Tears leaked from beneath her lashes at the beauty of it. And the smart bastard knew that she’d never forget this moment. Never forget their connection. She would come, exploding around him like a super nova, and she’d never be able to move on.

She squeezed him tight between her thighs. “Noah. Wait.”

He stopped, still as a statue even as his cock twitched inside her in protest. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head. “If we’re going to make this the most memorable experience in the history of sex, I want you to come inside me.”

“Anything you want,” Noah agreed.

“Without the condom.”

His body coiled tightly against her. “Are you sure?” His voice was gruff.

She’d never not used a condom. Never in her sixteen years of sex-having.

“I’m sure.” She was. She wanted there to be nothing between them this time.

Noah braced himself on one arm, gently pulling out of her. She heard the slick slide of the condom coming off. Felt him positioned at her entrance. Nothing but heat between them now.

“Really sure?” he asked again.

“Positive,” she breathed.

And with that affirmation, Noah drove into her in one exquisite thrust.

They cried out together, and Cat clung to him as he began to move in her. Different than before. So much more.

Noah groaned against her throat, and she knew he felt it too. That connection that perhaps she’d hidden from, ignored. There was no denying it, not like this.

He moved in her, slow, measured strokes that made her lose her mind. She flowed with him, letting him carry her closer and closer to the sun.

He whispered dark promises of love in her ear. Cat dug her nails into his shoulders when the first flutter of release awakened.

“Noah!”

“I’m here. I’m with you,” he promised.

She jumped, open-armed into the sun, letting it blaze within until she was sure they both would burn up. But he was there with her, his cock releasing his orgasm into her very core. Wave for wave, they met each other eagerly, desperately.

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

Cat paced back and forth in front of the cameras, ignoring the amused looks Sound Guy Eddie was shooting her.

“Chill, babe,” Drake said, pressing a bottle of water into her hand.

“I’m so fucking nervous. What if they don’t like it? And why the hell do we have to film this?” She sent an anxious glance over her shoulder to where Noah and a couple dozen Merriers were laughing and joking around the coffee and cookie table.

“They’re going to love it. It’s incredible,” Drake promised.

“And we have to film it because it’s gold, Cat,” Paige said, giving her a sympathetic smile. “If you wouldn’t have been so thoughtful and awesome, we could have brushed all this under the rug.”

“So helpful. Thanks,” Cat snapped back.