Page 118 of Here With Me

My taunting voice has her smiling as she looks at me over her shoulder. That’s exactly what I was hoping it’d do.

“How do ya remember that?”

I tease my cock against her opening, covering the tip with her juices but not sliding in. She groans, pushing her hips out higher.

“I remembereverythin’ about you, Noah. There’s nothin’ about you I’m gonna forget. Not the way you lick your lips when you’re nervous or aroused. Not the way you wrinkle your nose when you’re unsure of or don’t like somethin’. Not the way you cock your hip when someone’s pissed you off. And definitely not the way you beg for me. So tell me what you need tonight, and I’ll give it to you.Anythin’.”

Her cheeks tint pink as a small smile appears across her face. “Tonight, I want your all-consumin’ love and passion. I want all aspects of you—from rough to sweet. Don’t hold back.”

I kiss the swell of her ass, then thrust inside and give her exactly what she requested.

Our bodies are slick with sweat as we slam into each other. I wrap an arm around her and squeeze her breast until she’s unraveling for a second time.Between her telling me how good it feels and whispered chants ofmore, more, more, I’m nearly combusting, but if this is our last time, I’m savoring every perfect moment of being inside her.

“Let me ride you.” She rolls over, and I position myself in the center of the bed.

Noah climbs over me and easily slides down my cock. She rocks against me with her palms flat on my chest as I grip her hip with one hand and rub between her legs with the other.

As I watch her, I memorize every inch of her sexy body. The swell of her breasts, the pinkness of her nipples, the tan line around her chest and shoulders from wearing tank tops outside, the smooth way her neck merges with her jawline, and her delicate ears. Every inch of her calls for me to touch, and keeping my hands off her will be torture.

She throws her head back and grounds her hips as she chases another release. Her lips part as she moans, and I reach up to pinch a nipple as she breathes through it.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, I hold her to my chest as I roll us over and pin her underneath me.

“Jesus Christ.” She laughs, hooking a thigh over my waist. “I didn’t ask for whiplash mode.”

I chuckle, thrusting back inside until I’m seated in deep. “Keep that up, sweet girl. I’ll change my mind and bring you to hell with me.”

Before she can respond, I ruthlessly pound into her. Skin smacking and breathless pleas surround us in blissful harmony. I bury my nose in her hair, inhaling her sweet scent I’ll miss. She claws at my arms as if she’s trying to scratch her way under my skin.

“You’re so perfect for me, Goldie,” I whisper against her ear. “So sweet and bold. I will never stop lovin’ you.”

I squeeze my eyes when I hear her choke up. Then I cup her face and slam my mouth down on hers. Our bodies move in sync as I pour my soul into the kiss that feels too damn final.

“Come inside me, Fisher.Please,” she mutters so quietly I almost don’t hear.

With one last thrust, I soar off the ledge and release everything I have into her.

She owns my heart.

My soul.

Every ounce of my love.

“Fuck, Goldie.”

More tears fall down her cheeks, but I don’t wipe them away this time. I lower my mouth and kiss each one.

I carry Noah to the shower so we can rinse off. We alternate between kissing and cleaning each other. Then I tell her more about Jase’s and my conversation: how he interpreted me leaving and growing up without me, losing his sister, Damien visiting and telling him the truth, his reaction to my confessions, and our plan for moving forward. I explain how Jase isn’t sure whether what he feels for her is real or not, and that even if he doesn’t, going behind his back and lying is enough of a betrayal to lose his trust once and for all.

There’s no easy way around this.

I tell my son, and he’ll no longer want anything to do with me.

If I don’t tell my son and he finds out about our secret relationship, he’ll no longer want anything to do with me.

The only solution is to break things off now before there’s a secret to find out.

I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t.