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slick and wet. But he kept on kissing her, trying to distract her from her squeamishness, because the thought of sinking his tongue in her mouth, covered with her juices, was just...ohmygod, and he was being selfish, yes, definitely very selfish, but she had not asked him to stop. Of course he would stop if she asked, and in fact he kept waiting for her to, but she never did.
    "Please," she murmured against his lips, grabbing blindly at his bare hips, clamping him against her with her knees. "God, oh god, please," she cried, and she balled up her fist and hit his arm in frustration.
    "Please what?" he asked in a low voice. She was so sexy, so wet and ready for him, and it was maddening, really, because under all the lust and heat and alcohol he felt such a rush of love, and tenderness. She was so... cute... all worked up and frustrated, like a kid who wants something, both passionately and innocently, and then all his selfishness went away, and he just wanted to please her.
    She knew what she wanted, of course, they both knew it, both wanted it, but for some reason she couldn't, wouldn't say it.
    "Emma, do you want me inside you? Do you want me to fuck you?" He panted hotly in her ear, and she nodded her head eagerly against his cheek. He grabbed her hand and wrapped it firmly around his cock, and she moved him quickly to her, against her wet lips, and guided him in. He sunk inside her slowly, inch by inch, until his teeth hurt from clenching them so tightly. When he was finally buried in her, he began to rock slowly, enveloping her, his chest never losing contact with hers, his hips rubbing against her rhythmically. And it felt good, and she felt good, and he never wanted to come. He just wanted to rock like this forever, with Emma in his arms, so he could give her pleasure, and receive from her in return.
    But soon he felt her stomach tense under his, and felt her knees inch up his sides, and heard her hold her breath in. He whispered "breathe" in her ear, and ground himself deep in her, rubbing against her, firm and steady, until she came. Oh shit she came so hard, and her cries made him whimper in answer to her release, because she was so beautiful when she came. It made him pump into her, desperately now, wincing with need, kissing her hungrily, greedy again, until he spilled into her, groaning so loudly that his voice broke in the quiet of the bedroom.
    He caught his breath, and flipped to his back, and cradled her against his chest, her head resting heavily on his shoulder, one leg slung lazily over his thighs. And suddenly he had a million things to tell her...how he loved her, needed her, how the thought of her leaving next month made him sick with dread...but she was gone, totally asleep, one of those deep sleeps after alcohol and sex where your body is heavy, rubbery, boneless. So he covered her gently with the bedspread they'd nearly kicked off the mattress, and gazed at her face, so dear to him now that he couldn't imagine not knowing it, not knowing her, not loving her. He hugged her close, and heard her hiccup. It was cute, it made him grin, and then he fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
     
     

Chapter Five
     
     
    Emma walked slowly from her car, squinting painfully against the morning sun as she stumbled over a dip in the parking lot. She was late (as usual), hungover, and thoroughly freaked out. If she wasn't giving an exam in her British Lit class, she would have called in sick. As it was, she was present in body only.
    Would Noah be waiting for her at her office door? What in the hell was she supposed to say to him? What in the hell had happened? She'd awakened at 1:00 am the night before, and he was gone. If it hadn't been for the smell of sex surrounding her, and the delicious soreness between her legs, she would have sworn it was all a dream. And what a dream. She had never, ever felt like that with another man. Was it the alcohol? Surely not--she'd had sex after a few drinks before, but never, ever