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his knees and entered her, he realized that she was already coming, her cries ringing in his ears as he pumped her savagely, uncontrollably. When he finally reached his climax it overwhelmed him, and he groaned long and low against her shoulder as he shook helplessly over her.
    It took a few seconds for Noah to hear her calling his name as she ran her hands under his shirt and up his sides, slick with sweat. Her fingertips traced his chest, following the trail of hair above his belly button, making him jerk his stomach muscles in tightly, his entire body over-sensitized. The sounds of their panting filled the apartment, and he felt a sense of dread at her silence.
    "Em, God, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" He looked at her warily. He'd been so rough—they'd never done anything like that before. He saw that her face was flushed, and her cheeks were red and irritated from his stubbled chin. She swallowed hard and shook her head, and they leaned against each other, overwhelmed with emotion, until his legs grew numb. He realized that he still held her, pinned against the wall, half-dressed, her skin dewy and warm.
    After dinner, and a lot of talking, and some more kissing, they made love again, in bed this time. This time it was slow and gentle and sweet, and they both fell immediately asleep, legs entwined, hands resting on each other's hips possessively.
    But by midnight Noah was awake, staring at her bare shoulder, golden tan, with a sprinkle of freckles. He touched it lightly with his fingertip. Man, I am a selfish bastard, he thought guiltily as his lips followed the trail of his finger down her shoulder and arm, landing at her wrist, which rested lightly on her stomach. He knew she was exhausted, but he couldn't help himself, he had to touch her, smell her, feel her skin against his lips.
    She stirred, waking slowly, as he continued to kiss her wrist, dragging his lips slowly across her velvety skin. She grabbed the curls on the back of his head, tugging them gently until he pulled his head up to hers. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm so sorry…I can't stop." His breath was warm on her cheek, and she cupped his face and kissed him softly, her lips cool and dry from sleep.
    "Don't stop," she said.
     
     

 
    Chapter Seven
     
    Emma heard the air-conditioner whirring in Dr. Coburn's office as the silence between them lingered. She cleared her throat and uncrossed, then re-crossed, her legs.
    "I don't…" She paused, looking out the window. She began again "I don't know what else to say."
    "Well, let's back up." Dr. Coburn took off her glasses and placed them on the table beside her. "You said that you're sleeping with your best friend, Noah, and that you think he might be in love with you." Emma nodded silently.
    "And…are you in love with him?"
    Emma squirmed slightly in her chair, her fingers tugging nervously at the hem of her skirt. "Umm, I'm not sure."
    "You aren't sure that you love him?"
    "No, no." Emma gave a sad smile. "I love him. Of course. More than anything. But I'm not sure that I'm in love with him."
    "So, help me out here. Are there religious differences? Money problems? Sexual dysfunctions?" Emma resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the doctor. They both knew such problems didn't exist. She shook her head slowly and looked down at her lap.
    "Well then, Emma, I'm curious. What's holding you back? Noah's divorce was finalized over a year ago. From what you've told me, I think he loves you very much. Why are you unsure?"
    Emma sighed dramatically. “Well, for one thing, I'm moving to London in a few weeks.”
    “Why?”
    “For graduate school—I know I've talked to you about this before,” Emma said impatiently. Why was Dr. Coburn being so confrontational? If she wanted to be nagged, she could get that from her mother for free.
    “Yes, you've told me that you're going, I just don't think you've ever explained why,” she said evenly.
    “Because...because it'll be good for me. I've always wanted to go.