Noah nips at my bottom lip before thrusting his leg between mine. I’m shameless as I grind down on him. I need relief and I’ll get it however he’ll give it to me.
His strong hand grips my chin, turning my focus to him. As if it would be anywhere else. Noah’s thumb traces my bottom lip as I watch his eyes track the movement. I dart my tongue out to lick his thumb, watching as his eyes grow hazy with lust.
I love that I can drive him as crazy as he drives me.
“Are you going to?—”
I don’t finish my sentence as Noah starts attacking my mouth with his. This kiss is hungry and needy. He wastes no time thrusting his tongue into my mouth.
Grabbing his jacket, I pull him closer. His cock is hard as I grind farther down onto his leg, feeling his length.
I can’t wait to feel that buried inside of me. I slide one hand lower, cupping his erection as his lips trail a path down my stubbled jaw to my ear.
My groan is loud as he steps back.
“Seriously?” I whine.
I don’t care if it makes me sound desperate.
I’m desperate for Noah and I’m okay if he knows it.
Noah nibbles on the throbbing pulse point in my neck. “We have all night. I want to take my time with you.”
“Well, I fucking need more.”
Noah pulls back, a sly grin on his face. I want to kiss it right off.
The fucker.
“Get on the bed.”
I steal one last kiss before following his instructions. As I’m unbuttoning my pants, a knock echoes around the quiet hotel room.
“Open up, assholes. We’ve got beer.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I mutter, throwing myself face-first onto the bed.
“I hate them,” Noah growls. “Do you think we can ignore it and pretend we’re not here?”
“Don’t even think about ignoring us!” Bode’s voice comes through the door. “We can’t go out, so we’re crashing your party.”
“If I go to jail for killing them, will you come for conjugal visits?” Noah asks.
I sit up, pulling my tie over my head. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?” Noah looks affronted. “Seriously?”
“You wouldn’t look good in orange. Besides, we still have to win a cup together.”
“Let it be known I hate this.” Noah points at me before adjusting himself. “And them. I really hate them.”
“Are you going to take it out on my ass later?”
If looks could kill…
“I hate you more now.”
I wink at him, adjusting my fast-deflating dick. “A little taste of your own medicine.”
