Second Dive (Kings of the Water #3) - Jasmin Miller Page 0,93
climb in next to her.
“Come here.” I pull her into my side like I’ve done so many times before.
But this time it feels different. More substantial, more significant.
My brain is busy putting puzzle pieces together in my mind. Shifting things around until I can see it all clearly.
My life. My future. My friends and my family. My new career as a coach. And Chloe. The woman I plan to marry, even though I know we don’t need a piece of paper to prove that we belong together. Our hearts made that decision for us a long time ago.
She wiggles in my arms, trying to get closer, to get more comfortable. When I start brushing my fingers lightly over her back, she finally stills. Some things never change, which isn’t always a bad thing.
I lie there for a while, listening to Chloe’s breathing slow down.
Wishing I could protect her from what she’s dealing with now and will face in the future. But isn’t that what life is all about? What love is all about? To find that special someone and make their life better? To be their equal and protector. To help them ease their pain and lift their spirits and get through the tough times side by side.
I want to be all that.
I will be everything for her.
Even if she’s snoring straight into my ear.
Thirty-Seven
Chloe
If Noah won’t touch me soon, I will lose my freaking mind.
Waking up to him every morning since my exams last week has been absolutely amazing, yet torturous when my body wants so much more than just being held. Okay, we’ve made out a few times, but Noah always stops before it can get any further. My incision site has healed, leaving only a small bruise and new skin in its wake.
But nope, Noah insists that he wants to be safe, not wanting to risk hurting me.
So, it’s time to take matters into my own hands, so to speak.
When I woke up a few minutes ago, Noah was splayed on his back next to me, the blanket low on his stomach. I mean, it’s like he’s presenting himself on a silver platter to me. That gorgeous chest I want to feast on, those muscular arms I want wrapped around me. And then all the goodies that are still hiding under the blanket.
Heat shoots through my body and lands firmly between my thighs.
Oh screw this.
Channeling every ounce of ninja power I possess, I push my hand under the blanket and slowly make my way over to his side. I’m strung so tight that I have to bite my lip to keep from groaning when I feel the soft material of his boxers underneath my fingertips.
Sooo close.
“Chloe, what are you doing?” Noah’s voice is deep and gruff, filled with sleep.
I love it.
Who knew what a turn-on that would be too?
My body is lighting up like a Christmas tree, and I’m not even embarrassed by the fact that I was caught with my hand almost in his pants.
It’s his fault really. How am I supposed to stay sane when he snuggles up to me every single night, his body setting mine on fire? Just to be doused with the equivalent of cold water every time I try to make a move.
“It’s been almost a week.” I sound whiny, but I don’t even care. I want him, like yesterday.
We’re finally together, for good, spending as much time together as possible. And I’m happy, so incredibly happy . . . and horny. But that’s clearly a different beast to tackle. And tackle it, I will.
“The doctors said I’m okay. The test results were all good.” I send Noah a glare that hopefully conveys how frustrated I am.
“I know. And I couldn’t be more thrilled.” He rolls on top of me, his morning erection greeting me hungrily. It’s also pressing on the exact spot I need it so badly. After pressing a soft kiss on my lips, he lifts himself off me again. “Go get ready, baby. I have a surprise for you.”
“You do?”
He nods and waggles his eyebrows.
“Wait. Is this a sex-related surprise?”
After staring at me like I’ve just grown a third eye, he laughs and shakes his head at me. “No, it’s not. Now go.”
I pout like the sex-starved woman I feel like and throw the blanket back, fully planning on taking care of things myself when I’m in the shower. Two strong hands grab me by the waist and haul me back against Noah’s hard body.