Page 65 of Love: Take Two

"Do you plan to fuck me in a suit, or do you maybe want to join me in taking off some clothes?"

He's ripping off his suit jacket before I even finish my question. It's a frenzy of limbs and clothing, and I have to cover my mouth to keep from laughing when one of his shoes accidentally knocks over a lamp.

"Sorry about that," he apologizes while still trapped in his undershirt. I pull the material from where it's stuck on his elbow, but can't contain my giggle when he stumbles getting out of his pants.

"Excited, are we?" I ask, still laughing.

He looks pointedly down at his boxer-clad erection.

"Hell yes, I'm excited. I have been since you showed up on set looking like a fucking bombshell." He pulls me into him again, gripping my ass in both hands and grinding his cock into me. "Since you spread those pretty thighs for me and came all over my tongue." He bites my neck, harder this time, and I yelp before he soothes it with another warm suck. "Since that first day when you looked like you wanted to stab me with your stiletto."

Without warning, he yanks down both cups of my bra, pinching and twisting my nipples. I grab onto his shoulders for balance, and he growls like an animal, seemingly trying to touch all of me at once.

"Noah," I moan when one hand leaves my nipple to pinch my clit. "Are you trying to kill me?"

He pulls back to look into my eyes, and I almost trip at the abrupt change.

"What do you mean?"

I'm out of breath, and the evidence of my arousal is currently dripping down the inside of my leg.

"Just that—" I swallow and try again. "Just that you're turning me on so much I might burst into flames."

He breathes a sigh of relief and brings me back into his arms.

"Thank God. I was worried I'd hurt you."

I smirk and give him a kiss on the cheek.

"Please. That shy girl from Entertainment Marketing is long gone. I can handle pinching and biting. I've even beenknown to enjoy spanking and the occasional choking. With the right partner, of course."

The fire in Noah's eyes ignites, and he takes my mouth in a kiss so fierce, I'm breathless.

"Lets—Oh!" I gasp when he slips his fingers back into my panties, my slick channel clenching around him. "L-lets take this to my bedroom." I jerk my head down the hall to my left. "It's that way."

Noah wastes no time. He ducks down to put an arm under my knees, then throws me over his shoulder. I squeal in protest.

"Noah! I'm too heavy. Put me down!"

He raises an eyebrow over his shoulder at me.

"Do I look like I'm struggling?"

The question is obviously rhetorical, as we're moving quickly down the hall while I have a perfect view of his toned ass. He's not even breathing hard. He kicks open the door to my bedroom with a quiet grunt, then flips me down onto the center of my king-size bed.

From his position over me, I'm finally able to take in the full view of his body. His broad shoulders have only gotten more muscular in the time we spent apart; he clearly continued his strict workout regimen. His chest is defined, with a light dusting of hair that gets thicker and darker before disappearing under the rim of his boxers. His biceps are straight out of a museum, cut from marble and in perfect proportion.

My body is not perfect. I'm full and dimpled, and things definitely aren't as perky as they were years ago. But still he's standing over me, staring like he can't decide where to start. I make the decision for him.

"Condoms are in the right bedside drawer."

He springs into action, reaching across the bed and leaving himself open for me to pull his boxers down his hips. His cock rises up to meet me, long, hard, and already leaking from the night's activities. I felt it our last time together, how completely it filled me, but seeing it in full light, up close, is overwhelming.

"You don't have to suck it," he murmurs, still rifling through my drawer for protection.

"Of course I do," I reply, wrapping my fingers around the base of his shaft and opening my mouth for a small taste. He hisses when my tongue makes contact with the head of his cock. "It's my turn."

I rise onto my knees for better leverage, swallowing more and more of his length with each bob of my head and twisting my hand in the opposite direction of my mouth for maximum sensation. I'm rewarded with guttural groans as Noah's hips buck, forcing more of himself down my throat. My hum of approval vibrates through him, and I move my other hand off his thigh to cup his balls.