But Noah wasn’t content to play a few songs to get his emotions out.
After the first hour, my stomach rumbled, reminding me that we hadn’t eaten since breakfast this morning.And Noah’s fridge was still empty.
Pulling out my phone, I dipped into my savings as I ordered us both a huge lunch from a place nearby that I’d wanted to try way back when but had always been too cheap to pay for.I’d been around Noah long enough to guess at what he would’ve ordered.The app estimated delivery in thirty-four minutes, so I ventured downstairs to tell him.
He’d moved on from nostalgic classics to something I thought sounded original.I didn’t recognize it anyhow.
Since I’d selected to have the delivery left on the front step, I settled onto a chair just inside the doorway and watched the show.
He’d taken his shirt off at some point, and his muscles moved fluidly, a sheen of sweat glistening on his arms and chest.If anything, it just highlighted how gorgeous this man was.His tattoos stood out starkly on his pale skin—black ink curving around his arms and his rocker letters arching over his abs.
My mouth watered at the sight.
I would’ve done something about it but for the tears glimmering in his eyes.
Noah was hurting.
And I didn’t know how to help him.
So I just sat there and listened to him play.
After a few minutes and once he started repeating the same cadence, I couldn’t help myself.I walked over to the keyboard he had shoved up against the wall in the corner of the room.I powered it on, and as his sound vibrated around us, I joined in.
Noah didn’t even pause.His drums thundered through the room as I found a melody to match him.We played together, mixing his angry beats with my lilting notes.After a few minutes, I looked up and Noah stared at me with this intense look that had my hands freezing on the keyboard.He kept playing, still staring at me like he wanted to devour me alive.
With a shuddery breath, I lifted my hands and started playing again, looking into Noah’s eyes the whole time.
Desire pooled inside me.
It’d been hot enough when it was just me watching Noah play—he was so gorgeous, after all.But playing with him while he stared at me like that… I swayed as it suddenly made me lightheaded.
Noah’s hands stopped abruptly, and he bounded out from behind his drums.He stalked over to me and pulled me into his arms.
I wrapped my arms around his sweaty neck and held on.
He lifted me and carried me to a room nearby.I couldn’t even tell you what color the walls were.I never once looked away from his soulful brown eyes.
Noah lay me down on a bed of some kind and climbed on with me.
And then he was kissing me.
His hand cupped my cheek as his lips moved over mine with an urgency I’d never felt from him before.
I groaned deep in my throat and kissed him back.Burrowing a hand in his sweaty hair, I tugged him closer.His answering groan had me clenching my thighs together as I felt it deep inside me.Then Noah slithered down my body, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them off.In a second, my panties followed.
His hand nudged between my thighs, and the answering hiss he gave when he found me wet and aching had me grinning.
“I feel like a fucking groupie,” I groaned as I arched into his hand.
“What’s that now?”Noah’s clever fingers continued to tease me as he bent down to flick his tongue against my shirt-clad tits.
Fuck that.I sat up slightly, which drove his fingers deeper into me, and I whimpered.With quick movements, I ripped my shirt off and tossed it somewhere in the corner.I leaned over and gave him a quick kiss.“Watching you play?Seeing you all shirtless and sweaty and so damn intent on your playing got me so fucking hot.”
“Oh yeah?”Noah gave this smug little smirk that made me clench around his teasing fingers.“Wanna play rock star and groupie?”
I groaned as his thumb nudged my aching clit.“Maybe next time.I just need to feel you inside me.”
“Not ‘til you come.You know the rules, Rosebud.”
