Page 85 of The King Contract
“Why weren’t you?” I whisper.
Noah’s hands continue to gently soothe. Running up and down my back, squeezing at the nape of my neck and through my curls. “I’m not always great at communicating my feelings.”
“Me either.”
Noah leans back and I crane my neck to look up at him. The warmth from his body makes it feel like the air-conditioning broke. “Mack keeps talking about how communication is really helpful.”
I grin. “I think he might be onto something there.”
Noah fights a smile. “I’m sorry if I upset you.”
“If you regret we crossed a line, it’s okay,” I force out. “I don’t want you to?—”
“I don’t regret anything,” he cuts in, his hand pushing my curls off my neck. My surprise must be evident on my face because he chuckles. “I don’t regretanythingwe’ve done. Myonly regret is making it weird, and I made it weird because I got in my head about what we’re doing, instead of talking to you about it.”
A smile creeps over my face. “Keep going. I’m enjoying your communication skills.”
Noah’s hand combs through my hair again, resting at the side of my neck. “Last week in that tent was one of the hottest, sexiest, most insatiable things I’ve ever experienced.” He captures my gaze with an unmistakable heat that freezes me to the spot. “Having you laid out before me, tasting you, hearing you scream . . . I’ve never been so turned on in my life.”
The blood rushing into my ears deafens me. Heat floods between my legs and a tiny gasp escapes my lips when he presses his hips into me, his emerald gaze hooded. “I was confused about how I felt, so I shut down, rather than speak to you about it. How’s that for communicating?”
“Good,” I squeak.
“Your turn.” His voice is gravel.
My chest heaves with anticipation. “I haven’t stopped thinking about it. The kiss at the rock pools and what happened in the tent. How hard . . .”
Noah’s eyes narrow. “Finish that sentence.”
The words teetering on the tip of my tongue will shatter the invisible barrier between us. The one that’s always there, bending and twisting and morphing as we tip-toe the line of friends, to friends who fool around. It could ramp up the awkwardness, or it’ll be a release, a weight off my shoulders.
I take a deep breath in, willing confidence to set my shoulders back. “How hard I came with you between my legs.”
“Fuckkk.” Noah groans, tilting his head back to the ceiling.
I want to run my tongue up his neck.
Noah looks back at me and skates a hand over my hip. My fingers tremble as they find his stomach, scattered with a few droplets of water. “What are we doing, Noah?”
His pupils dilate. “I don’t know, but I want to keep doing it.”
In one swift movement, Noah shoves me against the wall at my back and claims my mouth with his. I languish in the mild pain of the slam and the heated, unleashed slide of his tongue in my mouth.
Molten lava pumps through my veins, butterflies batter against my ribcage. Every time his tongue swirls into my mouth, my stomach somersaults with need, my hands thread through his hair. As he pulls me closer, I feel his hardness growing between us, and I let out an involuntary gasp, breaking the kiss.
“If we keep going, I’ll end up fucking you with my entire family outside,” he rasps.
Flooded with lust, I lean forward and run my tongue over his bottom lip. “I guess we’d better stop.”
My voice sounds other-worldly, like a woman possessed. Which I am. I am possessed by Noah’s mouth and hands and body. I couldn’t care less who’s outside.
Noah’s chest heaves as he studies me, crowding my space. His finger traces my lips and dips inside my mouth, and instinctively, I open and close my mouth around his finger, slowly sucking backwards until it’s released.
His eyes widen with surprise. “Holy fuck, Maelstrom.”
I open my mouth to retort, but he swallows my response, his hands caging my face as he ravages my mouth again. My fingers dig into his sides, my hips thrusting into him, desperate for more contact, the pleasure already building between my thighs.
A sharp rap at the door has us freezing and Noah pulls back, breathing heavily. “What?!”
