. Her grey eyes peep out from under it, a tranquil but lustful look about them.

I run my hand over my head and down the back of my neck, holding it there. This needs to be good for her, and if I don’t calm down, I’ll be a thirty-second wonder.

She beats me to it and begins to remove her shirt, slowly popping open the buttons and letting her hand roam over her perfect tits. She lets the shirt fall open, revealing them caged in her bra, their fullness erupting from the cups and stiff peaks poking through the fabric.

I stand mesmerised by the sight as she continues down to her cut-off shorts. She kicks off her flip-flops while her hand continues on its path, unfastening the button and lowering the zipper. She does the casual shimmy shuffle women do as she hooks her fingers in the waist and ever so slowly lowers them.

All the time, her gaze holds mine. As she lies half naked on the sofa, her eyes turn questioning as I stand immobilised. The black lace underwear caressing her skin taunts me to touch her. I finally find my voice.

“You look fucking stunning.”

Internally, I’m memorising the view before me, and I’ll memorise every second which follows because I don’t know if, or when, it’ll ever happen again. The smile that crosses her face amazes me, it’s of a confident and self-assured woman, highly sexy but equally astounding in the circumstances. It’s those circumstances that are keeping me reined in.

I stand bare-chested and her hungry gaze roams over me. As she watches, I kick my boots off and step forward, flicking open the buttons of my fly. My cock springs free, and I smirk at the fact I’m commando today. Not a usual occurrence but effective from the expression on her face. Working quickly, I grab a condom from my wallet and throw it on the floor near her feet, my jeans follow.

“Let yourself go.” She stands and places her gentle hands on my pecs then glides her fingers down the crease of my abs.

My cock twitches against my lower stomach at the thought of her hand moving closer.

“You’re holding back on me. I’ve told you, Noah, I need you.” She leans forward, her minty breath brushing my face. “You’re thinking too much. You need to feel.” She drops to her knees and takes me between her lips.

A growl emanates from my chest as my head falls back and my hands, on autopilot, grab onto her hair. The heat of her mouth wrapped around me, taking me deep, is indescribable. I instantly harden more. My hips begin to move of their own volition, and it sparks the sexual aggressor in me. She knew it would. She wants me rough and out of control.

One of my hands moves to the nape of her neck, twisting her hair into a loose ponytail, which I use to pull her off my cock and up against my lips. I plunge into her mouth, my tongue stroking with hers, as my other hand snakes around her waist, pulling her against me, then teasing off her knickers. The taste of myself on her tongue drives me wild. The need to savour her overwhelms me. I guide her back on the sofa, spread her open to me, and bury my head between her thighs. I lick and suck at her clit and then delve deep into her pussy. She whimpers beneath me as my thumb joins in and works against her swollen nub.

Pulling back, I spread her legs wider to admire the view. I trail my fingers down the thin strip of hair to the delicate skin of her pink pussy. Licking my lips at the view, I taste her arousal. The view, her taste, having her where I’ve wanted her for so long, is almost too much.

Lizzie eyes me through hooded lids, and throws her head back when I sink into her with my fingers.

The woman writhing on my hand is beautiful, sinful, and so erotic I nearly explode on the spot. With my free hand, I reach up and liberate one of her tits from its confines. She’s fucking beautiful. I lean in and take it in my mouth, teasing her nipple with my teeth and tongue. Her muscles tighten around the hooked fingers twisting in and out of her glorious pussy, and she convulses beneath me.

She’s gasping for breath as I nestle in between her legs and hover over her. I devour her lips again before leaning back and running my hand down between her breasts and onto her abdomen. Gracefully, she arches under my touch. Grabbing hold of my cock, I palm it a couple of times, and watch as her breathing grows steady. I rub myself against her and revel in the feel of the wetness coating me.

“You need me, Lizzie?” I continue to tease her entrance. “Well, here I am,” I whisper gruffly in her ear.

She gasps as I drive deep into her, and I almost shoot my load like a fucking teenager.

“Shit, Lizzie, you’re like a fucking vice,” I breathe out almost reverently.

I have to gather every tiny shred of my willpower together to maintain my dignity. The little sounds of pleasure she releases are not helping my situation. As I begin to rock my pelvis against hers, I stare up into her eyes. Fuck me, they’re like watching a lightning storm with the sun glaring through the cracks in the clouds. Those stunning eyes have always been my downfall.