“Are you done?”
“Done?”
His arms cage me in when he places his hands on either side of me, gripping the vanity. My eyelids flutter shut as he leans forward, his breath caressing the shell of my ear. “Denying this.”
Slowly and seductively, he drags his nose along my jawline. I inhale sharply at the contact but do nothing to stop him, and I’m deeply aware of every cell in my body lighting up like a million, tiny fireflies.
It might be the lust talking—or the acute lack of thoughts I can process with his pouty lips now peppering kisses at the base of my jaw—but just because this can never go anywhere shouldn’t mean that I need to deny myselfeverything.As soon as the thought forms, the pull between my mind and body lets up just enough.
I tilt my head slightly, exposing more of my neck to him. Almost as if he anticipated the movement, he responds by pressing an open mouth kiss over my beating pulse, causing heat to erupt across my neck and down my back. My knees buckle beneath me, and before I can process what I’m doing, I reach up and grab ahold of his shoulders.
A rumble sounds from the back of his throat and one of his hands latches onto my hip. The extra support steadies my wobbling legs, but only further escalates my heartbeat. His mouth continues kissing and lightly sucking my neck, while the thick pad of his thumb slips under my shirt and drags across my bare skin. My fingers dig deeper into his shoulders, and I bite down on my lip, suppressing a moan.
The warm air feels cool against my damp skin and my heart almost lurches out of my chest when he pulls back the tiniest bit. His intense eyes burn into mine with a silent question. He says nothing with his mouth, but everything with the darkness now brewing in his eyes. Once soft and bright, they are now inky and bold. I can’t look away. They remind me of a storm during the dead of summer. I can see it on the horizon, announcing something is coming, andtrying desperately to alert me. If I want to stop, now is the time.
Somewhere in the furthest part of my mind, I know better. Every logical part of me is screaming at me to slide out from under his body. It’s telling me to leave this room and never look back. But, my body. My body betrays me. Wanting him. Needing him.
One kiss. One kiss with Noah won’t change anything.
My lips part, and I answer him with the same intensity in my eyes. Ever so slightly, I dip my head, but I know he caught the silent confirmation based on the way his teeth dig into the middle of his bottom lip.
He drops his forehead to mine and I’m eager to meet his lips with my own, but not before I place a hand on his chest, momentarily stopping his descent.
“Just so you know, this won’t change anything between us.”
His hands snake up my body until he’s cupping my face between both of his palms, and his fingers splay down my neck.
So close.
I need to close the fracture of space between us, and it’s now that I realize what he’s doing.
He holds my head still, brushing his lips over mine, but not quite touching them. They’re so close that I can feel the hum of electricity dancing between us.
His tongue runs along his bottom lip, and licks mine for half a second too short. I can’t stand any more of this torture. The anticipation is killing me.
Just when I’m ready to drop to my knees and beg him to kiss me, he whispers against my lips in that deep, rumbling voice of his. “Liar.”
The thread snaps and his mouth finds mine, pressing firmly, but somehow gently at the same time. He parts my lips with his tongue and the sensation consumes me. It’soverwhelming and I become frantic. One of my hands clutches the back of his head, while the other fists the front of his black, cotton shirt. Both of my hands are clutching him to me, but it’s not enough. I press up on my toes, my body desperate to somehow be closer to him.
His scent engulfs me, wrapping me up in him.
No.
No, that’s his arm. His right arm has snaked around me, his palm hovering just above the curve of my ass. His fingers send crackling flames radiating across my back, over my hips, and down my legs.
I startle at the loss of his mouth on mine when he pulls back, his lips are fuller than before, and his heady eyes are dark. “I knew I liked this mouth of yours.”
Fuck.I shouldn’t like the things he says so much, and I sure as shit shouldn’t be enjoying the feeling of his arms around me or what his mouth is doing. I swallow, momentarily considering if his mouth would be just as skilled on other parts of my body. My face heats and I swat the thought away.
“Shut up.” I pull him back to me, reclaiming his lips on mine, and I want to roll my eyes when I feel him smile against my mouth.
I don’t know what I thought this happy, problem-free, alleged good-guy, hockey player would be like in the bedroom—or in a frat party bathroom—but it definitely wasn’t this.
Every touch on my body is magnified, alerting me when his hands move from my back down to my hips. The width of his thigh slides in between mine, and my breath catches at the new sensation pulsing between my legs. What was just an empty ache before is now filled with heavy pressure.
Noah swipes his tongue against mine, causing me to moan into him. He nips at my bottom lip while lifting me up onto the vanity. My mouth parts, but he quickly fills it with histongue again, spreading my legs further apart, nestling himself between them.
I never imagined I would be a bathroom hook-up kind of girl. I’m not much of a hook-up girl at all, really. I haven’t been touched like this by anyone other than myself in a while, and even when I do it, it doesn’t feel this good. That fact should be depressing, considering Noah’s hands are only kneading my hip and tangling in the back of my hair, but somehow everything he’s doing is right.
