She’s oddly eager to keep this thing going. Not that I’m complaining.
With the things I just said, I might as well push the boundaries even further. “Whisper something dirty into my ear.”
Noelle inches forward, her face so close to mine I can see even the faintest of her freckles. It would be so easy to kiss her right now, so goddamn easy to say fuck it and give in.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You know what you’d like even more?” her breath tickles my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “I’m not wearing a bra.”
FUCK. I hate it when she’s right. I do love that. Even if I knew the chances were high with a dress like that.
I bark a cough, trying to keep myself from getting hard again. I can hold my tongue forever, but my body is far too weak to hold out much longer.
“Dare again?” Noelle asks, and I nod. Might as well; at least it avoids any pesky questions I don’t have convincing answers to. “Alright, I dare you to…make a heart shape on my body using only your lips.”
“If you want to kiss me, Noelle, you can just ask.”Please? I’m not above begging.
She gives her head an unconvincing shake. “That’s not part of the dare.”
“Whatever you say,” I grin, and crawl toward her, gently pushing her onto her back. It’s a blessing and a curse, having her pinned down underneath me. Every cell in my traitorous body is begging for me to throw all caution to the wind and take her right here and now like some uncivilized caveman. I need to get this over with quickly, before things get out of hand.
Noelle holds my gaze. I shudder as her fingers find my chest, tentatively exploring my body, and I grab her wrist to stop thetouching before I lose the last brain cell I’ve got left. For lack of a better place, I put her hand on my neck.
Should not have done that.
In and out, Cole. Step on it.
I hold her gaze a moment longer before dipping my head down to her skin. She smells of pear and vanilla, but more interestingly her heart is beating just as wild as mine. Was I wrong in assuming this was a mistake? Does she actually want to give us a try?
No, that can’t be.
She’s just feeding off my energy, getting caught up in the moment. None of this means what I want it to mean.
Every kiss I press to her skin is careful and drawn out, savoring the brief glimpse of what it would be like to be hers. And when I close out the heart with a kiss between her breasts, drawing a labored breath from her lips, I can barely convince myself to pull away.
My face must be bright red, but I don’t even care. I want more of her, of whatever she will offer. I want to worship her body through the end of this storm and protect her from the night. I want to make her laugh and smile and wipe away her tears. I’ll take whatever blessed piece of her I can get.
Noelle’s cheeks develop their own fascinating shade of crimson, her eyes avoiding mine.Interesting. “Your turn.”
“Truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
I shouldn’t do this. Of all the stupid things I have done today, this takes the crown by far. But I might be too drunk on champagne to stop myself from saying, “I dare you to sit on my lap. Face forward.”
“Sit on your lap? That’s it? That’s your big dare?”
I shrug. “That’s it.”
I lean back against the coffee table, lifting my arms as if to saycome here. Noelle rises, putting one foot on either side of me before lowering herself down in my lap. The fabric of her dress falls in such a way that I can easily see a sliver of her underwear, a black lacy thing I didn’t even know she owned, and it only makes me harder.
“Happy now?” Noelle asks, but I shake my head. She’s not lowered onto me; in fact, she’s barely touching me at all. I rest my hands on her hips and gently pull her all the way down, nothing but a few scraps of fabric standing between my willing cock and her throbbing core.
“Oh.Oh.”
“As you can tell, I’mincrediblyhappy,” I smirk.
Noelle holds my gaze when she moves her hips ever so slightly, and I don’t hide the moan rising up in my throat. Fuck, she feels delicious.
“Truth or dare?” Noelle’s voice is soft and uncertain, but she makes no move to get off my lap.
