Lauren turns, probably to say something to me, but I don’t give her the chance. I move in, putting my lips to hers. Time stops and it’s just us, just this kiss.
I can’t get close enough.
I can’t stop kissing her.
It’s like I’m that sixteen-year-old boy, feeling the effects of teenage love at first sight all over again, ten years later.
Only this time, she’s feeling it too.
Lauren moves into my lap, straddling me. We kiss with fury, and soon I’m laying her down on the couch, moving between her legs. She rakes her nails down my back and grabs the hem of my shirt, yanking it up halfway then stopping.
“Noah,” she groans. “We … we … oh fuck.”
My lips are on her neck, and she likes it. Really likes it. Her legs widen and wrap around me.
“Noah,” she starts again and puts her hands on either side of my head. “We shouldn’t do this.”
I let out a breath and nod. “Okay, if that’s what you want.”
“It’s what I need,” she whispers. “I want you.”
Worst possible words, Lauren. Thanks for that. With great control, I move off of her, and we cuddle together again. If Lauren wants three dates, I’ll wait. Hell, I’ll wait if she wants thirty dates. I’ll do whatever it takes.
Chapter 11
LAUREN
“IT’S BEEN MORE than three dates,” Noah reminds me as we sit down at dinner after seeing a movie. I ate pretty much the entire bucket of popcorn and I’m fucking starving again.
“I know,” I say, picking up the menu. I want my freaking hamburger. Now. And salty French fries and strawberry lemonade.
“So, that means I get some tonight, right?”
I look up into Noah’s blue eyes, falling under the spell of his sexy grin. The word “yes” wants to roll off my tongue. Actually, I want my tongue all over him.
“You said it takes good food to get into your pants,” he continues. “And I think we should fuck a few times before you get a baby belly. That’ll be a little awkward.”
I raise an eyebrow. “I’m only twelve weeks. It’ll be a while before I get a bump that big. And you’re making it really easy to say no.” I’m lying through my teeth. With hormones raging through me and all the time we’ve spent together the last three weeks, I’m horny as fuck and want nothing more than to feel him on top of me, kissing me as he drives his big cock in and out, rocking me into oblivion.
“Come on, throw me a bone.”
“You have hands, don’t you?”
“Yeah, but Rosie and her four sisters don’t compare.”
Should I give him credit? We’ve been dating for about a month now and I cut him off after several minutes into a makeout session, like a teenager afraid of getting caught by her parents. He hasn’t complained too much, and never once pushed me. Actually, every time he begrudgingly moves off me, I feel deeper for him. I know this is the longest he’s gone without sex since only God knows when, yet he’s still here, still with me. He’s trying. He cares. He wants to make this work.
And so do I.
We’ve spent a lot of time together over the last few weeks, and I feel like I’m seeing the real Noah. There’s more to him than tattoos and motorcycles, but I’m still working to find out why he puts up that front.
He sighs. “I think sleeping together is a good way to see if we’re really compatible. People in relationships do fuck, you know.”
I roll my eyes and look back at the menu. Do I want bacon on my hamburger? What the fuck? Why am I even asking myself that? Of course I want bacon. Maybe extra bacon. Yes, definitely extra bacon.
“Sex complicates things.”
Noah lets out a deep laugh. “I think we’re past that.”