Noah took his time sliding out of her, and Cat immediately felt bereft, empty. When he sank into her again, she could feel his body coiling against hers. The need that she was fighting was present in him too. Instinct was driving them in one direction and one direction only. Fulfillment.

He started a leisurely pace that had Cat writhing against him, needing more. This slow, sweet slide of his body against hers, the gentle stroke of his hands, were doing things to her heart. She felt warm, open, worshipped.

He was making this too serious, too intense.

Cat pressed herself up onto her hands and flipped her hair. She stared at him over her shoulder. She caught his eye and gave him a dirty grin. “Fuck me, Noah.”

The second those words were out of her mouth, Noah clamped his hands on her hips and drove into her like a man on a mission. Stroking in and out of her, his measured pace tripped and then stumbled into brutal speed. Mindless with it, Cat curved her spine to change the angle.

“God, yes,” she murmured.

His fingers dug in, bruising the soft flesh at her hips, but Cat didn’t care. She wanted more of those soft grunts that were spilling from him. Wanted the stab of his fingers. Wanted the feeling of being impaled as he bottomed out inside her.

Harder and harder he thrust into her, his hips pistoning against her. He held her in place with hard hands.

Her breasts swayed with the thrusts, nipples dragging across the soft sheets and sparking her arousal.

She was mumbling nonsense. Begging for what they both knew he’d deliver.

“I want to come, Noah.” She shouted the request.

He shoved her shoulders down so only her ass was in the air and then slid his hands down to tug at her nipples.

“Touch yourself, Cat. Come on me. Make me feel it.”

His fingers pulled on nipples in a concerted rhythm like twin mouths. Cat slid her hand between her legs where their bodies joined.

Nothing mattered. Not time, not call sheets, not even Christmas. Just this.

Cat was an expert on her body. She knew just what pressure was needed. She used her fingers to rub and stroke her way to the top.

“Noah,” she gasped.

“I feel you, baby. Let it go. Need to feel you—”

The first delicious squeeze of her orgasm cut him off. Noah gritted out a sound of pleasure as Cat closed around him.

“Fuck, baby. Yes.”

His fingers never stopped their pulls at her nipples, and Cat felt her body slide into heaven between the strokes of his cock inside her and the tugs at her breasts. She closed over him again and again, riding out a blissful, soul-shattering release that left her weak-kneed and shaking.

She heard him, the guttural grunt of the build to his own climax.

“Come on me,” she heard herself say.