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I wanted to remember the way he looked right now. Under me. Smiling lazily. With something akin to adoration etched all over his face.

I wasnot okaywhen he looked at me that way. And yet, I couldn’t look away. I was addicted to the attention he gave me. Addicted to the feel of his rough hands on my legs. Addicted to the way he hardened beneath me, his dick jumping in his sweats to nudge against my pussy.

“What’s on your mind, Red?”

I shrugged coyly. “Thinking about how much I like being on top of you.”

Noah smirked and his lids fluttered before he trained his sleepy gaze back on me. “I love having you on top of me.”

As if to prove his point, his erection pushed against my middle again, coaxing wetness out of me while I fought the urge to grind on him.

“I love your body, True. You’re so perfect,” he whispered, his voice fading as his right hand left my thigh and skated over my soft stomach. “I could spend forever looking at you.”

His left hand moved between my legs and his fingers teased the damp material of my panties.

The only thing I’d put on when we got home was a threadbare T-shirt I’d left here before, so he found what he was looking for easily, pushing my panties into my wet center with his thumb.

My hips bucked on their own, chasing the friction he’d created, even though it was fleeting.

“I wanna watch you come for me tonight, True.”

And I wanted to come for him tonight. I wanted to come for him every night.

He pushed harder against my clit before he tugged at my panties. But he didn’t pull them to the side. He pulled them just enough so that the material rubbed over my clit every time his hand shifted in the slightest.

“Noah,” I gasped, squirming on top of him. Having his hard dick beneath me while he teased me like this was unfair. It didn’t matter where I tried to turn, sensations took over and I gave in without a fight.

He finally slipped his fingers inside, touching me without the barrier of my panties and my knees dug into the bed on either side of him.

The calloused length of his middle finger worked from my entrance and back to my clit, spreading my wetness around the sensitive nub until I was a quaking, moaning wreck on top of him.

Need pooled in my gut, low in my stomach until it spread lower and ignited into an orgasm that crashed into me. I wasexpecting it, but it still hit me with enough force to make me cry out before a muffled string of whimpers followed close behind.

Noah watched me fight to stay upright, that same smirk on his face and that undeniable adoration clear in his gaze.

Fuck. I was fucked.

“Please tell me you have condoms in here,” I groaned, voice hoarse and pussy leaking.

I needed a lot of things right now. To catch my breath. A glass of water. The ability to slow my heart rate in point five seconds. But all I really wanted—all I really needed—was his dick in me to chase the aftershocks of my last orgasm and give me another while I gave him one in the process.

Noah nodded, his hair fanned out against the pillow beneath him and I leaned forward, kissing him as his fingers slipped back and forth against the hypersensitive flesh between my legs.

“I have condoms,” he said against my lips. “I haven’t been with anybody in two years and my last physical was two months ago. I’m healthy.”

That made me kiss him deeper before I pulled back and fixed my eyes on him, clearing the lustful fog I’d been in since we got home.

“I got tested four months ago and I haven’t been with anybody besides Grey since I got tested,” I shared.

“Okay.” He lifted up and I didn’t register what he was doing until I felt his hot skin beneath me instead of the cool fabric of his sweats.

I sat up on my knees, giving him space to get his pants off. Then looked down between us and my mouth formed anO.

Oh, my god.

Noah pulled a condom from the drawer by his bed, ripping the foil before he fisted his dick and rolled the latex on.

Before tonight, I’d already had enough reasons to obsess over this man but the universe kept dropping more in my lap.