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"Noah, you can talk to e is asleep And even if he’s not, he wouldn’t interfere in rand proponent of private lives"

"Good…old…George…" And she closed her eyes and let herself be stripped

Noah’s hands were sweet on her body; his kisses were both tender, then not so tender His touch was soft, then not so soft, causing her to rise off the bed to try to reach hi ragged and she kneas struggling to wait for her He filled his hands and then hison her until she felt she was going to fall over the edge again He parted her legs gently, and found her slick inner parts

When he took his clothes off, she found one of his many secrets--a tattoo of his own on his upper left chest A fish, of course Not that religious sy out of a river She ran her fingers over it; she loved it

He was a talker "I need you," he whispered "You’re beautiful, Ellie And soft and sweet I love the taste of your skin, I’hed out loud when she re to work for her, not with Noah around She hadn’t felt sobefore Trevor was born; life was too hard and she couldn’t even i it easier That had been until Noah kissed her, then touched her

"I can’t say no to you," she whispered "Noah, I didn’t think you’d do so like this"

"I didn’t think I would, either At least not yet"

She put her hands against his bare chest and held him back "Please," she said "If you do this, when you leave uilty and sorry Please"

He touched her lips with his finger "Ellie, I won’t be sorry Didn’t you hear me? I’m in love with you"

"No No, you’re not You’re in lust, that’s all…"

"That, too," he said

When he reached for his discarded pants and pulled a condo this?"

"I was fighting this, but I knew better than to be stupid The last thing we need right now is to be in trouble"

Her eyes drifted closed while he suited up And she said, "I think we’re already in trouble, but it’s too late Fill me"

Noah paused above her for just a second, because this was it, this was theback; this would bond the tihtly It wasn’t recreation, as it had been in his youth It was more than just a part of life to hi only to her; he would be hers for as long as she would have hirets He just hoped she wouldn’t be sorry

He pressed his lips against hers while he entered her slowly She inhaled sharply, rising against hian to as her to tremble in his arms And in a breath, he said her name twice "Ellie, Ellie…" He held her still and deep, and when she was beginning to relax, he puroan

He held hiht and he couldn’t even make hi her hair out of her face "I think you’re saving htened her arms around him "No Please," she whispered "Please don’t leaveto leave you," he said

"Stay inside er I don’t think I’ve ever felt that way before"

"Sweetheart," he answered, lowering his lips to her neck, her shoulder "You’re heaven"

"And here I thoughtin bed Are you sure you’re a minister?"

His ansas a mere chuckle and a little squeeze

"And how about the whole waiting-for-? I ht ministers especially never messed that up Isn’t that a real special rule?"

He put a finger under her chin and lifted it so he could look into her eyes "I’m just a man, Ellie I’ve had to learn to accept that and so will you"

"Do you feel like you failed?" she wanted to know

"This was not a mistake This was supposed to happen," he whispered "Ellie, I’ to let you down"