Hush - Fighting Fate #2 (46 page)

I groaned. Just the thought of standing under a shower tired me out, but then Noah lifted me up to sit on the counter
and turned to start filling the bath tub. Blinking, I tried to get my head to focus on what he was doing. He was running me a bath?

I watched him pick up a bottle off the shelf and squeeze some purple liquid under the flow of water, making bubbles magically appear. Then he gently lifted me onto my feet and started undressing me.

He was so beautiful. And right now I wasn’t talking about the outside package. I could plainly see the love shining out of him as he worked to carefully slide the dress off me. There was no lust in his eyes at all. Just love. And it was wonderful.

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lasping my bra, he slowly drew it over my skin, dropping it to the floor before doing the same with my panties.

Flashes of memory came to me. A time when I’d been in a similar situation. Me sitting in the bathroom, with Noah gently washing me down. It was staggering to realize how much he cared for me even then.

He gazed at me for a moment, and I finally knew what he knew.

Reaching up to touch his face with my fingers, I swallowed. “I love you.”

He seemed to hold his breath for a moment, then he exhaled, slow and sure, and his gaze silently returned my declaration. With a gentleness only love could give, he cupped my face in his hands and slowly leant in to press his lips to mine.

He didn’t linger though. He just bent low and gently swept
me up into his arms then lowered me into the water. Shutting off the flow, he quickly worked to undress himself then climbed in behind me.

The instant I felt his hands touch my shoulders, gently urging me back to lean against his chest, I
exhaled with contentment.

With languid eyes, I watched Noah reach for a wash cloth, then dipping
it into the water, he proceeded to wash me.

I’d never been so thoroughly taken care of
before. He washed every inch of my skin with tender care, moving the cloth in slow, deliberate strokes, soaping me up and washing me off with methodical movements. He shampooed my hair, careful to use soft, gentle fingers on the tender spot on the back of my head, then he conditioned the long strands, carefully raking his fingers through it, massaging out all the knots before rinsing it all out again.

When he was done, he pulled the plug and climbed out, wrapping a towel around his hips before lifting me out and drying me in the same methodical way.

I was enthralled by the intensity of his concentration. He was so focused and in control, which would’ve made my lips twitch if I wasn’t so damned tired.

When he was satisfied I was dry enough, he led me to the bedroom and pulled back the sheets, and I happily climbed in.

Flicking off the lights, he slid in beside me, and pulled me closer so I was cradled against his chest. “Goodnight beautiful,” he whispered, kissing the top of my head.

I remember feeling his
fingers moving slowly down the center of my back, and then everything went dark.

***

I woke curled up in the middle of the bed on my own. Pouting, I rolled, searching the room and the bathroom beyond for any sign of Noah. I didn’t like waking up alone in his bed. I wanted him wrapped around me like he usually was.

Deciding to wait a while just in case he was coming back soon, I stretched and let my thought
s run over the events of the night before. As much as the scene with Aaron had frightened the hell out of me, I was insanely happy he was now in jail. I hoped he was put away for a really long time.

Then there was Noah’s family. They’d all been so amazing. Not only after the incident, but every time I’d seen them. They were so happy and supportive. I could see how Kara found it so easy to call them family.

And lastly, there was the way Noah had looked after me when we’d gotten home. I mean, I’d always known he was my protector, but the way he’d cared for me so completely like that, was life altering. It was honestly like the earth had shifted and aligned with something that made everything fall into place. It made me certain, regardless of the short amount of time we’d known each other, that we were exactly where we were supposed to be.

Together.

With curiosity finally stirring me into action, I climbed out of bed and threw on Noah’s robe. I breathed it in as I put it on. It didn’t smell like him so I had a feeling he hadn’t worn it much, if at all. He didn’t really strike me as a robe wearing guy.

Pulling the sash into a half knot, I shuffled out to the kitchen and looked around, frowning when I couldn’t see Noah anywhere.

The sound of a door closing had me turning around, and when I did, I froze. Noah paused just inside the door, his eyes dark and commanding. But that wasn’t what had my attention.

He was dressed, from head to toe, in full
police uniform.

Holy freaking hell.

It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. I raked my eyes up his body, already feeling myself growing wet. I watched his mouth moving, but my head was seriously clouded over.

“Miss,” he snapped, and my attention sharpened.

“I’m going to need you to spread your legs and put your hands on the counter in front of you.”

I felt my eyes widen.

Holy shit! I instantly started panting. At this rate, I was going to orgasm any second.

“M
iss,” he said, his voice firm and commanding. “Hands on the counter in front of you.”

With my breath shaking, it did as he asked, widening my stance and placing my hands, palm
s down in front of me. I felt him move behind me, and my senses roared.

“Are you carrying any dangerous or illegal substances on your person?”

Oh my god. I didn’t know if I could handle this. I was almost hyperventilating I was so turned on. Swallowing, I shook my head.

