“Yeah, I was,” he laughs. “Then I remembered that you’re not like all the girls I’ve been with. You’re cool. You don’t give a shit about stuff like that.”
“Nope,” I confirm, finally pulling the shirt over my head and covering the so-called ‘perfect’ boobs, though I don’t doubt this is the last time he’ll ever see them. I bet they’ll be plenty of times for them to come out and play. Hell, if I hadn’t known him for only a week, I might just let him play with them right now.
Shit. That was skanky. I take that back…no, actually, I don’t.
Noah Cage would be a beast between the sheets and given the chance, I’m sure I’ll take it with both hands, hold on tight, and be taken for the ride of my life. Besides, I’d be a fool to pass up on that.
As I’m busy daydreaming about what it would be like to get down and dirty with Noah Cage, a pair of sweatpants hits me in the face. “They’ll be way too big, but they’ll do,” he tells me.
I unravel the pants and hold them up to see they’d probably fit three of me in them and scrunch up my face. “Shouldn’t I just grab a pair of Tully’s?”
“No,” he scoffs. “Tully will lend you just about anything in her closet except her sweatpants. She’s fiercely protective of those bad boys.”
“Ok,” I laugh. “These big fuckers it is then.”
“Damn straight,” he says as his eyes roam over my body in his shirt, and I could be wrong here, but something tells me he likes the look of me in his clothes.
I finger the button of my soaking wet jeans and do my best to pull them down over my hips, but taking off wet skinny jeans is not exactly the easiest thing to do. Doing it while not losing my undies? Well, that’s just near impossible.
I get the jeans a little further down before dropping back onto his bed and giving it a really good try. Noah’s deep chuckle has me glancing up to watch him striding towards me like King Shit coming to rescue the damsel in distress. “Need a little help with that?” he questions as though this gives him all the joy in the world.
“I really want to say ‘no’ just to prove a point,” I tell him before letting out a frustrated sigh. “But yes. They’re really stuck.”
“Well, I might just help if you ask me nicely.”
“There’s no need to be an asshole about it,” I laugh. “Besides, not only did you get to kiss me, you got to ogle my boobs, and let’s be real, you and I both know you took a mental image to add to your spank bank.”
Noah raises his pointer finger and taps his temple. “It’s stored right in here. Nice and safe, next to Nicole Scherzinger in the Buttons video clip and Hallie Berry as Catwoman.”
“Oh, my God,” I groan. “Would you just help me get these damn things off?”
“My pleasure,” he says before gripping the fabric at my thighs and slowly peeling it down my legs, making me proud of my decision to shave them this morning. The jeans finally come off and Noah trails his finger up the inside of my leg, driving me wild with need as he straightens himself back up.
He steps back, giving me a moment to get myself under control and I start looking around, trying to remember where the hell I just put his stupid, oversized sweatpants while forgetting about one important thing.
“Damn. ‘Avengers’,” he says, noticing my knickers. “I would have taken you as a ‘Justice League’ girl.”
“Shut up and pass me the stupid sweatpants.”
He does as he’s told and not a moment later, his sweatpants are hanging dangerously low on my hips. I roll them over a few times before deciding they’re safe enough to walk around without flashing Tully and Rivers my ass, though I have a feeling neither of them would mind.
I walk out of Noah’s room with him following right on my heels and I stop in the bathroom to take a look at myself in the mirror. I roll up the bottoms of the sleeves which nearly come down to my elbows before tying a knot in the bottom of the shirt and deciding the look is actually quite cute. He should be warned though, he’ll probably never get either of these items back. Besides, I think I might sleep in this shirt tonight, it smells just like him.
“What happened to Tully and Rivers?” I ask as we walk out of the bathroom and into the empty living room.
Noah shrugs. “If I know them as well as I think I do, I’d say Rivers is showing off to my sister, trying to get her to fall at his feet while she’s pretending she’s not into it, but secretly loving his attention.”