The way he felt between my legs, his scent, how my body hummed to life with just the faintest caress of his hand. I ache to be touched, and just as my hand glides down my body to satisfy the need to go to him, to talk to him, to just be with him takes over, and I slide out of bed.
I make my way to the door, turning the handle and creeping into the dark hallway, and tiptoe to where Noah is staying. I go to lightly tap my knuckles against the hard wood, but I freeze and second guess my reckless decision.
What am I doing? No, this isn’t right, this isn’t fair to him. I can’t keep giving him mixed signals. We agreed to be friends. Just friends.
Go back to your room, Victoria.
I go to turn on my heel just as his bedroom opens, and his tall and wide frame fills the space.
“Noah?” I say on a gasp.
“What are you doing here, Tor?” he asks, but I’m rendered speechless and ignore his question and hurry back to my room with him hot on my heels.
“Tori.” He says my name firmly. “Why were you at my door?”
I want to tell him, but I’m terrified to admit it out loud.
“You need to go,” I say on a shaky breath.
He ignores my words, and closes the door behind him and my eyes fall to his body, and it’s then I notice, he’s only in a pair of black Calvin Klein boxer briefs.Holy mother of God. Every ab sparkles under the moonlight, turning that ache in my core into a painful need.
“Noah,” I say a little harsher, and he runs a hand through his dark hair.
“Why did you come to my room?” He asks again.
Come on, Tori, open your damn mouth and tell him how you feel.
But like always, my fear of commitment and letting myself truly love him wins.
“I need you,” he says without hesitation. “And I know you feel it too. Why are we denying ourselves what we clearly both want?”
‘Noah, you know why,” I say.
“Forget all that, just for a moment. Let yourself have what you want, Tor. Admit how you really feel.” He takes a step closer, and my heart thumps erratically.
“You better go before someone catches you,” I whisper as he closes the last bit of space between us. He lifts my chin to look up at him, a shadow from the moonlight casts across his face and his broad shoulders, and all I want to do is fold into him and surrender to this feeling.
“If you really want me to go, darlin’, I’ll go…” His fingers wander down to my waist, tugging me closer. My hands go to his bulging biceps as I press my chest to his. The thump of his heartbeats in time with mine, letting me know he does want this as much as me.
“Make the move, Tor. Show me what you want. Do you want me to stay, or go?”
I don’t have to think, I know what I want. So I let my actions say everything my words can’t. I reach up on my tiptoes and press my lips to his. We are both gone. Lost in the moment. Tongues, lip biting, and teeth clashing, we are all in. He places his hands under my ass cheeks and lifts me, and I tug on his hair, deepening the kiss. The backs of my thighs land on something hard and cold, and I break the kiss to see I’m on the dresser by the door.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” Noah says through ragged breaths, and then he’s back on me again; his tongue finding mine. I drag my nails down his back, and he wraps my legs around his waist. My hips move on their own, rubbing my center against his hard cock that strains against the fabric of his briefs.
He whimpers into my mouth, and the sound alone has me grinding down harder. His mouth finds my neck, and he sucks where my pulse beats for him. I fight the moan that works its way up my throat, and almost whine in protest when he moves away, but when he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and tugs them down, every muscle in my body tenses in anticipation.
He runs his tongue along his bottom lip, and his hooded eyes meet mine. My chest heaves as he parts my legs, and all my fears leave the room along with my moral compass, when this man drinks me in like I am the most desirable thing he’s ever seen.
“Tori, baby, look… at… you.” His soft moans have me biting down on my bottom lip as he sucks on his index and middle finger and then glides them through my pussy and pushes them inside me.
We both gasp together, and my eyes flutter shut as my body adjusts to the feeling of his touch.
“Oh, I’ve missed this.” He works his fingers a little quicker, and I widen my legs, giving him easy access to that sensitive spot, and when he hits it, I let out a cry, and reach out for something to hold onto, but hit a picture frame, which falls to the floor with a clatter.
“Shit, we need to be quiet. Harry might hear,” I whisper hiss.
Noah adds another finger, ignoring my words, and I clamp my hand over my mouth to hold in the whimper that creeps up my throat, but my stomach drops when a knock and the sound of my brother’s voice float through the door beside us.
