21
My chest throbbed with a sweet ache at Noah's words. Trust. It was such an important thing to have in a relationship. I knew how hard it was for him to say those words.
I brought my lips to his in a gentle kiss.
"Noah, I'm so sorry. I hate that you had to grow up like that. That you and your sister were betrayed like that."
"I'd say I'm over it, but I guess it's clear I'm not." He shrugged. "You were right when you said I had issues."
I gnawed on my lip. "How much do you trust me?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Will you trust me when I say you need to put more feelings into your song?"
"Are we back to this again?"
"You don't have to be afraid to show the world who you really are. That song you were playing before is really good, Noah. You should use it."
"I don't want to. I wrote it for Lily. I don't want to use it for the album."
I thought hard. "Okay. Then we'll scrap the song we were working on and start from scratch. We're going to forget about all that marketability stuff and go with our hearts."
His eyebrows drew down.
"Just hear me out," I rushed to say. "The other guys in the band are going to have songs that sound like them. We want this song to sound like you. We've been talking about making it unique. Authentic. This is the most real I've ever seen you. This is the Noah Hart I think fans should see."
He shifted on the sofa, looking uncomfortable. "I don't know if I can do that."
"That's why I'm here. To help you."
"You have been helping."
He ran his hand up my thigh, fingertips sneaking under the hem of my skirt. A wave of arousal sang through me.
"That's not the kind of help I meant," I told him, though I couldn't help smiling.
"Are you sure?" he murmured, leaning forward until our lips were almost touching. "Because you've been very… very… helpful." He kissed me to punctuate each word.
His soft lips teased me. My pulse sped up, beating hard at the base of my neck. Warmth took hold inside of me.
I could never say no to Noah.
Our lips pressed together for long moments, then parted for breath, before meshing again. I opened my mouth, letting his tongue curl over mine.
His grip around my waist tightened, pulling me onto his lap. My legs spread over his thighs until I was straddling him on the sofa, hiking my dress up. I moaned as I felt his rising hardness against the thin cotton of my panties. I clutched at his shoulders so I could press myself closer to him. He groaned softly, fingers digging into my hips. He deepened the kiss, attacking my mouth with his tongue. I allowed myself get swept away by the urgency of his touches.
His hands slid up my sides and around to my front, cupping my breasts through the fabric of my dress and bra.
"This needs to go." He tugged at the collar.
I quickly grabbed the hem and threw my dress over my head, tossing it to the floor. His shirt followed mine, revealing smooth tattooed skin over iron hard muscle. I ran my hands over his chest, basking in the feeling of silk-over-steel.
With deft fingers, Noah unsnapped my bra and immediately sucked my left nipple into his mouth. I gasped at the sudden wet heat. He played with the right nipple using a thumb and forefinger, plucking and pinching lightly. I rocked against him as the sensations went straight to my throbbing core.
"You've got the sweetest tits," he murmured against my skin. He switched sides, sucking on my right nipple and playing with the left.
Back and forth he went, until I was a squirming, writhing mess. My panties were getting wet. I was aching inside, clenching around nothing, needing to be filled.
