Desperate.
Needy.
Sinful.
Kissing Noah Fields might just be the best fucking thing I’ve ever done in my life. He knows how to kiss. How to make you come alive when his tongue touches yours.
It’s not long before the heat and sensation is rippling through me.
Ripping my mouth from his, I mutter, “So close.”
“Me too.”
Noah’s fingers dig into my shoulders as our attention turns to our cocks. His skilled hand twists just right and I’m shooting off like a fountain.
“Fuck!” I yell, throwing my head back on the couch. My movements falter, but when I feel Noah come himself, I look down, watching and seeing the evidence of his attraction to me. Of our attraction to each other.
Sweat clings to my skin as I come down from my high. As my muscles slowly release themselves of all the buildup and tension of coming with this man.
Pushing back, Noah cups my cheek in one hand and pulls my gaze to his.
“No regrets?”
“Not one.”
When it comes to this man? I don’t think I could regret anything.
Chapter Thirteen
GRAHAM
Bode
Did anyone find out what we’re doing tonight?
Jasper
Some painting thing the PR team organized. Coach Andrews told us at practice
Dax
Did you not listen?
Bode
Of course I was listening
Noah
Then what time does it start?
Bode
7:30?
Marcus
Starts at 7. Don’t be late
