jump his bones."
I wince at the announcement. "Have had it if you want." I tip my own fork in her direction. "Don’t say I didn't warn you. Those artsy types are crazy as hell."
***
"I want us to go away for the weekend." Noah runs his hands over my bare back, pulling my body into his. We've just spent the past hour in his bed, his tongue, teeth and lips coaxing one intense orgasm after another from me. He insisted I not mount his beautiful cock until he held me.
"Where?" I'm almost giddy with the promise of a weekend away with him. After all the Brighton and Ari bullshit, we need time to shelter together into our own cocoon. Doing that in another city is exciting and it means that Noah is finally feeling comfortable enough to venture into the world with me.
"I thought we could go back to New York." His lips rest against my forehead. "I want to show you my favorite places there. Places I loved going to before the attack."
"I'd love that." I pull my hand across his broad chest. "A weekend in New York with you would be magical to me."
"Magical?" I can feel his smile on my skin. "I love how you love life, Alexa. I need that."
"I'll show you how to love every moment." I close my eyes, soaking in how perfect it feels to be this close to him. "We'll love them together."
"I guess I'll need to pack for this. I can't walk around Manhattan with my dick hanging out, can I?"
I shove at his hips but he's so heavy and strong. "You're hilarious."
"Come over on Friday afternoon when you're done class and you can help me pack. Bring your suitcase," he says softly. "We'll stay until Sunday night."
"I'll be here." I slide down his body, pulling the sheet aside revealing his erection. "I need to do this first," I whisper as I pull the thick crown between my lips.
"Yes," he hisses as his fingers weave through my hair. "Suck it hard, Alexa. Suck it good."
Chapter 26
"I'm leaving for Paris tomorrow." He's standing in my doorway. I wasn't supposed to see him again. My heart didn't want that. I wanted him to fuck off and leave me alone.
"I don't care, Beck." I reach to pick up my overnight bag and grab my keys from the coffee table. "I'm on my way out."
"You're leaving?" His blue eyes take everything in. "Where are you going?"
"I'm going on a weekend trip." I push past him and shut my apartment door with a thud. I push the key in, hinging the lock. "I need to go now."
"With Noah?" he asks gruffly. "Have you talked to him today?"
"That's none of your business." The question jars me more than he realizes. I had tried to call Noah twice to confirm the time he had booked for our train ride to Manhattan. Both times the calls had gone to voicemail.
"I saw him earlier," he admits. "We talked about you."
I know that I should ask for all the details but Brighton will slant them in his direction so I'll question the very fabric of my connection with Noah. I'm not about to let him, or anyone, steal this weekend away from us. It means too much to me. It's the start of a new beginning for Noah and me. It's the start of a life outside emotional prison he's been keeping himself in.
"I'm late, Brighton." I start the steep descent of the stairs down to the lobby of my building.
"Alexa." He catches my elbow and I wobble precariously on the top step. I fear, for just a brief moment, that I'll fall. I instinctively reach out to grab his hand.
"Brighton, I need to go." I stare into his eyes. Anything that may have been there the night I saw him at the gallery in New York is now gone. All I see now, when I look at him, is a moment in Paris.
He nods and it's as if he finally sees it too. "I'm a phone call away. If you ever need me, I'll be on the first flight back here."
It's a tender promise that I know I'll never take him up on. When I walk out of the door and get into a taxi to take me to Noah's apartment, Brighton will officially become a thread of the fabric of my past. I can finally put that part of my life to rest, right
I wince at the announcement. "Have had it if you want." I tip my own fork in her direction. "Don’t say I didn't warn you. Those artsy types are crazy as hell."
***
"I want us to go away for the weekend." Noah runs his hands over my bare back, pulling my body into his. We've just spent the past hour in his bed, his tongue, teeth and lips coaxing one intense orgasm after another from me. He insisted I not mount his beautiful cock until he held me.
"Where?" I'm almost giddy with the promise of a weekend away with him. After all the Brighton and Ari bullshit, we need time to shelter together into our own cocoon. Doing that in another city is exciting and it means that Noah is finally feeling comfortable enough to venture into the world with me.
"I thought we could go back to New York." His lips rest against my forehead. "I want to show you my favorite places there. Places I loved going to before the attack."
"I'd love that." I pull my hand across his broad chest. "A weekend in New York with you would be magical to me."
"Magical?" I can feel his smile on my skin. "I love how you love life, Alexa. I need that."
"I'll show you how to love every moment." I close my eyes, soaking in how perfect it feels to be this close to him. "We'll love them together."
"I guess I'll need to pack for this. I can't walk around Manhattan with my dick hanging out, can I?"
I shove at his hips but he's so heavy and strong. "You're hilarious."
"Come over on Friday afternoon when you're done class and you can help me pack. Bring your suitcase," he says softly. "We'll stay until Sunday night."
"I'll be here." I slide down his body, pulling the sheet aside revealing his erection. "I need to do this first," I whisper as I pull the thick crown between my lips.
"Yes," he hisses as his fingers weave through my hair. "Suck it hard, Alexa. Suck it good."
Chapter 26
"I'm leaving for Paris tomorrow." He's standing in my doorway. I wasn't supposed to see him again. My heart didn't want that. I wanted him to fuck off and leave me alone.
"I don't care, Beck." I reach to pick up my overnight bag and grab my keys from the coffee table. "I'm on my way out."
"You're leaving?" His blue eyes take everything in. "Where are you going?"
"I'm going on a weekend trip." I push past him and shut my apartment door with a thud. I push the key in, hinging the lock. "I need to go now."
"With Noah?" he asks gruffly. "Have you talked to him today?"
"That's none of your business." The question jars me more than he realizes. I had tried to call Noah twice to confirm the time he had booked for our train ride to Manhattan. Both times the calls had gone to voicemail.
"I saw him earlier," he admits. "We talked about you."
I know that I should ask for all the details but Brighton will slant them in his direction so I'll question the very fabric of my connection with Noah. I'm not about to let him, or anyone, steal this weekend away from us. It means too much to me. It's the start of a new beginning for Noah and me. It's the start of a life outside emotional prison he's been keeping himself in.
"I'm late, Brighton." I start the steep descent of the stairs down to the lobby of my building.
"Alexa." He catches my elbow and I wobble precariously on the top step. I fear, for just a brief moment, that I'll fall. I instinctively reach out to grab his hand.
"Brighton, I need to go." I stare into his eyes. Anything that may have been there the night I saw him at the gallery in New York is now gone. All I see now, when I look at him, is a moment in Paris.
He nods and it's as if he finally sees it too. "I'm a phone call away. If you ever need me, I'll be on the first flight back here."
It's a tender promise that I know I'll never take him up on. When I walk out of the door and get into a taxi to take me to Noah's apartment, Brighton will officially become a thread of the fabric of my past. I can finally put that part of my life to rest, right
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