He laughed and pulled into a driveway in front of a new-build house. The development was less than a year old, and I remember there being a huge uproar when the town sold some of the park off to a developer for these houses.
I didn’t know what the problem was. The house was gorgeous—two stories, all exposed brick and white framed windows. I stepped out of the truck and Noah came around to shut the door for me. I followed him to the front door and then inside.
I couldn’t even look at the décor because I was immediately attacked by a tiny creature who jumped around my ankles.
“Poosh,” Noah said firmly. “Bed.”
I knelt down and scratched her behind her one white ear. She was absolutely adorable, and she quickly calmed as I lavished her with attention.
“Well aren’t you beautiful,” I cooed, moving to scratch under her chin.
“Of course. I forgot about the whole ‘YOU HAVE A CHIHUAHUA!’ thing.” Noah waved his hands, but he was smirking. “Would you like to have sex with me or play with my dog?”
“I can do both.” I grinned and stood up. “I can do both, right?”
He laughed. “You can do both. I just have to let her into the yard for a minute. It’s not exactly a seductive lead in to the bedroom.”
I slipped his sweater off and hung it on one of the hooks on the wall. “I don’t know. Being a responsible dog owner is kind of hot.”
Noah wiggled his eyebrows and pouted his lips in a kiss motion.
I pressed my hand against my lips so I didn’t burst out laughing, but it failed, because I snorted instead.
“C’mon, Poosh.” He winked at me. “Make yourself comfortable.”
Poosh ran off ahead of him, and I hesitated in the entryway for a moment. A little yip echoed through the house, and I slowly made my way into next room. A black, L-shaped sofa was tucked into the corner, facing the large TV that was fixed to the wall, and a gray and blue rug stretched across the floor beneath a glass coffee table.
It was every inch the bachelor pad.
I perched on the edge of the sofa. A part of me wanted to explore the entire house, but I also had no business snooping.
Which sucked because I wanted to snoop.
I was a snooper. A big, fat, hairy snooper.
I looked around. The walls were bare, but the floor was littered with dog toys. A black basket sat beneath the TV, and I could see a flash of pink in there. That was probably the home of the wayward toys.
The sound of a door shutting was followed by claws tapping against the floor. Moments later, Noah came into the living room and stopped when he saw me.
“The sofa won’t bite you, you know.”
I pursed my lips. “What? I can’t perch?”
“No.” He grabbed my hands and pulled me up. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close to him, lowering his head to kiss me. His lips were soft and probing, drawing me deep into the kiss.
I slid my hands up around his neck and moved up onto my toes to meet him fully. It was all too easy to fall right into his kiss and get swept up in the feelings that washed over me.
Desire tingled down my spine and pooled between my legs. As Noah’s tongue flicked against the seam of my lips, I shuddered. It felt so good. All I wanted to do in this moment was climb up his body and wrap my legs around his waist and cling on for dear life.
Seriously. It was a problem.
Mostly because I wasn’t sure exactly how he would react if I actually did it.
I fought a giggle.
“What?” Noah leaned back and looked down at me. “If kissing me is that funny…”
“No. Just something I thought.” I shook my head. “Never mind.”
He half-smiled before he kissed me again. His tongue moved with mine as he explored my mouth, and just when I thought I was going to explode, he released me and dragged me upstairs by the hand.
He pulled me into a room and right back against him. His lips found mine in an urgent kiss, and when I pressed my body against his, I could feel his hard cock pressing against my lower stomach.
I fumbled with his shirt. The buttons were awkward, but a brief break in kissing got them all undone. Noah shrugged the shirt off and tossed it onto the floor, and I dragged my gaze over his body.
Holy shit.
He was built like a marble statue with muscles in all the right places. Strong, broad shoulders. Solid pecs. Abs that would make a blind woman weep.
He looked better than he had in my sex dream.
“What?” Noah’s eyebrows shot up.
“Oh, shit. Did I say that out loud?”