And the effect is immediate.
His hand leaves my neck and lands squarely on my butt.
SMACK!
It’s not hard enough to hurt.
But definitely hard enough to make me yelp—and make every nerve ending in my body spark to life.
“No more talk like that, Love,” he rumbles.
His voice is low and rough, and suddenly my entire body feels warm.
“You’re mine for the night, right?”
I nod automatically, breath catching.
“Well then,” he says, tightening his hold on me as he starts walking toward the house.
“That means you do what I say.”
His mouth brushes mine again, teasing.
“And I say… hold on.”
And, oh my God.
I wrap my arms around his neck.
Because if this is really happening?
I am absolutely not missing a second of it.
Chapter7
Noah
She’s here.
In my house.
Chiara bloody Giardino.
And if I don’t calm the hell down, I might come in my shorts like a complete wanker before we even make it past the doorway.
Not happening.
Not tonight.
Because this—her—this is something I’ve been building toward for months.Thinking about.Dreaming about.
I’m not rushing it.
Even if every nerve in my body is screaming otherwise.
I carry her through the house toward my bedroom, her arms looped around my neck and her thick thighs wrapped tight around my waist.
Every step sends a spark of heat straight through me.
