Thump thump. Thump thump. Thump thump.
Noah looks like he’s wrestling with something. What, I don’t know. But his oak eyes are troubled, his breaths coming faster and faster by the second.
“What?” I ask. “You’re just what?”
He runs his tongue over his bottom lip. “I’m ...”
“Yes?”
Then he steps closer, and any distance between us is gone as he slips his hand behind my neck. His touch is warm, softer than I expected from him.
He stares at my lips.
“Noah ... what are you doing?” My words are a mere whisper. Barely even audible.
Slowly, he drags his eyes to mine and says, “I’m saying fuck it.”
Then Noah Stevens kisses me.
Chapter Eleven
Noah
She’s sweet.
It’s the only thing I’m thinking as our mouths move together as if they’ve met before instead of for the first time.
She tastes so fucking sweet, and not just because of the cider she was drinking in the bar. No, it’s her. It’s Odette.
Holy fuck, I’m kissing Odette.
Her lips are silky and pliable as I grab her waist, tugging her even closer. She melts against me, and I let her. Hell, I welcome it. She feels good. Too damn good. Like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
I slide my tongue over her lips, testing the waters, and she opens for me.
I waste no time slipping into her mouth, and she wastes no time rolling her tongue against mine. It’s like all the barriers we were hiding behind have been broken, and we can’t get enough of each other.
I can’t get enough ofher. Of how she smells like rain and that familiar floral perfume she always wears. How she tastes like apples and strawberries and something else so damn sweet I don’t think I’ll ever be able to name it.
How she feels pressed so tightly against me.
There’s no way she doesn’t notice how rock hard my cock is. No way she doesn’t know just what she’s doing to me.
Odette fists my shirt like she’s afraid I’ll disappear, and I slip my fingers under hers, desperate to touch her. I’m unsurprised that her skin is just as velvety as it always looks.
She shudders, her whole body vibrating in my arms at the simple touch.
I go higher and grin when she softly grunts as I press my thigh between her legs. She rocks her hips against me as our mouths continue to move together, so in sync that I can hardly believe it.
I’ve never kissed anyone like this before. I’ve neverfeltanything like this before. Not even with my ex, and Imarriedher, for fuck’s sake.
It was never like this. Never so good. It never made me feel like the earth was spinning, yet everything once askew was righted all at once.
I inch my touch upward, needing to feel more of her, and I relish the way goose bumps break out across her skin. How her fingers dig into me even harder. How she’s pressing even tighter against me until I can’t tell where either of us begins.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know I should stop this. This is Odette. A woman who is twelve years younger than me. A woman who is so off-limits, it’s not even funny. Someone who drives me absolutely wild.
Ishouldstop.
