I pull back to take a breath and without skipping a beat, his lips come down on the sensitive skin of my neck, making an intense desire shoot through me.
As if sensing my need, his knee pushes between my legs just as it had on the dance floor and I find instant relief at the pressure against my lady bits. Only that pressure brings on a need that can’t possibly be satisfied here against the side of the house, especially with clothes on.
“Noah,” I moan, missing the feel of his lips on mine, despite how sensual they feel on my neck. I bring my hands up and guide his face back to mine, and he’s more than happy to oblige my silent request.
When we finally break apart, panting for air to fill our lungs, he steps away from me as though it was the hardest thing he’s ever done. “Shit,” he grumbles. “If I keep touching you, I’m going to end up taking you right here against the wall.”
I grin as I watch his lust filled eyes roaming over my twisted dress. “I think I might just let you.”
He shakes his head with awe shining out of his eyes. “Where the hell did you come from?”
“You took the words right out of my mouth.”
He grins that cocky grin. “And if you’re lucky, I’ll put something straight back in there.”
“If I’m lucky?” I laugh, loving how he teases while also not coming across like a perve as so many other guys do. “More like if you’re lucky,” I grumble. “Besides, I don’t think you could handle me.”
Fire burns in his eyes. “Is that a challenge?”
“More like a dare.”
He steps into me once again. “You’re on, Spitfire.”
The second his hands touch me the desire comes back with a vengeance and I pull him back in. His lips crush down on mine and the smile on both our faces makes it hard, but nonetheless, we tough it out, making it work.
His hand grabs my thigh and I hitch it up over his hip, absolutely loving the way it gives him access to press himself more firmly against me. His hand slides down the back of my thigh and I groan as it reaches my ass, but what I love more is the way he holds it. He’s not just grabbing my ass, it’s like he’s claiming it.
“Henley?” My name is screamed out across the backyard by a familiar voice, making Noah groan into me. “Noah? Where the hell are y… Ewwwww,” Tully groans, spotting us against the side of the house, covered in shadows. “Really? Do you guys have to do that there?”
Noah doesn’t move his body off mine nor does he pull back, he simply turns his head to look at his sister. “Would you prefer we went home and did this on the couch that you lay on?”
Tully cringes as my face flames with embarrassment. “Yeah… you’re right. Carry on,” she tells us, spinning around and hurrying away as though what she just witnessed is now threatening to haunt her poor mind.
Noah turns back to me with a playful grin lighting up his mischievous face. “She’s going to have my balls for that later.”
“And so she should,” I laugh. “The poor girl was mortified.”
“It was worth it,” he chuckles, releasing my leg and giving me a chance to fix myself up, clearly letting me know the moment between us has passed. Though, it’s for the best. I was just about ready to throw myself at him for everyone to see. I can only imagine what something like that would do for my already incredible reputation. “A chance to mess with my sister is just too good to pass up.”
I roll my eyes and shake my head. “You’re an idiot.”
He shrugs his shoulders before taking my hand. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
With that, Noah leads me back around to the party where I find Tully waiting for me with another drink. “Here,” she says handing me the red cup as Noah grins at her like the Cheshire cat. “I figured you’d need this to wash down his foul taste and forget you just did that.”
I laugh as I take the cup and bring it up to my lips. The Vodka burns as it makes its way down my throat. I give her a big cheesy smile. “Actually,” I tell her. “Seems your brother knows exactly what he’s doing when it comes to pleasing a woman. I might just have to go back for seconds.”
Noah barks out a laugh as Tully’s face scrunches up in disgust. “Ugh,” she groans, pretending to gag. “You two were made for each other.”
I guess Noah was right, messing with Tully really is too good to pass up.
Chapter 9
I walk around my kitchen on Sunday afternoon daydreaming about… well, everything. But mainly Noah’s lips. I mean, they were intoxicating. Being in his arms was thrilling and I simply can’t wait to do it all over again.