“When I signed that lease, I was happier than I have ever been. I couldn’t wait to share the news with you,” Noah says, obviously fully aware of what caused my sudden change in mood tonight. “I walked around the apartment and thought of no one else. I actually saw us in every corner, in every space.” He laughs nervously. “I never let myself imagine things like that. But I did with you. Now I feel like that was stupid …”
Hearing him refer to himself and us as stupid, my head shoots up from his shoulder, and I quickly cut him off.
“You’re not stupid. Don’t say that. I just …” I trail off, collecting the thoughts I have been trying so hard to make sense of. Taking a deep breath, I pause. I pause for seconds that turn into minutes. Noah sits quietly, patiently waiting for me to continue. Soon, a lonely tear rolls down my cheek.
“Why are you crying? Darlin’, don’t cry,” Noah grabs hold of my hands tightly, sits taller and braces himself for what’s coming next.
“I never thought,” I cry, “that one day you might leave me. When we first met, you told me you were from another state. Well, I threw away every idea of seeing you ever again. And even though the thought of you tugged at my heart, and hope consumed me, I thought I knew deep down inside you would never be in my life again. Seeing you at my parent’s house, I was so excited and I just assumed you had to live here. I let myself fall for you, thinking you would always be around. Tonight, when I heard you were leaving, my heart broke in a way I never thought it could. In a way I never ever want to feel again.”
“But I’m not leaving,” Noah asserts sternly.
“I know that now, but the fear shook me so badly … I’ve never experienced anything like it. I can’t explain it. And in a weird way, it still hurts. I don’t want to keep you from anything in life. I don’t want to make you regret chances you never took because of me. I don’t know what you had planned before we met, but I don’t want to be a reason why it didn’t work out!”
“Eva,” Noah says sternly, “you would never be something I could ever regret.”
“You say that now, but what about later? I mean, it’s only been two months, Noah. Can you honestly tell me everything you thought you wanted can wait, or possibly never happen because you met me? If you had hopes and dreams back home …” I trail off, not knowing where to go from here.
Noah searches my eyes, and I try my best to keep up my guard. I try to look mad enough to make him take me seriously, but soft enough to hopefully see my heart. Above all, I want him to know that he has an out. If he’s going to take it, it has to be now, before I invest any more of my time.
“I made my choice,” he says confidently.
“But what if it’s the wrong choice,” I ask quietly, looking down at our hands laced together.
“I love you,” he whispers. Glancing back up quickly, Noah smiles. “Did you know that? If loving you is wrong, darlin’, I’ll take my chances.”
Startled, I wait for the burn. I wait for the sickness. But it doesn’t come.
“I love you, too,” I whisper back.
Pulling me close, he pauses briefly, before playfully saying, “And what if that’s the wrong choice?”
Smiling, I sass, “Then I’ll take my chances.”
Staring deep into my eyes, I wait for him to kiss me. But he doesn’t. After a moment, Noah pulls me to my feet. Grabbing my waist, he hoists me up in the air, and I jump, anticipating his move. Wrapping my legs around his middle, he holds me in his arms. My eyes fall to Noah’s lips. Slowly, he starts to walk toward my bedroom. My heart quickens. My body feels euphoric. The way Noah stares into my eyes tells me we’re done talking. Tonight, he’s taking what he wants, and not holding back.
Chapter Twenty
Noah
Entering Eva’s room, my heart beats to a wild, savage rhythm. Kicking her door closed, I take a few steps toward her bed and set her down lightly against the sheets. She nervously giggles, before propping herself up on her elbows.
“That’s it?” she teases. “I thought you were going to do more than just take me to bed?”
“Oh, Darlin’, I plan on taking you to bed,” I growl as my eyes scan over her sorry excuse for a dress. A dress that is now pulled up her thighs giving me a glimpse of what is underneath. My cock thickens thinking of all the ways I’m about to devour her. Tonight, I won’t be such the southern gentleman she’s come to know.
Unbuckling my pants, I growl, “Take off your dress.” Her eyes lock on mine, and a fire, a passion, builds as she rises to her knees and does what I say. She shimmies out of her little dress and her tits bounce free. Her panties pull to the side, exposing her wet pussy, and I let out a groan. She tosses the dress to the floor, leans back, spreads her legs and eagerly looks back up at me. Kicking off my shoes, I grab a condom from my pants before losing them on the floor. Grabbing the hem of my shirt, I hungrily pull it over my head. Eva’s hands roam up her stomach before reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra.
“Not yet,” I demand. She eyes me with challenge, but drops her hands to her sides. “Lay back on the bed.” She gives me a mischievous grin, before seductively falling back against the sheets. “Spread your legs,” I growl, as I push my boxers to the floor. Her eyes flash to my cock. I stroke it long and hard a few times and she licks her lips with anticipation.
Her thighs part. Her center glistens. “Fuck,” I grit out, “Good girl.”
It takes all my restraint not to fuck her right now. Building each other up over the last several months has been agonizing. I’ve dreamed of being right here with her spread out and ready for me so many times. But, as much as I need to be inside of her, I’m going to take her nice and slow.
“I need you to touch me,” she whimpers. Her fingertips roam to her center. “I need to feel you, Noah.”
Rolling on protection, I come two steps forward until my legs hit the side of the bed. She looks up at me with hungry eyes. My hands roam the inside of her thighs, but just before my fingers get to a warm, wet place they long to be buried in, I grab her waist and pull her towards me.
“Damn Noah,” she cries.
