Noah’s thumb running over the pink scar that sits just above my cheekbone pulls me out of my head. His eyes linger on the scar and nothing kills him more than seeing it clear as day on my face while knowing he was the one who put it there.
He knows just as well as I do that it was an accident, but that will never change the fact that he’ll never forgive himself for hurting me. He’d do just about anything to take that day back and I’m right there with him, but it is what it is.
Just when I think he’s about to bring it up for the millionth time, I thank my lucky stars when he lets out a deep sigh and changes the unspoken topic. “What are you thinking about?”
I smile down at him and shake my head. “Nothing that you don’t already know,” I tell him.
That cocky signature grin of his crosses his lips, desperately making me want to bite them. “Let me guess,” he murmurs. “It has something to do with the fact that you’re crazy about me and that every time you look at me, you melt like butter. Sounds about right?”
I press my lips together and shake my head. “Actually, I was just thinking about that party with Spencer and how he touched me in all the right places. What do you think about a threesome with him?”
His face falls as his mouth pops open. He eyes darken as he watches me with strained curiosity. “You’re fucking kidding, right?” he questions, cautiously.
I wink and lean into him before pressing my lips to his as a chuckle creeps up my throat. “I guess you’ll never know.”
Noah smiles against my lips as his hands wind around my waist and pull me in tighter to his body. In the blink of an eye, I’m thrown across the couch and land with an ‘oft’ as Noah comes down on top of me, pinning me down with his large body. “Tell me, Spitfire,” Noah murmurs against my lips with his fingers gently trailing up my inner thigh. “Did he touch you the way that I do?” he questions. “Did he make you scream his name? Did you leave claw marks in his back the way you do to mine? Did he make you come over and over again until you couldn’t possibly take it anymore?”
Noah’s hand winds around my hair before he pulls my head towards the side, opening my neck up for his lips. He kisses me and a groan instantly pulls from deep within. My legs hook around his waist and he doesn’t miss the opportunity to press himself into me. “Answer me, Spitfire,” he murmurs against my neck. “Did he make you feel as good as I make you feel?”
“No,” I moan, tilting my head higher, hoping he doesn’t stop the sensual assault on my neck. “Nobody makes me feel the way you do. Nobody does what you do.”
I feel his smile against my neck. “Damn straight, baby.”
With that, Noah dives straight in and makes me feel like my soul is trying to escape my body. I don’t know how he does it, but there’s something about Noah Cage that gets me so damn hot.
His hands roam over my body, slipping under my tank and touching me just right. He presses down into me, only slightly relieving the ache I feel for him while my hands fumble for his shirt, desperately trying to pull it over his head, needing that beautiful inked skin of his on mine.
Noah pushes me to the point of no return and just when I think I’m about to climb aboard the orgasm train, he pulls away. “No,” I call out, reaching for the smirking idiot. “What are you doing?”
The next words out of his mouth are like getting a bucket of ice cold water tipped over my head. “That’ll teach you to suggest a threesome with a guy like that.”
Devastation flares through me but the way he stands to attention shows me that he’s just as turned on by my body as I am by his, which has the grin slipping back over my face. “Oh, I see,” I laugh, desperately wishing he’d come back to me. “So, you’re not totally opposed to a threesome, just as long as it’s not with Spencer.”
“Just as long as it’s not with another dude,” he confirms.
Liar. Noah Cage doesn’t share. Period. But then… I can’t possibly skip a chance to mess with that gorgeous mind of his, especially after he left me unsatisfied and desperately craving his body. “Really?” I breathe. “So… all I’d have to do is pick someone? Any preferences? Blonde? Brunette? Oh, how about a redhead? I heard they can get a bit feisty between the sheets.”
His eyes flash with uncertainty and it’s almost enough to have me bursting out with laughter, but he knows me well enough to know I’m screwing with him.