“I’m going to need you to answer me
, Miss.”

Jesus help me.
“No, officer,” I breathed.

“That’s better.
” I felt him move closer, the heat of his body warming me through the robe. “I think I’m going to have to conduct a strip search though,” he said. “Stand up.”

Oh
my god. My legs trembled as I stood up. Noah leaned closer, his body coming into contact with mine. Then he grabbed both my arms and brought them down by my sides.

I was held captive by anticipation. Slowly, he untied the sash
and loosened the robe, sliding it off my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor.

“Hands on the counter, Miss,” he said, his voice still firm but slightly rougher.

Following his orders, I placed them back on the counter and tried to hold myself together. His hands started at my shoulders, sliding down my back and up again before moving down the tops of my arms and back up the undersides.

I gasped as they ran over my breasts, down my stomach then the front of
my legs, all the way down to my toes. The he started back up again, this time stroking over my calves, the backs of my thighs, and over my ass.

He paused when he reached my hips.
“I think I need to conduct a deeper search,” he said huskily into my ear. “I’m going to need you to put your hands behind your back and your chest on the counter, Miss.”

I was full on panting now. The picture he was painting in my mind was so erotic and hot, I wasn’t sure I could handle it. But I sure as hell wanted to try.

Placing my hands behind my back, I slowly leant forward until my entire chest was lying across the kitchen counter. It was cool, but it felt incredible against my aching nipples.

Then I felt cold metal snap around my wrists. Holy mother of all that was hot! He freaking cuffed me! My pussy was aching so
badly now. I needed him to touch me.

“
Spread your legs wider,” he commanded.

I did.

Then I heard the rustling of material and the unmistakable sound of a zipper opening. I whimpered.

When I felt the warmth of his cock slide between my legs, I didn’t even bother trying to hold back my moan. It was pure heaven.

Then his hands were gripping my hips and he was inside me. He started slow, tormenting, stroking over my G spot with extraordinary precision. I gasped with the intensity of it, clenching myself around him, and then he started moving faster, building up a relentless, pounding rhythm that pushed me harder and harder.

I was so close. It was just
trembling there, just under the surface, waiting for the right time to explode and shatter me into a million pieces.

Noah pushed harder, faster, his breath growing frantic, tiny little groans escaping with each thrust inwards. His fingers gripped me tighter, pulling me against him
as he slammed into me. Again and again.

I heard him choke
, a garble of words I had no chance of deciphering, and then he was reaching around to stroke my clit with his fingers and I was coming undone.

He strained against me hard before his body jerked and he yelled out his release.

My body fell languid against the counter top, and my legs trembled like Jell-O. I sucked in breath after breath, trying in vain to catch it, but it just wasn’t happening. Noah’s body leaned lightly against my ass, that one hand still pressed against my clit, and the other one leaning firmly on the countertop beside my head. His breath was coming just as hard as mine and, I didn’t know if was in reaction to the tremors still gripping my body, but his cock kept twitching inside me.

Eventually he pulled out, making both of us shudder, and he carefully took off the handcuffs, softly smoothing his hands over my wrists where they’d been.

With hands just as gentle as the night before, he pulled me up, wrapping the robe back around me and turned me around to face him. Capturing my face with his hands, he leant in and placed a lingering kiss on my lips.

“You are so amazingly perfect,” he said with a reverence I didn’t quite understand. But then again, I thought he was amazingly perfect too. Maybe that’s what it was. A love so perfect, it only made sense to us.

“I love you, Noah,” I whispered.

His gaze darkened. “Move in with me,” he said.

I smiled at the question that wasn’t a question. “It’s too soon.”

“According to who?”

“People,” I said, caught off guard. “Our parents.”

“The only people’s opinions that matter to me when it comes to this relationship, is ours. Our parents can give us advice based on their life experiences, but at the end of the day, it’s our choice to make, and our choice to live with.”

I smiled at him softly. I loved his passion.  “Okay, it’s too soon for
me
,” I said as kindly as I could.

He watched me for a while, his gaze assessing and thoughtful. While he sorted through his thoughts, I ran my hands over his chest,
knowing I’d never get tired of his body.

Tightening his hands on my hips, he inhaled slowly. “You know you’ll be here almost every night over the summer anyway,” he countered.

God I loved him. “Probably.”

He sighed, looking a little defeated, but then his eyes sparkled and he shrugged. “Okay, but every time you stay here, you have to bring something with you, and it’s not allowed to leave.”

I laughed. How could I possibly say no to that? Stretching up to kiss him, I slid my arms around his neck. “Deal.”

Noah growled and swept me in for another kiss, this time slow and deep.

This was going to be the best summer ever.

THE END

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Acknowledgements

I’m not one for rambling acknowledgements, so I’m going to make this nice and short and sweet.