Chapter 24
SADIE
My first instinct was to push him away, and damn, I really tried. His lips on mine, I lifted my hands and placed them on his chest, ready to give him a shove followed by a terse “what thehelldo you think you’re doing?”
We’d had an arrangement, after all. When I’d moved in with him, we’d agreed that nothing of this sort would ever happen. Granted, it hadn’t been put into writing the same way it had with my lease, but still.
When I put my hands on his chest, however, feeling his solid, square muscles through his shirt, my efforts to resist him crumbled away.
I gasped through the kiss, the surprise from it enough to make my eyes go wide. I couldn’t believe what was happening, couldn’t believe his audacity. Where did he get off thinking he could just pounce on me like that?
I was indignant, but I was also turned on like crazy. Noah pressed against me, his hardness against my thigh. His hands were on my hips, moving around to cup my ass and give me a firm squeeze. A low moan escaped me; I loved the way his big hands felt on my body.
Noah turned me, pressing me back against the counter, and used his hands on my ass to lift me up, effortlessly bringing me off the floor and onto the smooth, white surface. Without thinking, I spread my legs wide and wrapped them around him, as if my body was ready for something my conscious mind wasn’t quite up to yet.
All the same, I kissed him hard right back, Noah pushing his cock against me through his slacks, another moan pouring out of my mouth as I ground against him.
Using every bit of restraint I had, I pulled my mouth away, then rested my head on his shoulder. My eyes were open wide, a surge of panic running through me.
“You alright?” he asked.
Noah put his hand on the upper span of my back. He seemed to sense my hesitancy, only keeping his hand there to make me feel comforted, rather than to pull me back into the kiss. I appreciated the gesture.
“I’m fine. I mean, I don’t know.”
I took my head from his shoulder, then looked him right in the eyes.
Stupid move – having his ridiculously handsome face right in front of me was only going to make telling him no that much harder.
“I know this is sudden,” he said. “But now that it’s happened, I know without a doubt that I want it. But we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
He was giving me an out, which I did appreciate. Sitting there on the counter, my breasts heaving from the excitement and my legs wrapped around his waist, I could barely think straight.
“Cammy,” I said. It felt ridiculous to talk about his daughter in that moment. “She already hates me.”
He clenched his jaw, looked away, and nodded. I could sense that it was a matter to which he’d given plenty of thought.
“Yeah. She’s not too crazy about you.”
“Then…why do you want to risk things with her?”
He turned his eyes back to me. “Because I can’t help the way I feel. You’ve been living with me for a few months now, and not a single day has gone by in which I haven’t looked at you knowing for damn certain that I wanted you like mad. You’re the mother of my children, and you’re so beautiful I can hardly think around you. There’s no escaping it any longer.”
Now, what the hell could I even say to something like that? I felt the same way, constantly getting distracted by how perfect-looking he was, Noah constantly melting my heart whenever I watched him with our kids.
And here he was saying the words I’d fantasized about him saying to me ever since I was a little girl. It was like something out of a dream.
I couldn’t even think of what to say back. So, I said nothing, instead, answering him with a kiss.
I moved in, latching my lips onto his and kissing him hard. My mouth opened and so did his, Noah’s slight stubble grazing against me as the kiss went deeper and deeper. He returned his hands to my hips and this time pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it aside before turning his attention to my bra.
I’d always had pretty big boobs, they came with the territory of being curvy, but I still wasn’t used to the size they’d grown to since having the twins. Noah, however, seemed more than happy about them. His hands went right to my breasts, squeezing them in a manner both firm and gentle. It’d been so long since I’d been touched like that. All I could do was gasp.
“You like when I touch you that way?” he asked, leaning in, kissing me along my neck.
“So much.” The two words were barely enough to convey how I really felt about his hands on me.
“You’ve got no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about having you in here, bending you over the counter and screwing you hard, gorgeous.”