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Chapter Fifty-Seven

Pinning me against the wall with his weight, Noah's hands began to explore my body as though it was the first time all over again. Running his hands greedily over my thighs, he pushed up the blue velvet pencil skirt that had - until a few seconds before - been teamed with a white vest, and slid down onto his knees to kiss the exposed skin of my legs.

The sight of him kneeling before me caused the throbbing deep within me to intensify. Bending my knees to join him, the wooden floor was cold on my back as he rolled on top of me, my skirt hitched around my waist and my breasts spilling out of the top of my bra.

Already shirtless, I ran my nails hard down the taut skin of his back, causing him to inhale sharply before he responded by biting my bottom lip firmly between his teeth. Moving my hands to his front, I started to unbuckle his belt, fumbling with it between my fingers as he pulled down the cup of my bra to expose one nipple to his hot mouth.

Struggling to push his jeans down, I quickly gave up and simply pulled his length from his boxers between the unbuttoned fly. Taking his hardness in my hand, I began to pump slowly up and down, pausing to lick my hand and make it wet the way he had taught me.

"Shit, Abi, this wasn't supposed to be happening. I didn't plan for this," he murmured between kisses.

"Me neither," I gasped, as he pushed my underwear to one side and began to lightly dip one finger against me.

"Still want me as much as before, then?" he smirked, as his fingers slipped easily between my legs.

"Even more," I responded through the shallow breaths that gripped my chest with each circle of his finger.

Something about this time was different. Maybe it was the way I seemed to be in control; I had initiated this, I was in the position of power. I knew all about his dirty secret and, quite frankly, I didn't care at that moment in time. I needed to feel him inside me - his fingers, tongue, his body - I wanted to be consumed by every part of him.

Shuffling my hips along the floor, I gripped his length and guided it between my legs.

Noah yanked his hips back sharply. "Wait," he breathed, "I didn't bring you here for this. We don't have to-"

"I'm aware of that," I smirked, cutting him off. "But I want to."

"Have you...?" he asked, his voice wavering a little.

"Have I what?" I mumbled, still placing kisses on his lips as he spoke.

"Have you been with anyone since we..."

Slightly shocked by his comment, I dropped my head back onto the floor and blinked up at him.

"No, Noah. No I've not. I'm sure you've been loving your new found 'fans', but I've not been with anyone else."

"Neither have I," he replied, a look of hurt flashing across his face.

"Really?" I said, surprised.

"I swear it. On my life."

Something in his eyes made me believe him. He was telling the truth. And, in the strange, almost telepathic connection we seemed to still share, I could almost hear his heart telling me he still loved me. I could feel it in the way he touched me, the way he looked into my soul with his hypnotising green eyes.

And I still loved him.

"Let's go upstairs," I whispered.

Holding my hand as we silently walked half-naked up the stairs, we made our way through the darkness to his room.

Laying me down onto the bed, Noah ran one hand softly through my hair.

"Are you sure you want to do this again?" he breathed, lightly rubbing his parted lips against mine.