“You feel fucking amazing. Tell me you’re almost there.” He doesn’t wait for a response. My body says everything my mouth can’t with nothing but moans and groans passing my lips. One hand finds my clit while the other grips one of my ass cheeks. He pulls my ass up off the bed, taking advantage of the angle. His roughness adds to his appeal, showing me how eager he is, and fuck it feels good. His desperation is my gain.
“Yes!”
My body vibrates, my release closing in. I can tell by the strain in Noah’s face he follows right behind me.
“Noah…” I don’t recognize my own voice, the neediness foreign to my ears.
“Fuck yeah, babe, I’m there with you.”
Simple words push me over the edge. I explode around him, my moan echoing off the hotel walls. He fucks me like a man possessed, his body straining as he holds me in the position he needs while I lose myself in my climax.
Noah’s stunning smile is the last thing I see before my eyes close. His orgasm hits him, his cock twitching inside of me as he rides out his release. Frantic pumps become slower, lazier before his body shudders. He stays inside of me until his cock softens, not wanting to break our connection.
We groan together when he pulls out of me after a few minutes.
“You’re so damn perfect, inside and out.” Noah brushes loose hair out of my face, running a knuckle across my flushed cheeks.
I smile at him. “You’re not too bad yourself.”
He gives me a kiss before he takes care of the condom in the bathroom. When he comes back, he drags me back to the head of the bed. We lie there together. I bask in the afterglow of the best sex of my life.
“Fuck, Maya. That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
I smile into his chest. Likewise.
27
Maya
Someone knocks on the hotel door, pulling me away from my computer. I open the door to find Noah leaning against the frame. He glides past me and walks into the room, taking up a spot against the gray sectional while I take a seat.
“I want to take you out on a date.”
I check the time on my phone. “At ten in the morning?” Staying in the hotel room sounds like a fine idea, unless the date he plans involves brunch and mimosas. I can get behind that.
“Exactly why we better get going.” He pulls me off the couch and toward the bedroom to get ready.
I smack his hands away when he tries to help me take off my pajamas. “Hands off or else we’ll never make it.”
He chuckles to himself.
“Does this date involve breakfast food?” Please say yes.
“Nope. But afterwards we can get something to eat.” He won’t share information. Suspicious.
Noah’s eyes gleam. I should be concerned because that look usually leads to hours in the bedroom. Take my word for it because we’ve bounced around each other’s hotel rooms for the past week at all hours of the day.
But I go along with his plan because it’s nice of him to set up a date. Noah claims he’s changed. Who am I to rain on his parade?
I still can’t deny my apprehension about the whole thing. Not the sex part. That part is banging. Okay, I know that pun is bad. I blame all the Instagram captions I have to come up with because being punny is basically a full-time job.
But everything else between Noah and me still remains questionable. It’s brand-spanking new with us being in the relationship honeymoon stage. Ask me again once the going gets tough. Like when my lies to my brother about my whereabouts blow up in my face.
Positive energy flows right out of me the moment he pulls up to the location of our first real date. An odd choice for a one on one. I drag my body out of the car and take a step apart from him the moment we get within range of the video cameras in the Bandini pit. We still have to keep up appearances in front of my brother and everyone else that can spill our secret. Only Sophie can be trusted.
“Our date is at the racetrack?”
My eyes assess the crowd in front of us. Not sure why he wants to visit the location for the Malaysian Grand Prix. Should I be worried about future dates if he thinks this is a good spot for our official one as a new couple?
I’ll have to take charge of the next one.
Noah rubs his hands together. “Think of this as a trust exercise. You know how people do trust falls?”
“Uh. Sure?” I nod along. Uncertainty creeps up my spine when he smiles down at me.
“So, I don’t want to worry about how you might not trust me yet. I want to make sure you do. Because that’s the foundation of relationships.” He sounds confident about all of this.