Page 101 of Lick

“I was given the all-clear yesterday. I’m good to go.”

“That’s not what I meant, though, good to know. I want you to be sure. I don’t want you to regret it.”

“I won’t. Don’t make me beg, Noah.”

Her whispering my name is my undoing. I sweep her up and carry her towards the back, yelling out for my father to keep my boy safe.

Emma throws her head back and laughs, the sound wild and carefree. If I didn’t think it would make me look like a pussy, I’d stop so I could snap a photo of it. This is what I want—to make her so fucking deliriously happy that she never questions giving me a second chance.

“Fuck, I love you.”

She cups my jaw and tugs my head down where she kisses me hard. “Good. Because I love you right back. Now take me to bed and show me just how much you love me.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

We make it to my room in record time. I put her on her feet as I lock the door. I don’t know which of us moves first, but we’re pawing at each other, ripping our clothes off like we might die if we have to wait a second longer.

My cock is so hard it’s painful as I step back to take her in. She tries to cover her scars with her hands, but I pull them away as I get down on my knees and kiss her just above the angry red lines.

“The scars mean you survived. You literally had your body torn open so I could have a son. I don’t think men have any idea just how incredible women truly are. But not me. I know I’m the luckiest bastard on this planet.”

I press another kiss a little lower before I stand back up and ease her onto the bed. My back pulls a little from carrying her upstairs, but I don’t give a shit. I’d carry her while crawling on my knees if it led me here.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” I move her up the bed before I spread her legs and climb between them.

She reaches up and slides her hands into my hair before dragging my head down so she can kiss me, and who am I to argue with that?

We lose ourselves in each other, savouring what we lost, and finding ourselves once more. I’m almost delirious with need by the time I slip inside her.

I start slow, wanting her to feel the love between us, but my control snaps when she drags her nails down my back and moans my name. I start fucking her hard, reaching around to hook her leg over my hip so I can get deeper.

“Fuck, you feel so good. I missed you. Missed this.”

“I missed you, too,” she whispers before she arches her back and cries out.

Her pleasure is my undoing. As soon as I feel her clenching around me, I plant myself as deep as I can go and come hard, roaring her name as I fuck us both through the aftershocks.

I collapse over her, bracing my weight with my forearms as I kiss her forehead, her nose, her lips. “Thank you for giving me you.”

“Thank you for being patient with me. I can’t guarantee I won’t get scared again. Some days, the fear of starting over consumes me because what if you change your mind? You’re young, gorgeous, and⁠—”

“All yours. And I can prove it.” I ease out of her gently and discard the condom before cleaning us both up and helping her redress. “Come on.”

She looks at me, confused, but takes my hand and lets me lead her back downstairs. “Everyone’s gonna know what I’ve been doing,” she grumbles, smoothing her hair down.

“Em, they knew what we were doing the second I picked you up and carried you away.”

“Ugh, so much for not scaring my kids.”

I laugh and push her against the wall next to the door and kiss her senseless.

“They better get used to it. I’m gonna fuck you every chance I get. We’ve got a lot of time to make up for.”

“Yeah, we do.” She smiles. Before I can get distracted and drag her back upstairs again, I tug her through the door and head over to my father, who is sitting on the sofa with Kendrick asleep in his lap. Sophie is sitting next to him, talking a mile a minute, and my father looks completely endeared by her.

“Hey, Dad, you have that shit I asked you to bring?”

He looks at me with a frown for a second before he reaches into his coat and pulls out a padded envelope that’s been folded in half.