But I can’t give in. Not yet.
I’ve been planning our next date for days now—something special that’ll push her boundaries in all the right ways before I finally give in to what we both have been craving. If I cave now, all that anticipation, all that delicious tension we’ve been building, will be wasted.
I drag a hand down my face, willing my erection to subside.
“Goddammit,” I growl, throwing an arm over my eyes.
Sleep is impossible now. I can still taste her, feel the soft skin of her neck against my lips. Marking her had been instinctive, primal—a need to claim what’s mine.
Mine.
The thought slams into me. When did I start thinking of Noia as mine?
Goonie jumps onto the bed, settling himself on my chest with a disgruntled meow.
“Yeah, I know,” I mutter, stroking his fur. “I’m a glutton for punishment.”
Kneading my chest with his paws, he purrs in agreement.
“What am I supposed to do, huh?” I ask him quietly. “Just a couple of more days. That’s all I need to hold out.”
Goonie yawns at me, then closes his eyes, unimpressed with my current dilemma.
I let out a sigh and continue petting him. It calms me enough that after a few minutes, I’m able to fall asleep, dreaming of Noia’s soft blond hair and her full red lips wrapped around my cock.
The next morning,I wake to the sound of laughter drifting down the hall and the smell of coffee and something sweet.
Noia and Sasha are up.
I drag myself out of bed, pull on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, and head down the hall, bracing myself.
When I walk into the kitchen, Noia is at the stove stirring eggs. Wearing jean shorts and a tank top, her hair is piled on top of her head in a messy bun, exposing the curve of her neck.Seeing the dark purple mark I made only hours before makes my cock jerk.
Something primal and possessive stirs in my chest, but it’s immediately interrupted by the sound of Sasha’s chirpy voice. “Morning, sunshine.”
“Morning,” I grunt, making my way to the coffee pot.
I can feel Noia’s eyes on me, but I keep my eyes to myself. If I look at her, I might just haul her over my shoulder and take her back to bed.
“Sleep well?” she asks innocently, but there’s a challenge in her eyes.
“Like a baby,” I lie, taking a long sip. “You?”
I look up and see her cheeks flush pink as her hand automatically goes to her neck, fluttering over the mark I gave her.
Her voice comes out as a squeak. “Fine.” She clears her throat. “We’re making breakfast. French toast and eggs.”
“Sounds good.” I take a sip of my coffee and lean against the counter, ogling her ass as she moves around the kitchen. “What time are you heading out, Sasha?”
Sasha’s eyes dart between us, clearly sensing the tension. “After breakfast,” she says as she grabs plates from the cabinet. “I should start packing. My drive back is going to take longer with Sunday tourist traffic.”
“I’ll help you after we eat.” Noia scoops the eggs onto the plates before turning back to the stove to flip the French toast. “I was thinking of driving back with Sasha for a few days. Maybe do some shopping in the city.”
My mug freezes halfway to my lips. “What?”
She turns to face me, expression neutral. “Just for a couple of days. I need to pick up some things, and it would be nice to have a change of scenery. For inspiration.”
My jaw clenches and my hand tightens around the mug. She’s running. “I thought I was helping with your inspiration.”
