Straddling his muscular thighs, she rolled the condom into place before covering the angle of his hips with her heat. The friction of his cock so close to where she wanted it sent sparks under Violet’s skin, and with one tip of her body, she lowered as he pressed up to fill her.
“Oh,” she breathed, the only thing she could manage past the shock of undiluted pleasure flooding her body. Lifting just slightly, she leaned forward to brace herself over Noah’s chest as his palms found her waist, guiding her so they could learn each other, inch by inch. Each slow thrust brought the tension in Violet’s body closer to a tightly-wound tipping point, and when he skimmed one hand from her waist to the aching spot just above where their bodies joined, she tumbled right past it and into the bright reaches of release.
Noah held her close, his movements ebbing as she thrummed with overwhelming sensitivity. Without leaving her body, he shifted her beneath him, bracing his weight on his right arm as he settled into the cradle of her hips.
“You are gorgeous,” he whispered, cresting into her until no space remained. “I want to make you come over and over just to see the look on your face.”
Desire ribboned through her, riding a streak of surprise at how quickly it had returned, and Violet arched up, locking their bodies together with provocative heat. Noah made love to her with dark intensity, kissing her deeply, tunneling his hands through her hair, touching her everywhere. He dared her back over the edge with the rhythm of his movements, whispering her name as he finally followed on a shudder.
They lay together, tangled in their breathlessness, and a thin line of fear edged past Violet’s bliss at the hitch in Noah’s breath as he repositioned his body next to hers, clearly favoring his right side. But then he captured her mouth in a slow, sweet kiss, and all of a sudden, tomorrow— and everything that went with it— seemed very far away.
CHAPTER NINE
Noah stared at the clock on his bedside table even though he’d tracked the progress of the numbers for the past hour straight. His apartment whispered the near-silent noises of three-thirty in the morning, all of them completely familiar to his ears save one.
Violet lay curled among the bed sheets, her breath rising and falling in a quiet rhythm from the spot where she’d drifted to sleep a few hours ago, and holy hell, she was gorgeous even in her sleep.
Using his stealth as an asset, Noah slipped from the bed, grabbing his T-shirt and a pair of sweats before padding soundlessly into the hallway. A few achy tremors rippled through his arm as he wrangled the shirt over his head, but it wasn’t nearly as painful as the look on Violet’s face when she saw the damned bandage in the first place. Christ, as if the gaping hole in his memory wasn’t enough, the wound on his arm was a stark reminder why he needed his memory back ASAP. Someone on the street had tried to turn him into Swiss fucking cheese, and if he didn’t man up and make a statement to nail the guy, that person was going to get away with shooting cops.
Not on Noah’s watch. Not ever.
And yet as much as he wanted to regain his memory and get back to the business of being a cop, there was something else he wanted, too, and hell if he didn’t have the slightest clue how to handle it. But being around Violet, with all that unrestricted emotion and truth about how she felt bubbling right out of her, made him feel like maybe he didn’t have to stuff it all down. Like maybe if he said things out loud, the stark fear that he might not ever remember enough to catch this guy wouldn’t be so bad.
As quietly as possible, he moved to the kitchen and clicked on the small light over the sink, blinking back the burn of sudden brightness in the shadows. A quick inventory of his fridge turned up a small plastic container, nestled in with the ingredients Violet had brought for
“Oh,” she breathed, the only thing she could manage past the shock of undiluted pleasure flooding her body. Lifting just slightly, she leaned forward to brace herself over Noah’s chest as his palms found her waist, guiding her so they could learn each other, inch by inch. Each slow thrust brought the tension in Violet’s body closer to a tightly-wound tipping point, and when he skimmed one hand from her waist to the aching spot just above where their bodies joined, she tumbled right past it and into the bright reaches of release.
Noah held her close, his movements ebbing as she thrummed with overwhelming sensitivity. Without leaving her body, he shifted her beneath him, bracing his weight on his right arm as he settled into the cradle of her hips.
“You are gorgeous,” he whispered, cresting into her until no space remained. “I want to make you come over and over just to see the look on your face.”
Desire ribboned through her, riding a streak of surprise at how quickly it had returned, and Violet arched up, locking their bodies together with provocative heat. Noah made love to her with dark intensity, kissing her deeply, tunneling his hands through her hair, touching her everywhere. He dared her back over the edge with the rhythm of his movements, whispering her name as he finally followed on a shudder.
They lay together, tangled in their breathlessness, and a thin line of fear edged past Violet’s bliss at the hitch in Noah’s breath as he repositioned his body next to hers, clearly favoring his right side. But then he captured her mouth in a slow, sweet kiss, and all of a sudden, tomorrow— and everything that went with it— seemed very far away.
CHAPTER NINE
Noah stared at the clock on his bedside table even though he’d tracked the progress of the numbers for the past hour straight. His apartment whispered the near-silent noises of three-thirty in the morning, all of them completely familiar to his ears save one.
Violet lay curled among the bed sheets, her breath rising and falling in a quiet rhythm from the spot where she’d drifted to sleep a few hours ago, and holy hell, she was gorgeous even in her sleep.
Using his stealth as an asset, Noah slipped from the bed, grabbing his T-shirt and a pair of sweats before padding soundlessly into the hallway. A few achy tremors rippled through his arm as he wrangled the shirt over his head, but it wasn’t nearly as painful as the look on Violet’s face when she saw the damned bandage in the first place. Christ, as if the gaping hole in his memory wasn’t enough, the wound on his arm was a stark reminder why he needed his memory back ASAP. Someone on the street had tried to turn him into Swiss fucking cheese, and if he didn’t man up and make a statement to nail the guy, that person was going to get away with shooting cops.
Not on Noah’s watch. Not ever.
And yet as much as he wanted to regain his memory and get back to the business of being a cop, there was something else he wanted, too, and hell if he didn’t have the slightest clue how to handle it. But being around Violet, with all that unrestricted emotion and truth about how she felt bubbling right out of her, made him feel like maybe he didn’t have to stuff it all down. Like maybe if he said things out loud, the stark fear that he might not ever remember enough to catch this guy wouldn’t be so bad.
As quietly as possible, he moved to the kitchen and clicked on the small light over the sink, blinking back the burn of sudden brightness in the shadows. A quick inventory of his fridge turned up a small plastic container, nestled in with the ingredients Violet had brought for
Similar Books
