Noah picks me up off the counter and I wrap my legs around his waist again, knowing he’ll never let me fall. He walks down to his room, turning off the living room light as he goes and lays me down on his bed. “You know I love it when you wear my shirts.”
“I know,” I tell him. “I can see it in your eyes.”
“What else do you see in my eyes, Spitfire?” he questions, looking down at me with a burning desire, but buried under that is something I’m not quite sure of. Something I’ve never seen before. Is that love? Does he love me?
I look up at him with confusion and all he does is smile before bringing his lips back down to mine. “You’re fucking beautiful, Henley.”
Noah’s lips move to my neck and I let out a satisfied moan before reaching for his shirt and tugging it over his head, desperately needing to feel his warm skin beneath my fingers. He pulls the shirt over my head, being careful not to jostle me too much before his lips trail down further, exploring my body.
He kisses me where I have bruises forming and his gentle fingers somehow make it feel better. My eyes close as the pure pleasure pulses through me. I need more. I need all of him.
I drag him back up to me and roll us, placing me on top before I reach around myself and unhook my bra. The straps slide down my arms as Noah’s hands on my waist begin creeping up. “Are you sure?” he murmurs with hooded eyes. “Once we start, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop. Not with you.”
“I’ve never been so sure,” I tell him with a racing heart.
“You’re hurt,” he reminds me with a pained gaze, telling me just how desperately he wants this, but first and foremost, he’s looking out for my well-being.
I place my hands down on his chest and lean forward to brush my lips over his. “If you don’t touch me soon, I’m going to have to do it myself. Either come to the party or don’t, but with or without you, I’m getting off tonight.”
“Fuck me,” he groans with a grin that has heat flooding me. “You’re going to be trouble.”
“And you wouldn’t have it any other way.”
With that, Noah pulls me down to him, once again rolling us back over so he hovers above me and before I know it, he’s sliding into me, making me feel things that I’ve never felt before, and showing me what it truly means to be touched by Noah Cage.
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I lay on Noah’s chest, running my fingers over the Lily tattoo, feeling completely spent after spending the last few hours fooling around with him. I mean, that was hands down, the best thing that has ever happened to me.
Noah Cage knows his way around the female body. He knows just where to touch me. Where to kiss me. Where to be gentle and where to be rough. It was like he was reading a freaking map.
When he finally pushed into me and gave me what I’ve been needing from him for so long, good lord, I think my soul left my body. I’ve never come like that before. Not by myself and certainly not with Jackson…actually, with Jackson, neither of us actually finished. But Noah… wow. I’ve hit the orgasm jackpot and my lady taco is one lucky girl.
It’s nearly sunrise and the thought of going to school in a few hours kills me, but to walk in there, holding Noah’s hands and to put that bitch in her place is too damn good to pass up.
But then…maybe I should stay right here.
“Why the hell haven’t we been doing that from the start?” I murmur into his chest.
“Because we’re fucking stupid.”
“Speak for yourself,” I tell him. “You’re the stupid one.”
“Don’t I know it,” he tells me, rolling us again so he can look down at me. “I swear, I’m going to make it up to you. Monica fucking played me and hurt you. I won’t let her get away with that.”
I slide my hands up his wide chest until they’re safe around his neck. “I know,” I tell him, having complete faith that he will come through for me. After all, he’s all about doing the right thing and clearly us together is more than the right thing.
He watches me for a silent second. “You know I’m fucking crazy about you, right?”
“Really?” I gasp. “I hadn’t figured that out.”
“You’re such a smart ass,” he laughs.
I smile up at him before a seriousness takes over me. “Are you ok?” I ask. “You know, about the ‘no baby’ thing?”
He shrugs his shoulders. “Honestly, I don’t know yet. I liked the idea of having a kid, but I’m too fucking young. It terrified me and I thought for sure I would have fucked it up. I’m kind of relieved, actually. Can you imagine me trying to change diapers and rock a baby to sleep?”