“You think I’m attractive?”
She rolled her eyes. “Out of all that, that’s what you focus on?”
“Of course,” I said with a smirk.
“You know you are. Don’t sell yourself short. There is someone out there for you.”
I wasn’t sure if it was the wine or the company but a mix of both. Something inside of me took over, and I leaned forward, pressing my lips against hers. Warmth flooded my body as I kissed her. The same feeling I got when I first met her came back. This was right. And I wanted more.
Chapter Twelve
Jess
Noah’s warm mouth on mine surprised me enough that I froze in place. Tasting the sweet wine on his lips made my head spin. Or maybe it had been the two glasses I’d had over the short time since he’d arrived home. I reached up and placed my hands on his shoulders, bringing him closer to me. He opened his mouth, and his tongue rubbed against mine, tangling together in a sensual dance.
My wine glass toppled over and fell onto the carpeted floor. I jumped back away from him, reality slamming into me. The glass was empty and intact, but the action snapped me back to reality. Was my boss really kissing me? It surprised me that I wanted to kiss him more.
“Noah,” I said, reaching my fingers to my lips. His heat settled on my sensitive skin there.
“Jess,” he said, twining his fingers with mine. “You’re so amazing. I—” He shook his head and his eyebrows furrowed together as if he couldn’t find the words.
What could he have said though? There was an apparent attraction between us, stemming from the first day we met.
Instead of talking, I leaned forward, brushing my lips against his. He smiled and traced his fingertip across my forehead, brushing back my hair from my face. His touch left a trail of tingles across my skin.
Each time my mind told me to stop, I threw everything I had at the negative thoughts and melted back into the moment with Noah.
His first kiss was tentative, almost as if he’d done it by accident or instinct. But all signs of apprehension were gone now. His hands roamed my body, keeping to the more chaste zones while I yearned for his touch in other places.
And to show him that, I deepened the kiss and pressed against his chest. He broke the kiss and locked eyes with me as I lifted my leg and straddled his lap.
His erection pressed against me. I rubbed myself along it; each time I moved, his strangled moans filled my mouth. I smiled against his lips.
“Keep going,” he said.
With pleasure. Off my cue, he grabbed my butt and squeezed, guiding me where to rub against him.
My hands roamed his chest until I found the buttons of his shirt, popping each of them open as I moved lower. When his shirt fell open, I pressed my hands against his bare chest, feeling his rock hard pecs under my fingertips. Noah had the DILF thing going in all aspects of his life.
“We should go upstairs,” he said in a hoarse voice.
“Okay,” I said. Was I really doing this?
“If Gina wakes up…” he said.
“I get it,” I said. “Let’s go.”
He pulled me down to him to kiss me again, and I briefly wondered if he’d changed his mind about leaving. But the living room was a wide open space. I wasn’t sure how to explain any of this to Gina. I wasn’t sure how I would explain it to myself in the morning. Once again, I pushed those thoughts away.
Noah gently pushed me off him, and when I stepped onto the floor, the room tilted. The effects of the wine had disappeared; the dizzine
ss I felt was all about Noah.
He took my hand, and we raced off toward the stairs leading to the second floor. I was about to step onto the first step when Noah whirled me around and pressed me up against the wall. His lips crushed mine, and I held him against me. Within seconds, he released me.
“Sorry, I needed to taste you again,” he said.
I licked my lips, knowing how he felt.