lowered to his elbows, cradled her head in his hands, and began to move with an aching slowness. Their mouths found each other, tangling in an intimate dance as old as time but brand-new to them.
Noah’s hips lifted, and he withdrew to the tip. She gasped at the pleasure.
“Talk to me,” he murmured against her ear.
“You feel so good.”
He moved again, slowly withdrawing before thrusting back in. Alexis tilted her head into the mattress with a groan.
“Like that?” he whispered, voice tight with restraint.
“Yes,” Alexis moaned.
Noah did it again, slowly pulling out only to thrust back into her, harder and faster. A cry of pleasure burst from her throat, unbidden and unprompted. She gripped the comforter.
She whispered hungrily for him to talk to her, to tell her what he was thinking.
“You,” he groaned against her mouth. “All I ever fucking think about is you.”
He caught her earlobe with his lips. “You’re the first thing I think of when I wake up and the last thing I think of when I fall asleep. And even then I dream about you.”
Alexis wove her fingers in his hair and moaned. “What do you dream about?”
“Holding you. Kissing you. Touching you. Driving you crazy.”
With every word, he became more frantic. “I dream about making love to you, Lexa. Over and over again.”
His forehead dropped to her shoulder, his biceps bulging as he poised above her.
“Lexa,” he moaned. “God, Lexa.” He was panting, hard. Desperate. Out of control. And so was she.
Hot, surging pleasure flooded her limbs. She was so close. So close. And he seemed to know it, because he ground against her pelvis, and she was gone. Her whole body shook and then stiffened as she cried his name over and over, fingers digging into the mattress, head thrown back, heart exploding.
In the next instant, Noah let out a shudder and a guttural groan.
And followed her into the abyss.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Noah couldn’t move.
If he could stay here like this forever, he would. Wrapped in her arms, tangled in her body, his energy spent and his skin slick. Buried inside her forever.
He was only vaguely aware of the skim of her fingertips up his spine, of her breath against his neck, of the tandem pounding of their hearts. Her body surrounded him, welcomed him, embraced him, enlightened him.
He pressed his forehead to her neck and choked back the swell of emotion that made his throat thick and his eyes burn. Great. Just what he needed. To fucking cry after making love to her. But he had never experienced this before. He had never made love before. Not until now. Not until her. It had never felt like that for him.
Giving a woman pleasure had never been so fucking good for him.
She turned her face and nuzzled him with her cheek. “Are you okay?”
“I don’t know,” he murmured.
“We just had sex.”
He puffed out a laugh. “Is that what that was?”
“It’s been a while for me, but I’m pretty sure.”
“I enjoyed it,” he said, slowly regaining control of senses.
She mmm’d and burrowed her face into his neck. “So did I.”
He was probably crushing her beneath his weight, so he forced himself up on his elbows, every muscle protesting.
“Hey.” She smiled up at him.
He responded with a kiss. “Don’t move, okay?”
She nodded.
Noah padded naked to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. He paused at the sink and splashed several handfuls of cold water on his face. When he stared in the mirror he was shocked to see the same face staring back at him that had been there before. Something should be different, shouldn’t it? When a man experienced the most important sexual experience of his life, shouldn’t it reflect on his face?
Or maybe that was the point. Nothing had changed, because this was always supposed to happen between them. They didn’t change each other. They were perfect together as they were.
When he returned to bed, he found her curled on her side, head resting on her arm. She smiled as he crawled in next to her and brushed a wayward curl off her cheek.
“Now what?” She smiled.
“We could always do it again.”
Her laugh was light and airy, and it made his heart turn over in his chest.
“God, I love that sound,” he breathed.
“You always make me laugh.”
“I hope I always do.”
Her smiled turned coy. “I wasn’t laughing two minutes ago.”
“I know. Give me twenty, and we can start making that noise again too.”
She pressed her hand to his stomach. “The noise I’m most concerned about right