This is dangerous territory. Letting myself feel for a guy like Noah could only get me hurt. I should back away slowly, but that magnetic field between us is holding me close.
Noah’s hand winds down my arm until he’s clutching my hand in his and I don’t miss the way Rivers’ eyes zone in on the touch. “Come on,” he murmurs before leading me off the dance floor.
I let him pull me away and follow as he winds through the throng of people and straight out the back door. He walks around the side of the house to where darkness shadows over us.
Nobody is around here and I feel like, for the first time since having lunch at my place, we’re truly alone.
The butterflies take flight in my stomach as his thumb runs over my knuckles, making me feel all levels of weak.
I’m in trouble here.
I can’t like Noah Cage, but not liking him is impossible. He’s simply incredible and not to see where this goes would be a crime.
With the darkness covering us, Noah comes to a stop and winds his arm back around my waist before pressing me up against the side of the house, pinning me there with his strong body.
My knees feel like jelly as we silently watch each other, wondering what’s going to come from this moment. My heart pounds and I can’t help my hand sliding up his body and taking possession of his wide chest only to feel his heart racing just as fast as mine.
What is this?
There’s enough light coming from the house that I can see those intense green eyes boring into mine. His free hand comes up and takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger before tilting it up. He watches my lips as though he might die without them.
I bite my lip as the anticipation gets the best of me. If he doesn’t kiss me soon, I think I might scream. I need it more than my next breath.
Noah’s thumb reaches up and frees my lip from the confines of my teeth before he leans in ever so slowly.
His fingers release my chin before they slide around the back of my neck, pulling me closer as his head continues to dip towards mine. I feel his breath on my face and I can’t help but close my eyes, preparing for a moment that is bound to change it all.
And then finally, his lips are pressing down on mine taking me home.
It’s a feeling I can’t describe. It’s like that moment in movies when the boy finally kisses the girl and the sky fills with fireworks. This is so much more than that.
My hand on his chest travels up around his neck and I find myself pulling him impossibly closer, desperately needing more as his lips move against mine.
His tongue brushes my lips and I welcome him in, moaning with the pure satisfaction of his kiss as his fingers squeeze my waist, making me feel more like a woman than any boy ever did.
How is it possible to feel so good? It’s like I’m floating. My soul is literally trying to pull free from my body and take me away.
Glorious. Awe-inspiring. Satisfyingly perfect. It’s pure pleasure in its finest form. I mean, this is just his kiss. I can’t even begin to imagine what else he can do.
I moan into him, giving him all of me in this moment.
All too soon, Noah pulls back ever so slightly, but leaves his forehead resting against mine. I want to cry out in devastation. How dare he break such a beautiful connection?
He breathes me in and I’m left with shaking legs, glad that he seems to still be holding me up, otherwise I’d be a gooey puddle of kissed mush on the ground.
Noah’s fingers squeeze the back of my neck and I look up into his green eyes that I‘ve never seen look so dark. “What is this?” he breathes, asking the question that I’ve been asking myself all week long.
I shake my head ever so slightly, still taking him in and coming to terms with the fact that I’ve just been kissed in a way that set my soul on fire. “I don’t know,” I whisper, feeling unbelievable comfort from the way his body is still pressed up against mine, keeping me cloaked from the world around us, “but I think I like it.”
His eyes light up and from the way he looks at me and touches me with such gentleness, it’s clear he feels this pull between us, just as strongly as I am.
“I’m going to kiss you again,” he warns, drawing me back in.
“I’d hate you if you didn’t,” I murmur just moments before his lips are back on mine, making those fireworks shoot straight back up into the sky.