Spinning I start to rush down the steps when a strong hand grips my bicep, turning me back around. A blazing inferno greets me as I’m forced to look up at Noah. He crowds me into the small stoop, protected only by his large body, and I freeze as the warmth of his bare chest invades through my thin shirt.
“If you’re here, it matters.” His voice is like fine whiskey, it slides down your throat with only a slight burn. Slowly lowering his head, our lips are a breath apart, “Tell me what you want, Ember.”
Speechless and maybe a little love drunk, I stutter over my words as they struggle to get past my lips. “I, well, you see, that kiss…” I pause and breathe in. Big mistake. I’m overtaken by his scent. All man. And something spicy.
“What about it?” he whispers into my neck.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it and I can never get you to talk to me when people are around, so I thought I would come over and find out.” I rush the words out and feel about ten years old again.
He pulls back to look at me, his eyebrows furrowing, and the lusty gaze gone. “What makes you think there was anything to it?” His cold question is like a bucket of water dumping on my head.
Licking my suddenly dry lips, I squeak, “Okay, good. That’s what I thought but wanted to clear the air.”
I feel like such a fool. Ducking under his arms, I rush down the steps and don’t stop until I’m behind the wheel of my car
. Starting the engine, I barely check for oncoming traffic as I pull out and zip down his block.
With one last glance at Noah, I see him standing on his front step, a glare in his eyes, and his fists balled at his sides.
“Stupid, Ember, just freaking stupid,” I berate myself. I can’t believe I got so worked up over a stupid kiss.
Noah
Scrubbing a hand down my face, I know I shouldn’t be here, I shouldn’t have followed her. I should walk the fuck away and never look back.
Ember Daniels is off limits for more reasons than she can even guess. Not only is she the baby sister of my partner and best friend, Kol, she’s also twelve years younger than me.
There should be huge warning signs up saying: No! Stay away!
But I’m fucking addicted. That kiss was a fucking accident. I hadn’t meant for it to happen. It was late at the precinct one night and she’d come looking for Kol. He was gone and the squad room was empty.
She had a shitty date with a guy who made her feel like crap and was just looking for someone to vent to. She got me.
I barely let her get three words out before my jealousy consumed me and I slammed my lips over hers. Devouring all her frustrations and replacing them with lust. All I think about now is that damn kiss.
Every waking moment all I see is the amazement in her gaze when we were interrupted and pulled apart. I can feel the way her heart beats in her chest. Pounding in unison against mine.
For six months Ember has been all I think about when I’m not consumed with a case. She’s a drug and I need more.
Except we can’t have more.
So why the fuck are you here, Brennan? Good damn question.
Slamming the door to my truck shut, I storm up her sidewalk and pound on her door. Too impatient for her to answer, I turn the knob and growl when I find it unlocked. Bursting through, I see her startle on the stairs as I enter and slam it closed behind me, engaging the lock.
“Noah, what are you doing here?” She doesn’t move as I kick off my shoes and drop my sweater on the ground.
“I asked you a fucking question Em and you didn’t answer me.” What the fuck am I doing? “I want one,” I demand from her as I prowl towards her and up the few stairs, pushing her into the wall. Standing taller than her short frame and trapping her between my body and the drywall.
“I…you’re confusing me Noah,” she whispers, but her eyes light up. She’s turned on by my dominance.
“Did you want it to be more?” I growl, feeling my cock harden as she squirms against me. She halts all movement when she feels it digging into her hip, her eyes widen with shock before slowly burning up with desire.
Gradually licking across her lips, she sucks the bottom one into her mouth and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to take it in mine. Show her how to do it right.
“Yes,” she finally breathes and that’s all the answer I need. I’m tired of denying myself, denying her is even harder.
“Good,” I groan. Turning her body, I grip her hips and guide her up the stairs while burying my face in her neck. Nipping and kissing along her flesh, tasting her is quickly becoming my new favorite thing.