Crazy Stupid Bromance (Bromance Book Club #3) - Lyssa Kay Adams Page 0,65

He taunted with the slightest pressure, slipping just the tip of a finger inside her before retreating.

“I’ve dreamed of this so many times,” he whispered against her lips. “Dreamed of touching you like this. Dreamed of us together.”

She would have admitted me too, if she could talk, but she couldn’t. Every sense, every cell, was tuned to the magic he worked between her legs.

Noah hoisted one of her legs over his hip, never breaking the kiss. His fingers pumped in and out of her, and he pressed the heel of his hand to her swollen, throbbing nub.

“Oh, God.” Alexis’s head fell back. Her body shook, legs trembled. Noah wrapped one arm around her waist to hold her as she rocked against his hand.

“Noah . . .” His name wrenched from her throat as waves and waves of electric pleasure shot through her. Her fingers dug into his shoulder as she held on, rode it out, soared on a rainbow of emotions she couldn’t identify.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, tenderness in his voice as he tightened his arm around her waist. “Just hold on to me.”

Alexis weakly wrapped both arms around his neck and hung on as he scooped her in his arms again before dipping her backward onto the mattress. Alexis wrapped both legs around his waist and dragged his mouth to hers.

His erection was cradled between her legs. Their bodies acted together, hips tilting into each other, into the bliss of hard against soft. Noah laced their fingers together and pressed her hands into the mattress above her head. But then he paused and lifted his mouth just enough to speak.

“Is that okay?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

It had been two years since she’d been with anyone, but she’d never been with someone like this. Open and honest and tender. Someone who cared to stop and check in with her to make sure what he was doing was still okay. Someone who took his time, treating every inch of her skin like a treasure to be cherished. Of all the ways she’d reclaimed herself, this was the one that mattered most. Everything about this moment, this act with Noah, was hers. Willing and honest. Raw and wanted.

“Do you like this position?” he asked quietly, skimming his lips across her jaw.

No man had ever asked her that during sex. “Yes. Do you?”

“Any position with you is perfect.”

They kissed slowly, languidly, fingers flexing together, bodies molding and melding as if this were all they needed. But it wasn’t. They needed more. She needed more.

Noah must have felt it the same time she did, because lazy became hurried. Languid became passionate.

Noah suddenly rose up with a groan and slipped from her embrace.

“What’s wrong?” she panted, a twinge of alarm turning the fuzzy edges of her desire into sharp focus.

“I forgot,” he grunted. She watched as he crossed the bedroom naked, unzipped his duffel bag, and dug around inside. Then he pulled out a long sheath of condoms.

She couldn’t help it. She giggled.

He turned around. “What’re you laughing at? My ego is at stake here.”

She giggled again. “You whipped those condoms out like a magician pulling a scarf from a hat or something.”

He gave her a sexy grin and jerked his eyebrows suggestively as he crawled back into bed. “Want to see my magic wand?”

Alexis laughed and groaned at the same time. “I walked right into that one.”

Noah rose on his knees above her.

“Do you want me to do it?” she whispered.

He slipped a foil square into her hands. She opened the condom and rolled it on him, slowly, reveling in his groan of pleasure.

She laid back again, and he returned to her, covering her body with his.

Alexis lifted a leg and hooked it over his hip, and as if he couldn’t wait any longer, Noah thrust inside her. Alexis cried out and arched her back. She wrapped her other leg around him and hooked her ankles, sending him farther inside.

But then they both stopped.

Stopped moving. Stopped breathing.

He shuddered on top of her, and she understood, because she felt it too. The power of being joined, finally. The joy of it. The surprise of it. It was too much to take in all at once.

The perfection of it brought their gazes to a passionate collision.

His eyes were black with desire but round with an almost stunned expression. “Lexa,” he whispered, his voice laced with wonderment.

She traced her finger along his jaw. “Make love to me.”

He closed his eyes and dropped his forehead to hers. Then he