The Note Natalie Wrye (interesting books to read TXT) 📖

“I’m at forty-five at this point.” He murmurs for a second. “Ready to stop me?”

“No, I need more lessons, Mr. Quinn. Thank you.” I smile.

Unwrapping the sheet around me, Noah takes full advantage of my body, exposing my nakedness. Every kiss is a hot caress, every brush of his thumbs heaven.

I’ve lost count of his mind-warping kisses when his mouth sinks lower, flicking my belly button. My eyes close, a hungry moan leaving my mouth, just as Noah’s digit descends, one large finger looping around my soaking slit before slipping inside me.

I cry out immediately, the count in my head completely obliterated. I grab onto the sheets.

“Jesus, Noah…”

“You feel so good, Little Bear. I couldn’t resist.”

His Australian accent is stronger when he’s like this. Full of lust.

His words are thick with desire as he swirls his finger inside of me, pulsing slowly, and I come apart, my backside grinding into the sheets as Noah makes a complete fumbling, bumbling mess out of me, my words as shaky as my limbs.

I call out, squeezing my eyes shut as another of Noah’s fingers joins the fun. Pumping my wet pussy with two now, he curls the ends of each so delicately, so skillfully that it leaves me squirming on the bed, panting with need.

I reach for a pillow, pressing it to my face before Noah grabs onto the edge, ripping it right from my grasp, his navy stare steady on my face.

“Don’t hide your voice from me, Sophia. I want every fucking word. And I want you to give it to me.”

I whimper. “I don’t know if I can speak words right now. Not when you’re—You’re…” He pumps me, and I whine. “Fucking hell, Noah. I can’t…”

“You can, Bear. And you will. I want to hear you…” He adds a third finger, swirling until I hear myself scream. “Come for me, Sophia.”

And I do just that.

I come right onto Noah’s hand. The orgasm floods through my body, ripping my senses apart and through it all, Noah doesn’t stop, triggering another one.

Sparks shooting from every limb, I let the lightning that is Noah Quinn rock me from my core outwards as my body loses control. When the shudders stop, I lie there on the bed, boneless, my sighs finally slowing as Noah nears.

He places a tender kiss on my lips.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Little Bear. I’d dreamed of doing that to you for too long.”

I let go of a shaky breath. “Noah, that was so much better than any dream.”

He brushes his lips against my forehead, smelling of masculine pine and cedar, coffee and cream, and every fantasy in-between.

“I have to get dressed. I have Best Man duties. But you stay in bed.” He touches the tip of my nose. “I’ll send up breakfast.”

He heads for the bathroom, and I hear the shower shortly. Satiated and with delicious tingles running down my spine, I stay between the sheets, inhaling the scent that is Noah.

The man was a Sinatra song now—under my skin.

The second we slipped into that cab together on that first crazy night, we found something in each other that just…clicked. Something that fit.

In the span of one night, I found myself more uninhibited with this stranger than I had with any other man. And within the span of less than two weeks, I’ve already given vital parts of myself to him fully—and scarily freely.

Laying here in his family estate’s bed, I feel myself starting to believe in fairytales for the first time in a long time, knowing I’ve met my match.

The man whose passion and possession complemented my own.

There was no “faking” the fast and furious several hours that we’d spent in this expansive bed together.

And when he emerges from the bathroom, fully dressed in his usual dark slacks, he cements my new reality with a kiss to my swollen lips. He pulls back, fastening the first button below his collar before heading to the bedroom door.

Leaving the smell of his cologne and his heavy essence in his wake, he closes it behind him with a small smirk, sending my hormones raging again.

Sixty seconds after he’s gone, I head for the shower, the sound of Sinatra in my heart. Humming the tune to “I’ve Got You under My Skin,” I’m almost done soaping my body when I hear the bedroom door slam, catching my attention.

I can’t rinse off fast enough at the thought of Noah returning for round two, and with my hair still soaking wet, dripping over my shoulders, with ears still half-filled with suds, I wrap a nearby towel around breasts heading back to the bedroom.

But the person standing inside threshold isn’t Noah.

Not even close.

A beautiful blonde with a full bob stares at me from behind the collar of a damp trench coat, and I blink back the bubbles falling slowly from my still-wet forehead.

I swipe my hands over my face, clearing them away.

I stare. “Can I help you?”

The blonde gapes blankly, her shiny heels shifting. She drops a tiny bag I hadn’t noticed until now onto the floor.

Crossing her arms in front of her coat, she taps her elbows with a set of manicured hands, her gaze sweeping me from head to toe. She clears her throat.

“I’m sorry. I’m looking for Noah Quinn. I thought this was his room…”

“It is.” I nod, gripping my towel tighter. “But Noah’s not here. May I ask who’s looking for him?”

Her pink lips pull tight. “You can tell him his fiancée’s looking for him.” She cocks a blonde brow, walking forward.

“Nice to meet you.” Extending a hand, the polish of her perfect fingernails gleams under the low light, and suddenly I can’t breathe. I gape at her smooth fingers, and she smiles.

“My name is Ainsley. What’s yours?”

Chapter 23

NOAH

There’s nothing like the smell of a woman on your skin to make the minutes go by slowly.

The taste of Sophia’s kiss is still on my mind and on my tongue. Sitting in the en suite cottage’s grandiose