I swear, this man must have endless claw marks all over him. I feel kind of bad for him, but then, I kind of don’t.
I’m so taken by what he’s doing with his tongue that I don’t notice his hand heading south until it’s already there. Touching. Kneading. Rubbing. Fucking everything I could possibly need and more.
He works my body to the edge and as I reach for him, he pulls back with a shake of his head, showing off that body of his once again, but now I can hardly concentrate. All I can look at is the huge outline of his dick through his jeans and believe me when I say he is more than happy to see me.
“Nuh uh, Spitfire,” he says with a ‘tsk’ as his hand goes to the top of his unbuttoned jeans, teasing me with what hides beneath. “You’re going to have to wait for this. You’ve been a very bad girl and I’m going to have to teach you a lesson to remind you to never do it again.”
“But what if I like being a bad girl?”
His eyes flame with desire. “Believe me, Spitfire. There’s more than one way to punish you.”
Fuck me. I think my eyes roll to the back of my head. Maybe I pass out for a moment too.
“You better get on with it, Noah,” I tell him. “You’ve got me all worked up and if you’re not careful, I’ll have to do it myself.”
His eyes roam over my body with a shit eating grin. “By all means, baby. I’m down for a show.”
Fuck. That backfired.
As if sensing the desperation within me, he gives me mercy as his lips come back to mine. He doesn’t waste a second. He gets back to teasing my body with his practiced moves, not once giving me a second to cool down. The longer he goes, the hotter my body becomes but the more I crave the feel of his.
I need his skin on mine. I need his touch. His lips. His everything.
My hands trail down his strong back, feeling every tight muscle on the way down. They trace over the small dimples on his lower back until they’re slipping under the fabric of his jeans, feeling that perfect ass and pushing his jeans down.
If he’s not going to give me what I need soon, then he better fucking believe that I’ll take it for myself.
The fire burns just as strongly with him and I thank my lucky stars when he helps me push his jeans the rest of the way down his legs until they’re kicked off the end of his bed. He kisses me deeply as he grabs my legs, separating them until he’s comfortably between them.
With a hand on my ass, the other wrapped around my ribs and his mouth devouring my nipple, he finally gives in, pushing up into me until I’m seeing stars and reminding me that I’m his fucking queen. Now and forever.
Chapter 11
Noah pulls up at school on Friday morning and with a few extra minutes before the bell, we find ourselves sitting in his car, me devouring a coffee as he scrolls through Facebook, though, from the disinterested look on his face, I’d dare say he’s not finding anything to hold his attention.
I glance down and can’t help but smile as I take in Noah’s hand in mine with his thumb unconsciously running back and forth over my knuckles. I love the way he loves me. He probably doesn’t even realize that he’s doing it. It’s just his body’s natural reaction, its basic instinct when I’m around. Hell, I’m sure that I have little quirks like that which Noah has picked up on that I’m not aware of.
I woke up in his arms this morning and the first thing I noticed was the feel of his body against mine. I was so freaking happy in that moment. It’s not often that I get to wake up with his arms wrapped around me. The next thing I noticed was his morning wood. Even in his sleep, he’s happy to see me.
A yawn ripped through me which was when it truly hits me. Absolute horror. I’d spent the night at Noah’s place, sleeping in his warm arms and completely forgetting to let my father know what was going on.
Shit. That could only mean one thing.
Fucking trouble.
I scrambled over Noah and accidentally kneed him in the balls as I reached for my phone. The movement only managing to remind me that I’d had one too many cocktails at Tora’s party the night before.
I got my phone and lit up the screen to find nothing. Nada. Zilch.
My father is notorious for overreacting when I don’t come home, so to see an empty screen wasn’t exactly settling. It could mean a few different things.