Page 78 of Let Me Show You

From behind, an arm wraps around my waist, and before I can scream, a hand covers my mouth.

“You look beautiful,” Noah whispers in my ear, then lowers his lips to my neck.

“You scared the shit out of me. I nearly junk-punched you.” I spin around and pull him close. “That was mean.”

He flashes a shit-eating grin. “I couldn’t help myself. You know how many times I’ve wanted to slam you up against my locker and kiss the fuck outta you?”

I arch my brows, licking my lips. “Should we do a little fantasy play?”

He groans, biting his lip. “Don’t tempt me, baby.”

Lowering my hand down his jeans, I feel his erection and rub it with my palm. “Looks like you’re already tempted.”

Noah’s head falls back with a groan. “You have any idea how much I’ve missed you? Every minute away from you feels like an eternity.”

My heart gallops in my chest as my body shivers. It’s hard not seeing him every day like before, but between work and taking care of Owen, there’s not a lot of free time.

He cups my face and presses his lips to mine.

“I’ve missed you too,” I tell him. “I can’t wait to get you alone tonight.”

“We’re alone right now.” He smirks, then glances around. “C’mon, there’s a room back here that’s private.”

Noah takes my hand, and I follow.

He leads me into a fitness room that only has a table and cabinets. Once we’re fully inside, Noah shuts the door, then locks it.

“What’re you up to?”

“Getting a few minutes with my girl.” He winks. “Have I ever told you I fuckin’ love when you wear those pencil skirts?”

Noah’s eyes trail down my body and back up before he locks them with mine.

Heat rushes to my cheeks at the way he’s admiring every inch of me, making my panties ready to combust.

“Mm…do you?” I taunt.

Noah grips my waist and pulls me to his chest. “Are you wet?”

His cock presses into my stomach.

I hum out in response. “God, yes.”

It feels so wrong sneaking around, but as Noah’s fingers trail down my arm, leaving goose bumps on my skin, I don’t care.

“You know how many times I dreamed of touching you? Kissing your skin. Feeling your hands on me. Fuck, you’d drive me wild without even realizing it,” he says in a deep drawl. “I was turned on every fuckin’ day and couldn’t do a damn thing about it.”

“Show me what you wanted to do,” I demand.

“Yeah?” The corner of his lips tilts up. “You sure?”

“Yes.”

Without missing a beat, Noah spins me around and pushes me into the table. “Spread your legs,” he growls in my ear. “These fuck-me heels have been in my fantasies since I returned.”

Looking over my shoulder, I grin and watch as his eyes go dark with anticipation. I don’t know how much longer we have until Gemma or Tyler come barreling in, so I widen my legs, giving him permission.

Noah kneels behind me, palming my thighs and pushing up my skirt until it’s over my ass. His fingers loop into my panties, and he swiftly drags them down to my ankles.