With one hand on my shoulder and the other on myhip, Noah thrusts into me with reckless abandon, prolonging my intense release before he stiffens. His cock pulses deep inside me, filling the condom. He groans, collapsing on top of me, peppering open mouth kisses to the crook of my neck.
“Fuck, I missed that,” he murmurs, licking my sweat-covered skin.
“Mm,” is the only response I can conjure in my blissed-out state.
His chuckle rumbles through me, making his softening cock twitch inside me. Another shiver of pleasure jolts through me. I can’t get enough of this man.
He slips out of me and disposes of the condom. Rolling onto my side, my eyes lock on his tight arse as he swaggers across the room. Fuck, his body is incredible.
He catches me eye-fucking him, and grins.
“You like what you see, Romeo?”
“You’re all right.” I bite down on my bottom lip to hide my smile. But he’s more than all right. Noah’s body is like a fucking sculpture—all hard lines and pure muscle shaped to perfection.
He barks out a laugh and runs a hand through his hair. “Just all right?”
“You fishing for a compliment, Bentley?”
Heat flares in his eyes, and he stalks back to the bed, leaning down to press his lips to mine. “You getting sassy with me, Kincaid?”
I hook my hand around his neck and deepen the kiss. “What are you going to do about it?”
He tugs my bottom lip between his teeth. “Let’s get you cleaned up and find out.”
He pulls me off the bed and drags me across the hall to his bathroom. The shower isn’t that big, especially when filled by two six-foot plus athletes, but I’m not complaining whenhe drops to his knees and sucks me into his talented mouth.
I lean back against the slick tiles and curl my fingers into his hair as he blows my mind and my body.
Of course, I have to repay the favour. We’re making up for lost time here.
When we’re finally clean and sated, we return to his room, and Noah locks the door again before stripping the sheets and putting fresh ones on while I slip on my boxers.
“Want to watch something?” he asks, pulling on a pair of grey sweatpants.
I don’t know what it is about dudes in grey sweatpants, but chicks in romance novels have it right—it’s fucking hot. My mouth salivates, wanting nothing more than to snuggle with him, but a quick check of the time tells me we’re pushing our luck. His housemates will be home soon.
As if sensing my hesitation, he grips my waist and starts peppering soft kisses over my naked chest. In a murmur so low I strain to hear him, he says, “I was thinking maybe you could stay the night since I won’t see you until Monday.”
My pulse skitters, and I stutter out a surprised, “W-what?”
He lifts his head to give me a devastatingly vulnerable smile. “Stay with me. I want to wake up in your arms.”
I think my brain short-circuits as I imagine waking up in his sheets, a tangle of warm limbs and the weight of his body pressed to mine. My mouth goes dry, and I have to swallow a couple of times before I can talk.
“Jasper and Dane?—”
“Sleep like the dead,” he finishes, kissing the underside of my jaw. “We’ll be gone before they wake up. Hannah’s picking me up at five.”
“What if?—”
“Shh,” he whispers, cupping my cheeks and pressing hislips to mine. “Your dad’s car is parked down the street. The bedroom door is locked. They won’t know you’re here. Stay?” he asks when I don’t make any further protests.
I run my tongue over my lips before answering. “If you’re sure?”
“I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t.” He kisses me again, his lips lingering on mine.
This feels like a monumental step in our relationship. Noah hasn’t slept the night at my house, I think out of respect to my parents, or maybe because it would elicit too many questions. We’d be screwed if anyone happened to drive past and see his bike there.
