And that is terrifying.
“Hey,” he says gently. “No rush, okay? Obviously, I’m ready when you are, but we’ll take it slow.”
Hearing him say that makes me want to rip off my clothes and throw him on the ground.
“Thank you, Noah.”
“You don’t have to thank me,” he says softly. “I’m not doing this as a favor to you. I’m doing this because I want to, and making you happy makes me happy.”
Tears bite at the corners of my eyes and I’m teetering even closer to the edge of falling.
“Don’t look so surprised,” Noah says softly and moves his face closer to mine. He brings his tattooed arms around me. “You have no idea how much I care, Lauren. I have for a while, longer than you know.”
“Why?” I blurt.
He smiles. “You’ve been more to me than just my best friend’s sister. You’re different than anyone I know and I … I…” He looks away, unable to bring himself to say what he wants to say. Instead, he brings his face to mine and kisses me.
Time stops and I’m standing still as life swirls around us. Then Noah parts his lips and slips his tongue into my mouth. Suddenly I can’t get close enough. I twist, wrapping my arms around Noah and straddling his lap.
It’s crazy how one kiss can be the spark that ignites a fire of passion.
Noah pulls me to him with a desperation I didn’t know he had. He flips me over and pins me between his body and the couch, kissing me like his life depends on it. I widen my legs, welcoming him closer. We continue kissing, and I feel his cock harden against me. It turns me on to know he wants me.
He moves his lips down to my neck, sucking and biting at my skin. My want is growing for him, getting hotter and wetter as each second passes. He runs a hand up under my shirt, fingers sweeping across the curve of my side then onto my breast. I moan when he slips his hand under my bra, fingers gently circling my nipple.
I let out another moan as he caresses me, and moves his mouth back to mine. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and he’s doing it better than anyone has ever done to me before. And we only just got started.
Holy fuck, Noah Wilson is hot.
He gets a little rougher and I can hardly stand it. I need him now. I reach down and pull up his shirt, running my hands along his muscular torso. I bring them down, finding the clasp of his belt. I try to get it undone when he sits up and yanks my shirt over my head. For a few seconds, he doesn’t move. He just stares at me with hunger in his eyes.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Lauren,” he whispers, deep voice sending tremors through me. Then he dives back down, picking back up where we left off. His hands go around me and my bra is off in two seconds flat. And I’m still fumbling with belt. I haven’t even gotten to his pants yet, though his big cock is pushing so hard against the material it might rip it on its own and save me the work.
He takes both my hands in his and moves them above my head. Yes, I am so glad I insisted on shaving tonight. We’re kissing again and now I’m feeling that same desperation. I don’t just want Noah. I need him.
He pushes himself up just a bit and moves his bearded face down, taking one of my breasts in his mouth. He swirls his tongue around my nipple and I squirm underneath him.
Oh my god, that feels so good. My head falls to the side. His teeth gently bite down, then he lets up and works his tongue again. I rub myself against him, feeling close to coming already.
“Ohh,” I say out loud. “That feels so—ow!”
Noah jerks away. “I hurt you?”
I hunch my shoulders forward. “No, not really, but yeah.” I feel my cheeks flush from embarrassment and frustration. “Sensitive nipples. Ya know … another symptom.” It was one of my first symptoms really I wrote off as PMS.
“Oh, uh, sorry. Want me to not do that?”
“No, I like it. It’s just, um, super sensitive to any touch now.” I let out a breath, mad at myself for ruining the passion-fueled moment. Again. Things are different now. I’m sharing my body with a teeny-tiny person. “So keep doing it. I think. Ugh. I don’t know. I’m sorry, Noah.”
He grins. “Don’t be sorry. I’ve never fucked a pregnant chick before, so it’ll be an experience for us both.”
I put my hands on his waist and pull him back down to me. I put my lips close to his ear and whisper, “Who said I was going to let you fuck me?”
“I want you, Lauren,” he growls. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”
And I’m a goner. I put my lips to his and we are kissing again. I reach down and pop the button on his jeans—on my first try, I should add. I don’t hesitate. I don’t think things through. I push my hand inside his pants, feeling the full length and girth of his cock.
No wonder I was so sore the day after our one-night stand.