Chapter 453

“Will we?” Noah leaned forward, pressing his hand into the tiles behind my head. His dark hair fell into his eyes, a husky look replacing his smoldering gaze.

I bit my lower lip and nodded. “I think it’s only fitting.” My hand closed around his member. “Our intimacy nights should be every night this time around.”

He let out a low growl, the vibration tickling my ear. He dipped his head to kiss my throat, but I twirled away, leaning against the cool tiles, just out of reach.

“Hannah, I swear to—”

“Of course,” I continued, trailing my foot up his leg, “I’d say we should buy a new bed at least, something new and fresh. But I don’t think the old one will last that long, anyway. We’ll break it within a week.”

My teasing seemed to ignite him. Noah growled again and stalked closer, his hand gently wrapping around my neck. I clasped my hands behind my back, tilting my head to meet his gaze, and smirked at the desperate look in his eyes.

“Think you’re full of it,” he murmured, his lips grazing my ear. “All talk.”

I clasped a hand over my chest, feigning hurt. “Noah! I’m wounded,” I cooed. “How can I prove myself to you?”

Noah’s eyes flashed, then flicked downward—to his manhood, now fully erect and throbbing between us, despite my not having touched him recently.

He didn’t need to say it for me to know what he was asking.

I grinned, slid to the shower floor, and tasted him.

It was well past our bedtime by the time we finished. After the shower, Noah carried me to the bedroom and laid me down, repaying the favor—three times over, actually—until I was practically begging him to let my body rest.

Only then, after he made me reach the edge one last time, did we get ready for sleep. I slipped into a pair of panties and nothing else, savoring the feel of his warm skin against mine beneath the sheets. Noah lay on his back, his arm propped behind his head as I rested on his chest. His other arm was wrapped around me, his fingers trailing absentmindedly up and down my shoulder.

“Thank you, Noah.”

He lifted his head slightly and smirked. “It was that good, huh?”

I shook my head and swatted at his chest. “I meant the pack merger. Thank you…for taking the initiative on that.” I swallowed hard and lay back down. “I might not have ever had the guts to do it myself.”

Noah was quiet for a moment before saying, “You don’t have to thank me. You were the one who helped me overcome Zoe’s manipulation. Doing this…it was the least I could do.”

My heart stuttered painfully at the mention of that ordeal; the very thought made me sick. But before I could say anything, Noah rolled us so that he was on top of me, brushing hair out of my face as he gazed into my eyes.

“I love you, Hannah. And I’m ready to head into this next chapter with you. Just you and me. No barriers, no one to stand in our way.”

My breath caught at his words, tears pricking my eyes. Gently, I took his hand and intertwined my fingers with his, my eyes never leaving his gaze.

“Just you and me,” I whispered. “Until—”

Suddenly, a lusty cry broke out through the house—our daughter reminding us of her presence at the most inopportune moment.

Noah shook his head and laughed, gently disentangling himself. “You, me, and Melody,” he said, climbing out of bed to check on her.

I watched him go, a smile on my face.

Just the three of us.

That sounded perfect to me.