Noah regains his footing, and his lips twist in a knowing smirk. Confident, cocky, arrogant—I don’t know which it is, and I don’t care. Not now, when we’re way past that. “And now, Sunshine?”
“I want you to pick me up, carry me to the couch, and fuck me all night long.”
I’ve never been so bold in my desire, so hungry for what I want. It feels naughty to use those words, say those things so plainly and demandingly, but I want Noah that much, and as he wraps his arms around me, lifting me into the air, I can see the same hunger in his eyes.
“Are we going to be . . . interrupted?” he asks, his hands cupping my ass as he carries me to the couch. “At least, Raffy-wise?”
“No . . . he’s on a visit,” I assure him. “Phone’s off, computer’s off. Nothing will interrupt us.”
Noah sets me down, letting me slowly slide down his body, and then he sits on the couch in front of me. He takes his phone out, pointedly turning it off and laying it on the table and then pulling his jacket off, tossing it to the chair in the corner.
He looks up at me, and I have never felt sexier—standing over him in barely-there lingerie as I see the effect I’m already having on him. He’s hard as a rock in his pants, and I need it.
“Fuck, I was an idiot back in the day,” Noah says softly, his fingertips dancing up the skin of my leg, drawing goosebumps in their wake. “I never knew.”
“And now you do,” I assure him, climbing into his lap. “Now, we both know.”
Feeling my weight on him, his fingers go tight on my thighs, spreading them wider so he can pull me against him. He grinds his thick ridge along my seam, drawing moans from us both.
As though that let some slight amount of pressure off, Noah goes tender again. “You . . . are beautiful,” he whispers, trailing a finger up my arm and making me shiver. He traces over my collarbone before following the strap of my bra down to my left breast, circling my stiffening nipple.
He leans forward, sucking me through the thin fabric, and I feel my core clench in time to his ministrations. He must feel the pulses too because he firmly pulls me down on his hardness again.
Our eyes meet, saying so much. About the past, this moment, and what the future may hold. Neither of us knows that for sure, and we certainly can’t control it. But what we can do is fully enjoy the present.
“Use me,” Noah demands, unbuttoning his shirt. “No shields, no fronts, no guard. Just you and me. Noah and Riley. I want you. So use me. Take me, however you want. I’m yours, Sunshine.”
My heart races, my core pulsing with want at his words.
He just gave me an offer I can’t refuse.
I can only oblige.
“Thank you,” I finally answer, pushing him back into the corner of the sofa and tugging to help get his shirt off, exposing his hard chest to me. “I need you, Noah.”
From the bulge I feel between his legs, he needs this too. Noah wraps his arms around me, his hands finding my hips and digging his fingers into the soft curves of my ass. It’s like lighting a fuse, and within seconds, I’m grinding against him, my arousal soaking into the soft fabric between us as our lips press together almost painfully. I can’t get enough of him. I need him more than air.
I need . . . more.
I must say it out loud because he responds.
“What . . . what about protection?” Noah grunts out between our kisses. I slide back and off his lap, my gaze filled with lust as I get on my knees to start pulling at his belt. I want to see him, touch him, and taste him.
“I’m clean, on birth control,” I tell him. “You?”
“Clean . . . no birth control,” Noah jokes, but he’s pushing his pants down so roughly that I’m afraid he’s going to pop a seam. Somehow, he manages, and what springs forth is . . . amazing.
I stare at his perfect cock. Unconsciously, my mouth waters, and my nipples ache in my bra. It’s exactly what I need, and I push him back, taking him in my hand. He’s so warm, steel wrapped in silken velvet, and I stroke him almost reverently as I look up into his face.
“We’re going to have to take it slow.”
“If you keep touching me, it’s going to be over fast,” he warns. “I’ve been waiting for this. For you.”
“We both have,” I agree, climbing up from between his legs. I drop my panties to the floor, stepping out of them, and then drop my bra before straddling him again.