“Get to the getting drunk with your ex shit.”
“He’s not my ex,” I clarify.
“You know what I fucking mean.”
“I like it when you get jealous,” I grin. “It’s kind of sexy.”
“Nothing about me is just ‘kind of sexy’. It’s all or nothing,” he clarifies. “Now, get the fuck on with it.”
I can’t help but raise my head to kiss him once again. “After the game, we stayed to say ‘hi’, you know, being polite and all that. I mentioned the scholarship and he thought that giving us a tour of the campus would help convince me to apply.”
“Did it?” he questions.
My cheeks puff up so damn much that my eyes end up squinting into tiny little slits. “Yeah,” I tell him. “That school is fucking awesome. It reeks of money, but I felt important being there like I was meant for more than just Haven Falls. I feel like I have a purpose now.”
His eyes soften and it’s almost as though he forgets about Jackson for just a moment, the shortest, tiniest, little moment. “Do you have any idea how fucking happy that makes me?” he murmurs, grabbing my waist and rolling us until I hover above him.
I smile down at him, loving the sound of those words on my ears. His happiness is like a drug to me and that’s another thing I’ve had to get used to. I always thought that only my happiness mattered. This world is about doing things for yourself, but I’m quickly realizing how wrong that is. “I thought it might,” I tell him.
“The party, Spitfire,” he prompts.
I push up on his chest and look down at his magnificent body, the dull light streaming through his bedroom window making it all that much better. “Who cares about the party?” I groan, reaching the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head. “We’ve got much more important things to be doing right now.”
Noah’s hands instantly take my waist as his eyes roam over my body. His hands begin to roam, and I suck in a breath when one travels down to my ass, getting a good feel and desperately making me wish I’d taken my jeans off already. His hand is there one second, and the next, it’s coming down hard on my ass, giving it a good spanking. “The party,” he prompts again.
“Fine,” I grumble. “But promise you’ll let me make it up to you afterward?”
“Babe, like I could fucking resist you right now,” he tells me, pressing his hips up into me and letting me know that whether or not I answer him right now, we’ll both be getting away with something tonight.
Feeling his hardness beneath me has me grinding down into him and closing my eyes with pure satisfaction. “You know Tora?” I ask, sliding my hands up his strong chest.
“Mmm.”
“We went to her place with all the Broken Hill guys,” I explain. “It was supposed to be just us, but you know how it is when Jesse and Nate go anywhere.”
“It turns into a fucking party,” he chuckles, taking the very words right out of my mouth.
“Uh huh,” I say, coming down to brush my lips across his, desperately needing that closeness and the feel of his warm breath against my skin. “But don’t worry. With the Ryders’, their friends, and Jackson there, Tully and I couldn’t even pee without one of them hovering over us.”
“Good,” he grumbles, grinding himself up into me once again. “How is Tully? Has she calmed down yet?”
I drop my face down to his neck and kiss his neck, tasting his sweet skin. “You really want to talk about your sister right now?” I question.
Noah’s hand slides down into the back of my jeans, grabbing a handful of ass and the other hand trails up my back and effortless unhooks my bra with one quick flick of his fingers. “You’re fucking right,” he murmurs, taking the lead.
My bra comes off before he quickly rolls us until I’m flat on my back and he’s knelt between my legs, his hands working the button of my jeans. Noah rids them off my body and it’s like he can’t be with me fast enough.
He falls back down to me, our bodies crashing together as his lips devour mine, his tongue slipping in and making my tummy swirl with anticipation, knowing that whatever he’s got in store for me is going to be good.
His big hand slides up my body and cups my breast before giving it a squeeze that has my stomach clenching. I need more than that. So much more.
Noah grins against my lips and a second later, he’s gone. I almost cry out for him when I feel his lips replacing his hand on my breast. His tongue runs over my pebbled nipple and has me arching up into him as my nails dig into his back.