“Alright. Get a new canvas and start over, Graham. Go back to your own paintings.” Marcus doesn’t even have to look at us to get us into gear.
I guess that’s why we’ve named him captain for the last two years.
Noah’s eyes are sparkling from beside me.
Because I know what the rest of the night holds.
And I can’t fucking wait.
Chapter Fourteen
GRAHAM
Tension fills the elevator. Noah is so damn close to me that I’m going out of my mind with need. One brush of his elbow against mine and I might come.
Time slows as we pass each floor.
Why the hell are we on the second to top floor?
Out of the corner of my eye, Noah’s eyes are raking me up and down. Each slide of his eyes over me has my skin feeling too tight for my body. I want to be naked with Noah. To feel his eyes on me without clothes or the empty space of an elevator between us.
Fuck. The thought of it has me trying to rearrange the growing erection in my jeans.
When the elevator finally beeps, I’m bursting out into the hallway with a fervor that has Noah laughing behind me.
“Anxious?”
“Ready.”
This time, Noah presses a hand against my chest and pushes me back toward our front door. “Then get your ass inside.”
I spin to open the door as Noah crowds in behind me. My hands are nervous as I push the key inside the lock and shoulder it open.
The entire place is dark except for the lone light on above the oven. City lights blink in through the windows as Noah shuts the door behind us and pulls me in the direction of his room.
His large hand is warm, sending sparks shooting through me. Now that we’re in Noah’s room, nerves are starting to swarm.
I haven’t been in here since Noah moved in. It’s sparsely decorated—one nightstand next to a king bed with plain navy sheets and a gray comforter. Clothes are spewing out of the laundry basket. It shouldn’t have me laughing, but it does.
“Do you ever clean up?” I ask Noah as he stalks toward me.
He raises a brow at me. “That’s what you’re thinking about right now?”
Noah closes the bedroom door behind me and crowds me against it. On instinct, my hands fly to his waist and pull him to me. Noah’s hard cock lines up against mine. “Among other things.”
“What other things?” Noah drags his nose along my neck. Digging my fingertips into his side, I try to keep my thoughts from spiraling.
“How I want to see you naked.”
“Mm-hmm.” Noah nibbles on the hollow under my Adam’s apple. “Keep going.”
Holy fuck, does that ever feel good.
“I wouldn’t mind another blow job from you.”
Noah tugs my earlobe between his teeth before licking the sting away. “You like my mouth on you?”
“So fucking much.”
