Chapter 19
Alice
Sometime after Sandra pulled leeches off of Tatum’s butt, I found myself cuddled into Noah’s side. He put his arm around me, and I rested my head on his ribs. I was so relaxed. Comfy.
Until I noticed the bulge in his pants.
I caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of my eye when he shifted, and then it was all I could watch.
I didn’t even notice the chase scene on the screen. I was too busy trying to evoke a reaction from Noah’s dick. When I clutched his thigh in feigned terror, it twitched. When I murmured my agreement at the slow dance screen, it moved again.
“Can you dance like that?” Noah asked.
Even though my attention was totally on the movement of his dick, I shook my head at his question. “Never.”
When I’d been with Parker, we hadn’t spent much time just hanging out. Everything had been on fast forward—sneaking around when I was in foster care, looking over my shoulder after I ran away, hustling to get our band noticed—we were too busy to relax and have a date night. And then when the execs started nosing around, he’d been too busy shoving his nose up their asses and letting our burgeoning fan base crawl all over him to even notice me.
“Well, let’s fix that.”
“Wait.” I finally tore my attention from his dick to frown up at him. “What?”
He paused the movie and pressed some more buttons until smooth jazz rolled out from his ridiculous speaker system. “Let’s dance.” He stood up and held out a hand to me. “Since your attention isn’t really on the movie anymore.”
My whole body flushed red with my embarrassment. He knew?!
God, this was mortifying.
“It’s getting late. I should—”
“Dance with me? Please?” He batted his dark brown doe eyes at me, and I melted.
“Okay,” I whispered. In seconds, I was off the couch and standing in front of him. I didn’t know where to put my hands, how to stand. I shifted my weight in indecision. I hated being vulnerable. But I knew I could trust Noah. “I, uh, don’t know what to do.”
He took my hand in his and guided my other hand to rest on his shoulder. His smile was gentle as he looked down at me. “All you got to do is hold on and feel the music.”
Unlike the couple on the screen, we didn’t do a fancy salsa number. It was more of an awkward high school dance where you stood and swayed, shuffling your feet. But it was nice. So I said as much. “I like this. It’s nice.”
Noah laughed huskily. “It’s a good thing I’m in a rock band and not a boy band. I have white boy hips—all awkward, no rhythm. See?”
He feigned like the fancy salsa moves in the movie and looked more like a gesticulating flamingo than a suave dancer. I cracked up, giggling uncontrollably.
Noah continued his crazy dance, spinning me out away from him with both our arms extended. Then he reeled me back in, and I crashed against his chest, my palms resting against his very firm pecks.
And then I felt it.
Him .
His hard cock pressed against my oh so soft belly.
All the humor of his ridiculous dance disappeared.
I caught my breath as I stared up into his sparkling eyes. “Noah…”
He lifted a shoulder. “Sorry, not sorry? It’s not like I can control it, and it happens constantly around you.”
“Constantly?” I breathed.
He turned his head away for a moment like it was uncomfortable to talk about while looking into my eyes. “Well, maybe not back when I was an ass. But since we’ve started being friendly…” He finally turned his head and met my eyes again. The desire that burned in his gaze had my heart fluttering. “I can’t be around you lately and not want you. I swear I drool every time I see you setting up my drums. Watching you own the stage at one of your shows. Seeing you laughing and playing with the dogs at the shelter. It’s all been torture but the sweetest kind. Hell, when I went out with what’s-her-name you were all I could think about. Kylie and The Babbler were right. I’ve been crushing hard on you.”
“Me?” I had a hard time believing what I was hearing. I’d technically helped him pick Kylie out so I knew she was gorgeous—all tall and athletic and shiny hair.
Everything I wasn’t.
I had tortured myself, stalking the band’s socials that night. Wondering what they were doing. If he was into her. If he was going to sleep with her that night. So. Much. Torture. But he’d been thinking about me while he was with her?
Me?
“Yeah, you. I kept thinking how I was wasting such a great dinner on someone who didn’t give a shit. But you would’ve. You would’ve raved over every course. Why do you think we ended up at your show that night?” He shook his head like he was pissed at himself. “Because you were all I could think of. You’ve been all I could think of for a while now.”
“Noah…” I didn’t know what to say—what to think. Until a few weeks ago, I hated this man. And now…
I sighed. Now I wanted what he wanted.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and leaned into him. Tilting my head back, I took in his gorgeous brown eyes, that messy, dirty-blond hair that couldn’t be tamed, and his ever-present dark stubble. He was so damn attractive.
Maybe that had been the problem all along.
When he didn’t take the hint, I took the initiative. Going up on my tiptoes, I pressed my lips against his and kissed him. His lips were petal soft but firm. I ran my tongue against the seam, and he opened and let me in.
It was like a switch had been thrown. He went from being a passive participant to taking charge.
And I let him.
His lips moved over mine with an urgency. Kissing me. Learning what made me catch my breath. It was heady. It was everything. I groaned and leaned against him as I lost the ability to think, let alone stand on my own.
