His eyes darkened as our foreheads rested against each other’s. Noah’s hands touched me slowly, more like a gentle caress. It took me out of my comfort zone—I was used to fast movements and rushing to get all items of clothing on the floor.
Noah didn’t rush this. In fact, he seemed to relish taking his time. Widening his palm across my waist, letting each finger explore. His thumb slipped underneath my shirt, sending a line of goose bumps up my spine.
“You think I don’t want you?” His hands tightened on my waist and brought me closer to him. Instinctively and a little roughly. Like he wanted to pull me inside himself.
The hardness on my belly punched a moan out of the back of my throat. I leaned further into him, and his Adam’s apple bobbed with a swallow.
Slowly, as if he had all the time in the world, he adjusted his position to press a hot, open-mouthed kiss underneath my jaw. I wondered how such a small action could be felt all the way down to my toes. “Why do you think that?”
His hands moved down my body, lingering on my ass for half a second before he lifted me onto the counter. Beneath the hem of my shorts, the granite cooled my flaming hot skin down. I was pretty sure I was on fire. Or close to it. “Answer me, Macey.”
“Because you’re so confident in everything you do and everything you post,” I admitted. “But you hesitate with me.”
Noah’s mouth dragged down my neck, teeth scraping against my skin. He paused at the strap of my shirt. “Why do you think that is?”
I whimpered, unsure when this had turned into a question-and-answer session. “I don’t know.”
He tugged at the strap of my shirt with his teeth and I gasped when it hit my skin.
This close, I smelled the aftershave Noah used—herbal, witha hint of mint. When I looked down, he was staring back up at me. His green eyes, normally bright and clear, were entirely different shades now, pupils wide.
“Because you made me nervous,” he said. “At first, it was because of how confident you were in yourself and your choices. Then it was because I realized that not only was I incredibly attracted to you, but I also cared about you.” He pressed his forehead against mine again. “That’s not a combination I often feel.”
What we had went beyond surface-level attraction. Don’t get me wrong. I thought I could do my laundry on those washboard abs, but that wasn’t the sole reason I wanted him. It went beyond, to the soul of the man inside. Though at this moment, I was admittedly more focused on those abs.
And his lips. Soft, fluffy, kissable. Begging to be bitten.
As if he could read my thoughts, Noah was now the one kissing me.Finally.
Our lips opened and we completely ravaged each other’s mouths. It was instinct that had me spreading my legs, giving him space to make a home in between my thighs. He settled against me like he belonged there.
Noah was relentless in his actions, his hard body pressed against mine, desperately seeking anything I’d give him. My hands flew to his chest while his palms roamed down my sides. I hoped he couldn’t feel how fast my heart was racing.
There was no trace of the nerves he talked about now. Patience was gone, too. He shimmied my body forward, leaving me on the edge of the counter. Hands, both mine and his, shoved at my top, briskly pulling it over my head.
The same sense of urgency came over me as I pulled at his top. In a swift motion, he loosened the buttons that I missed, and it then joined my shirt and bra on the floor.
I feel the same, I wanted to tell him.It’s more than just attraction.I care. So damn much.I wanted to scream it to the world, post it on social media, write it on a public billboard. Explain it to anyone who would listen.
But despite that, I couldn’t find the best way to put it into words right now. I wrote words for a living, yet I couldn’t find one to describe this moment. Joy. Bliss. Excitement. Every word in the English language paled compared to what I was feeling.
So I tried to show him. My hands reached for his cheeks, slowing down the kiss into something more tender, more sensual. And I hoped he understood what I was trying to get across because he responded so well. Tugging my lower lip into his mouth, giving a gentle bite right in the center. Licking the tingling sensation away.
His lips traveled up my cheek, across my forehead, and back down again. He was either trying to taste every inch of me or mark his territory. I liked the thought of both way too much.
A shiver coursed through me when he kissed me again.
Wanting the rest of his clothing gone, I tugged at his pants. As soon as they were off, I arched my back, looking for the friction I had only gotten a taste of earlier. My shorts rolled off smooth as butter, and then Noah gave me what I wanted. His hardness pressing into me, shooting small sparks through my body, even with the barrier of our underwear.
I felt him hot and thick as he rocked against me, and my eyelids fluttered shut. He moved again, and based on the way my toes curled, I was pretty sure I could come from this alone.
“More,” I demanded.
I reached down to tug off his underwear, but he grabbed both of my wrists, pinning them behind my back with just one hand.
“Not until you come first,” he rasped into my mouth. “Can I touch you?”
“Yes.” I arched into him. “Everywhere.”
