"I know you feel it," Noah said, grabbing her hand that was between them, pressing it against his heart. "I know you feel it, Melanie, what's between us. You can't deny it. We have something."
"We have nothing," she whispered harshly, staring at her hand placed against his heart, more than likely, feeling the pounding of his heart before she ripped her hand away.
"You're confused, Noah," she said solemnly to herself before she said to him, "You're confused, and that's my fault. I should have never kissed you that night. And I apologize for that. What we have is a student-teacher relationship; nothing more, nothing less."
Noah shook his head, pressing his forehead against hers. She didn't get it. That kiss alone couldn't make him feel this way. That kiss alone wouldn't make him chase after someone in the way he was chasing after her. It was everything. It was everything Melanie was. It was everything she was to him— every moment they had shared both on a professional level, and friendship level.
"I've never been so certain that I want you," he whispered against her lips, and she gasped from his words. Noah took advantage of her parted lips and kissed her deeply. He begged for entrance, licking the seams of her lips until she obliged, parting them for him, and his tongue greedily dove in deeper, tangling with her own. Melanie beat her fists against his chest, with a thrum, until it dulled out, and she fisted his shirt, bringing him closer as she kissed him just as deep, with equal passion, if not more. Step by step, they let the wave of passion take over them until Melanie's back pressed against the wall, and Noah followed her, not wanting to untangle his tongue from hers, not wanting to lose this moment between them.
"Are you guys okay in there?" Damon called through the door as he knocked. Noah sighed, dropping his head against the wall when Melanie ripped her mouth from his.
"We're fine," Melanie called back and cleared her throat when she heard the hoarseness in it. "I just need to find… the right papers! We'll be out soon."
"Okay," Damon said. "I'll be back. I see the tow truck outside, and I might have parked my car in the wrong place. I'll be back."
They listened to the sound of Damon's boots walk against the wooden floor until they heard Melanie's front door open and close. Noah looked at Melanie intently.
"Noah, we can't—"
That was all he needed to hear before he kissed her again. He wouldn't give her time to think. Clearly, she had been thinking too much. He kissed her deeper and deeper, and Melanie kissed him back, her hands running through his hair. She gasped when she felt his hardness press against her. Noah was incredibly hard, harder than he had ever been before, and it was all from Melanie's sweet lips and the sounds he elicited from her. He loved to hear those sounds. They were driving him mad, so mad that her date was all but a distant memory to him. Noah picked Melanie up, wedging her between the wall and himself, his hardness directly against her center. God, he wished there was nothing between them.
Melanie ripped her lips from him, and she gave him a warning stare. "We're not doing anything while I'm on a date. Damon will be back."
"So, if you weren't on a date, we would be doing something," Noah asked, grinning, as he carried her over to her desk and gently placed her down. He trailed kisses from her lips down to her neck, where he sucked on her delicious brown skin. She moaned as she unconsciously wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing him closer. Noah couldn't help but grin, knowing that, right now, she was his. And then he started to move his hips against hers.
"Noah," Melanie breathed against his ear, before she licked the shell of it. Noah shuddered as they both ground their hips together. He wanted so much more, but if this was all he could get, he at least wanted it to be the best way possible.
Noah dropped his sweats low until he was only in his briefs before he pulled up Melanie's dress.
"Noah," Melanie whined, warningly as she glanced at the door that Noah didn't lock. He hadn't planned on doing any of these things, but he couldn't help himself either.
"I won't do it," Noah said as he grabbed her hips and brought her back to him again, but this time, with nothing but their thin layer of undergarments keeping them separate. Noah moved his hips, and his eyes lit up, seeing the pleasure cross Melanie's face. This would do for now.
He kissed her again as he grinded into her. Even through the cloth, Noah could feel her wetness seep through his own briefs as Melanie ground her own hips against his.
"Uh, fuck," Melanie moaned as she ripped her lips from him and held onto him as she moved faster. Noah hadn't done stuff like this since his middle school days, where the only way he could get remotely close to having sex with a girl was like this. Stuff like this didn't satisfy him anymore, but with Melanie, it was different. The sound of her moans, the way she moved her hips, grinding into his hardness shamelessly as she held onto him. It made him so hot feeling the pressure of her sweet sex and her wetness till the point that he shuddered, and spilled inside his briefs just as Melanie's thighs quivered against him.
They both breathed heavily, Melanie's unlocking her legs from around him. Noah pressed one last kiss against her neck, and she shivered from that alone.
"God," he whispered. "I want to fuck you so bad, Mel."
She looked at him, her brown eyes searching his own, and Noah wondered if she was contemplating that very idea; if she was having the same thoughts that he was. If she imagined going to the front door and locking it so Damon wouldn't be able to come back in, and then they would spend the rest of the night together on the bed as Noah pound into her, giving her something worthy of an A. But then those thoughts quickly disappeared when they heard the front door open.
Noah sighed, pulling back and giving Melanie space to get down. He pulled his joggers back up. Noah got one glimpse of Melanie's ass that he wanted so desperately to grab before she pulled her dress back down.
Noah grimaced at the uncomfortable feeling of his own seed being on him as he adjusted his pants. He would need to go to her bathroom before he left.
Melanie walked over to her printer and pulled out a few plain sheets before passing them to him. "You should go," she said, unable to look him in his eye.
He could leave now without a word, but that wouldn't work for him, especially since he knew that Damon was still here, waiting to take his place.
"I have an assignment for you, Melanie."
Melanie frowned as she finally looked at him before she crossed her arms together across her chest, protectively. "What?"
"Over the weekend, I want you to think about what our relationship could be."
"Nothing," she quickly said stubbornly, and Noah chuckled. He walked over to her, pressing a kiss on top of her head. There was just something about her that he really loved. He couldn't explain it, but everything about Melanie, even when she was stubborn, made him happy.