Then the room whirled around me as Noah picked me up and carried me down the hall, kissing me the entire way. All I could do was hold on and kiss him back.
He stuttered stepped when I flicked my tongue against his. When I suckled on the tip of his tongue, he almost dropped me.
“Christ.” He pulled away from me and rested his forehead against mine, breathing heavily. “You are so fucking potent, woman.”
I grinned smugly back at him. I felt so safe in his arms, I didn’t even think about it. “So, are we doing this or what?”
Noah barked with laughter then let me slide down until I stood on my own feet. “I don’t know why I thought this would be easy with you. You always keep me on my toes.”
“If you’re not running to keep up with me.” I gave him an innocent look then took a step back and toed off my shoes. His eyes were heavy on me. And when I slowly pulled my top up and off, his breath left in a whoosh.
“Christ.” Noah blinked a few times as I stood there in my bra and jeans.
I tilted my head. “I’m starting to think that’s the one word you know.”
“It’s the only one I can think to say when you’re standing there looking so gorgeous. I can’t—” He shook his head. “I don’t want to fuck anything up by saying something stupid. It’s kinda my special power.”
“Then maybe you should keep your mouth closed. Or better yet, put it to use.” I reached back and unclipped my bra, letting it fall down my arms to the floor.
Noah’s gulp was loud, and honestly, really, really gratifying. I didn’t want to think about past lovers right now, but unlike with others, I had no doubt that Noah was into me. The proof had been in my face for so long, I don’t know how I’d missed it.
Noah took a step toward me and reached a hand out to my very naked chest. My breath left in a shudder as he gently rubbed his thumb against my aching nipple. His calloused finger rasped slightly on my sensitive skin, and I shivered.
“Mmmm,” he rumbled. “I think this might be my very favorite sight. I could spend hours—fuck that—years staring at your tits. They’re so fucking gorgeous. All perfect and fit just so in my palms.” He stepped even closer and cradled my breasts in his hands. “They’re so fucking bouncy and just…perfect.”
My whole body flushed with his easy praise. I mean, I hadn’t even done anything aside from taking my clothes off, and he already sounded so happy. I tugged at his belt loops. “When do I get my personal little strip show?”
“Is that a hint that I’m wearing too many clothes?”
He asked my boobs the question.
I had to laugh.
Then I laughed harder, as my laughing made my boobs bounce, which made Noah’s eyes widen. You’d think the man hadn’t ever seen a set of tits before. “You are a rock star, right?”
“Yeah…” Noah tilted his head and still didn’t look away from my tits. “Why? What?” He finally blinked and met my eyes instead of my nipples.
I snorted. “You’re acting like you’ve never seen boobs before. What the hell is going on? I thought you’d be…suaver. Smooth. You know? You’re acting like a high school boy who’s seeing his first pair of tits.”
“They’re so fucking amazing. It’s like an eclipse. I can’t look away. What if they disappear?”
“Pretty sure you’re not supposed to look at an eclipse, but whatever.” I bent my head and worked on the ridiculous button fly hiding his cock from me. “Why do men have such difficult pants? So stupid.”
Noah’s husky laughter vibrated around me. Then he batted my hands away from his fly and made quick work of the buttons. In seconds, he kicked away his jeans and then was standing in front of me in his shirt and boxer briefs.
His very brief briefs.
“Wow,” I whispered.
He might’ve still been wearing underwear, but I could see everything. I mean, everything . I could tell he wasn’t circumcised, and was that a piercing?
Oh my god.
That was a piercing!
“Who’s staring now?” Noah asked with a cocky smile.
And he had a reason to be cocky. There was so much of him to be proud of.
“Wow,” I whispered again. “You have a piercing? How did I not know you had a piercing?”
“You’ve never seen my dick before.” Noah laughed. “Why the fuck would you know about my piercing?”
I shrugged. “Girls talk.”
His eyes widened. “Shit. What have you heard about me?”
“Eh.” I bit my lip to keep my laughter inside. “Probably best we not talk about that. Could ruin the mood.”
Then my laughter spilled out as Noah nodded furiously. I’d been teasing him. I didn’t know anything about him, his dick, or what he was like in bed. I’d gone out of my way to not be on the receiving end of that info back when we were on the road. I wasn’t a groupie, and I didn’t want to get a reputation when I’d first joined the crew.
I hadn’t—and would never—fuck my way to the top. I wanted to get there on my own.
Noah grabbed my hand and tugged me toward the bed. “Mind if we move to a more comfortable location?”
“I could be persuaded…”
The look on Noah’s face made my breathing stutter. He looked so serious. So intent.
So into me.
Me.
“ If I had a flower for every time I thought of you…I could walk through my garden forever .”
“Noah,” I whispered as a feeling I don’t think I’d ever felt before bubbled in my chest.
He smiled gently. “Can’t take the credit for that one. It’s Tennyson. But I finally know what he was talking about.”
“You can quote Tennyson? About me?”
“ Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams? ” He shrugged. “I’ve been dreaming about you for so long.”
“Noah.” That feeling in my chest bubbled harder.
Unable to verbalize my feelings, I did the only thing I could.
