He nods but doesn’t say anything more. The look he’s giving me steals my breath. It’s intense and … I can’t read it, the …emotionin his eyes.
But the air is all of a sudden heavy and pulsing with electricity between us, and I can readthatjust fine.
It’s need, desire.
Lust.
I bite my lip and glance down at the floor, unable to hold his gaze. Needing to break the tension, I whisper, “Thank you for coming here with me. For … playing along.”
And boy did he ever. I’d chalked it up to his still being thrown from the moment we’d had when the baby kicked, but regardless of the reason he’s been the picture of a besotted and doting ‘husband,’ unable to keep his hands off his ‘wife.’
And yeah, I’m giddy with it. With all of it. The attention, the caresses, the lingering intimacy of our shared experience, the gorgeous house.
Noah takes a step towards me and I grip the edge of the counter tighter. He nods again, in response to my thanks, and rakes his heated gaze over my body. I watch with bated breath as his brown eyes darken, going almost black with want. He swallows thickly and his Adam’s apple bobs. Crap, that’s surprisingly sexy. It draws my attention to the long column of his throat, the strong cords of muscle in his neck. Muscles that I know continue down under his collar where smooth skin is pulled taut over the sinewy expanse of his chest and shoulders.
A shiver runs down my spine.
He takes another step towards me.
And then another.
Heat begins to pool low in my belly and wetness floods my core. I let out a little whimper and our eyes lock. Noah’s body is rigid where he stands now on the threshold of the bathroom, muscles tensed and hands balled into tight fists. He’s just as affected as I am … and he’s fighting it, practically vibrating with need.
So am I.
But fuck, he looks so hot, his classically handsome features sharp with the strain of resisting what we both so clearly want.
And so I make the decision for both of us.
I’m done fighting it.
I hold his gaze, and then … I lick my lips.
Beckoning.
Inviting.
His eyes dip to my mouth before returning to mine. I can feel his resolve weakening.
And then …
He breaks.
Noah closes the distance between us in one long stride, already reaching for me.
My heart stutters and my stomach flutters–and this time it’snotthe baby. I go willingly as he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me flush against him. My belly and breasts press against the hard planes of his body and I melt.
I melt!
My nipples are hard and puckered where they rub against Noah’s chest, my pulse thrumming in my ears and a flush rising on my too-hot skin. He slides a hand up, keeping the other tightly clenched on my waist, and brushes his thumb along my bottom lip. I dart my tongue out to lightly flick at the pad of his thumb and he growls low in his chest.
Then he’s fisting my hair, tilting my face just where he wants it before crushing his mouth to mine. The kiss is almost bruising in its intensity. There’s little finesse. It’s sloppy and desperate, andeverything.
Oh, God, it’s everything.
Noah’s tongue snakes out, seeking entrance, and I open for him moaning as it sweeps in. I reach up sinking my fingers into the soft hair at the nape of his neck and pulling him closer. He groans, skating his lips across my jaw. His breath ghosts against my neck and I whisper his name in a ragged breath. He sucks at the spot behind my ear that always makes me shiver. I can feel the hard press of his cock as his hips grind against me and I let out another moan. Noah responds with a throaty growl, his mouth urgently finding mine again as though he’s desperate to swallow my sounds. Our lips crash together hungrily and the way he licks into my mouth makes my knees go weak.
Bliss.
