Anyone that stumbles on the quaint coastal town of Shelter Bay might call it sleepy. They may even mistake it for a place where nothing much happens.
Perhaps that's because it's a tight-knit community full of happy families and local businesses go...
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Not even the unexpected cold shower could stop the firestorm we'd ignited. Every heave of Noah's chiseled pecs stoked a dangerous inferno we weren't capable of controlling.
Like the rain from above, our fire was cleansing. I could feel the scorched earth of my soul crumbling to cinder and melting away. The terrible memories that once held me, hostage, were lost in the spiraling flames.
Noah's addictive mouth was so close I could taste the raw desire on his breath. We hovered there as if we couldn't bear to sever the sizzling electrical current we shared for too long.
I was close enough to see past his hardline exterior and into the depths of his enthralling eyes, all the way down to the unfathomable pain he hid so well. Like the badge on his belt, Noah's tough exterior and gruff disposition were just a shield protecting his wounded heart.
"Let's go," his mouth covered mine in a throaty groan that made my sex throb.
He lifted me like I weighed nothing, enthusiastically manhandling my backside with just the right amount of naughty pressure. I ground my pelvis against his erection to explore the full length of his substantial shaft.
I'm pretty sure I heard his automatic locks engage as he walked us toward the garage, but I was too lost to the sounds he made to be sure.
The deeper he delved the more I wanted. Noah's tongued chased mine in a sensual game of cat and mouse, teasing broken sighs from deep within my shuddering chest.
We only paused for me to unlock the side entrance of the garage. With the door shut tight behind us, I pointed Noah in the direction of the stairs to my apartment.
Teeth glancing and tongues lashing, we kissed like horny teens sneaking off to their favorite spot.
His rain-soaked clothes clung to his body, betraying the solid muscles in his broad chest and sculpted stomach.
He was even more unbelievable in person. Better than any dream or saucy fantasy my poor sex-starved brain could conjure up.
Jesus, the man was bearded and built like a Grecian warrior!
I feverishly unlocked my front door for him to effortlessly carry me over that threshold too.
His unapologetic erection didn't mind the extra fifteen pounds I'd gained since moving to Shelter Bay, either. Even more surprising, he seemed grateful for the softness of my curves, grabbing whole handfuls with ravenous growls.
Thankfully it wasn't a pre-heated oven inside my place! Whatever happened with my heater earlier must have been my own mistake, but for some reason, my lights were still on. I must have forgotten to hit the switch in my rush out the door.
My fingers roamed and caressed the mouthwatering definition of his shredded form, pulling at the ropey bands of muscle like I couldn't get enough. As if I wanted more than his commanding body pressed up against me. Like I needed him inside of me too.