Closing the distance between us, I went up on my toes, wrapped my arms around him, and kissed him.
He kissed me back, his lips moving urgently over mine, and in seconds, I lost myself in his kiss. Damn, he really knew what to do with those lips of his.
I was dimly aware of some tugging at my hips, then Noah pulled back and whispered, “Step out.”
I didn’t know what he meant, but I followed when he tugged me toward his bed, and I tripped over my jeans, pooling around my legs as they slid down. Kicking them off, I crawled onto his bed.
My breath hitched after I rolled onto my back because Noah loomed over me.
God, he was so handsome. Between his tousled dirty blonde hair, that darker stubble, and the twinkle in his eyes…he was almost too pretty for words. I still couldn’t believe I was here, lying under him, about to…
“You’re so gorgeous.” He shook his head slightly. “Still don’t know how we got here, but I’m so fucking glad this is finally happening. If this is a dream, don’t wake me up just yet. There’s a couple things I’ve been dying to do.”
Tears burned at my eyes to hear my thoughts echoed back to me. That he thought about me like that.
Wow.
Then his gaze bounced down to my chest, and a sound rumbled out of him I’d never heard him make before. Like something from a nature show about lions. And then he whispered, “Fuck me.”
He ducked his head and nuzzled my breast. His hair rasping against my skin. Then he rubbed his wiry stubble against my aching nipple and had me arching my hips off the bed.
Noah rumbled again. His lips brushed against my nipple, and he suckled it deep into his mouth. I about lost it. I moaned my pleasure, burrowing my fingers into his luscious hair and holding him close. A pulsing need echoed between my thighs. I wanted to feel him there too. Then he rasped his teeth against my nipple, and I squealed.
“Oh my god. Noah! Oh!” I arched into his mouth. Wanting more. Wanting him. Wanting anything he was willing to give me. I’d give him my last dollar if it meant he’d keep doing that.
He laughed huskily. “Never would’ve thought you’d be submissive in bed. Gotta say it’s fucking hot.” His words puffed against my saliva dampened skin in a tease that would’ve had me closing my thighs to contain my need, but he’d already settled there, so my slight movement just pressed my sex closer into him. He rumbled his approval. “Oh, we’re going to have a lotta fun, Ms. Rose. It’s nice to know your name matches these pretty little nipples. All petal soft and as rosy as your last name.”
Then his thumb rubbed against my other nipple, and I moaned. “Noah. Oh! I don’t-I can’t…”
I couldn’t remember what I was going to say. All I could do was feel. His fingers plucking at one nipple. His lips and teeth teasing the other. His hand trailing down my body to dive into my panties. The puff of air against my damp nipple when he found my pussy already wet and aching for him.
I hadn’t prepared for tonight—I’d thought I was just going to get a dog with a friend. I never thought we’d end up here . I couldn’t remember when I’d shaved last, but it was safe to say it’d been a few weeks. And the last time I’d waxed had been months ago—when we first moved to Vegas and Lark took Bailey and me out to a spa. So it was safe to say that I was…furry.
And mortified.
I wanted to apologize, but I couldn’t find the words.
Apparently I didn’t need to.
Noah moaned. “Fuck, Rose. You’re so fucking wet.”
“I—” I couldn’t talk as his fingers danced over my pussy. Teasing me. Petting me. Rubbing me. He shifted on the bed, so he was on his side next to me. His fingers ran along my labia, teasing me, while his lips were busy tormenting my other nipple. The man was multi-talented.
In seconds, he had me panting with need. I wanted to feel him deep inside me. Stretching me. Pounding into me.
I arched into his hand.
I was building toward my orgasm.
His thumb teased my clit while two of his fingers pressed into me. He thrust once. Twice. Then his thumb did this thing—rubbing, grinding, I don’t even know—and I lost it.
“Noah!” I screamed as I went over. “Oh! Oh my god!” Wave after wave of pleasure slammed into me, and all I could do was hold on. My nails bit into his shirt as I clutched at him even as my sex trembled around his fingers.
Finally, after a long minute, he pulled his hand free and gently stroked my still trembling flesh. “So fucking hot,” he murmured.
I probably should’ve felt ashamed that I’d come so easily. I was still wearing my panties technically, and he was still wearing his shirt. But I didn’t. I couldn’t.
I was too busy floating on my bliss cloud to care.
“So fucking gorgeous,” he murmured before leaning down and kissing me. I leisurely kissed him back, feeling so good.
He broke away to sit up and pulled his shirt off.
I smiled like a contented kitty and purred my approval of all those muscles and tattoos on display now. I would’ve petted him, but even lifting my arm would’ve taken more energy than I was capable of at the moment.
“Give me a second, and then we’ll do you.”
Noah smiled at me and settled into the bed next to me. His arm came around me as he pulled me into his shoulder and pulled the covers up over us. “We got time, little Rose. I’m not worried about you going anywhere. I’d have to let go of you first for that to happen.”
I settled into his side with a happy sigh. That sounded good to me.
And that was the last thought I was aware of as I relaxed into his comforting warmth.