Noelle let go of the sheets at her side and brought that hand to his head
She had a crazy grip on his hair that only tightened when he raised her shirt over her breasts and pulled one tightened nipple into his mouth.
Duval felt her move, felt her hitch one leg up and over his thigh before dragging it up to his waist.
Shit.
How had he forgotten?
Reaching out a hand he grabbed the condom wrapper and broke what had to be his land speed record for opening it and sliding it down his dick.
The edges of his vision darkened for a second as his hand stroked the length and breadth of it.
"Ahh, baby... I don't know if I can do this."
With her leg already hooked around him, he thought he had her pinned down.
Well, she surprised him.
Switching places, she rolled him on to his back, almost tangling them up at the same time.
He gathered what wits he had left and lined himself up under her.
Noelle didn't make him wait.
She sank down on him, taking him into her body in one slow, welcoming slide.
Before she'd reached the end of him, he was barely able to breathe.
"Daaamn." "Yes..."
He looked up at her and wondered if he'd ever seen such a beautiful sight.
Her eyes were darker than he remembered.
The hunger in them was mixed with something that made him feel like he was looking in some kind of mirror.
Then, in a moment he'd never forget, Noelle reached down, grasped the hem of her tank top and pulled it up and off, dropping it from her hand to the floor, somewhere off the side of the bed.
He pulled her down.
One hand on her back the other around her neck.
He pulled her down so he could taste those sweet brown sugar lips.
The moment she opened her lips to tangle their tongues together. He lost all semblance of control.
He made her his... and then some.
CHAPTER 13
DUVAL
Sometimes cases move like molasses in winter.
Sometimes they move like a damn avalanche.
Not that he'd experienced a avalanche before, but he had the feeling that he was getting to experience one now.