Right then, the record player starts playing and a thunderous sound booms from the speakers I’ve hooked up.
“Oh shit!” Noah bursts out, covering his ears. I quickly turn it down, and look at the baby monitor on top of the mantel. Seeing a few red dots, showing me Paislee was disturbed. I rest my finger over my lips to tell Noah to remain quiet, and thankfully after a few seconds, the red dots settle back down to green, until there’s none at all.
We’re good.
I let out a breathless sigh, and turn the music up to a reasonable amount.
“This is honestly amazing.” He gasps, flipping through the stack. Pulling out a few he knows, and flipping them around to see the back.
“You can keep them,” I insist.
Noah’s eyes widen, clearly taken back. “What? No. These are yours.”
“I want you to have them,” I say. His face is too beautiful. I want to give him everything.
He laughs, shaking his head. “Why don’t we share them? We can listen to them together.”
This makes me beam. I nod my head, liking that decision. I love music and getting to share it with him feels so fucking good.
“Have you ever heard of Audioslave?” I ask, taking out their album.
Noah shakes his head.
“I can show you my favorite song.” I findLike a Stonequickly and start bobbing my head along with the beat. “Prepare to fall in love with rock and roll.”
His eyes sparkle as he chuckles. “You need a good air instrument to rock out to this. It’s the only way.”
I oblige, strumming my fake bass along to the beat. This makes him laugh even harder.
“Come on, I can’t do this alone.” I stand up.
Without a thought, he hops up and surprises me by joining in at the chorus, but he’s on the imaginary drums, swinging his hair back and forth dramatically just like all the rockers would.
I can’t help but burst out laughing. This silly side of him intrigues me even more so than his nonchalant side. Realization hits me. I don’t think there’s been a side to him that I haven’t liked.
I cup the back of his neck, drawing him in until our foreheads press together. His frantic movements melt into mine, and we sway slowly to the beat, bodies aligning in a rhythm all our own. Our breaths mingle, warm and uneven, as our noses brush and his pulse hums against mine.
His hands trace up my arms, lingering, then drift back down, teasing the curve of my waist, while mine sink into the small of his back, pulling him impossibly closer.
This is so wildly different than all the times we’ve held each other close. This is slow. Intimate. My heart thrums out of my chest. My control is slipping, just as it always does around him.
His lips pass over mine, drifting over them so delicately. But we don’t lock lips. Instead, he tilts his head so I can kiss down his neck. Breathing him in, I suddenly understand why Vampires are a thing. I want to taste him.All of him.It scares me how much.
I open my mouth and do just that. Licking his soft skin, he tastes like the sun. I hold onto him tighter, bringing my hands up to his cheeks, making him look at me.
He’s breathless too. I can see the lust written all over his face. He wants this as badly as I do.
And fuck, do I want it bad.
“Tell me what you want,” he says, breath choppy and scattered. “I’ll do it.”
I swallow deeply. If he only fucking knew what I wanted. “Everything,” I answer, truthfully.
He nods his head. “I can do that.”
Needing no more encouragement, I connect my lips to him faster than I can blink.
Threading my fingers in his hair, I devour everything he’s willing to give me.
