Chapter 14
The address Noah gave me wasn’t to a restaurant. It was a small home down by the new elementary school with a cute garden and maroon shutters.
I parked in the driveway beside Noah’s white jeep wrangler and hesitated to get out of the vehicle. Dates usually go out for dinner, not grill burgers in the backyard in a neighborhood where most screams were assumed to be from playing children.
Despite the unsure feeling in my stomach, I grabbed my purse and made my way up to the front porch.
The door opened before I reached the last step.
Noah’s eyes ran over me, top to bottom, before they pushed the door open.
“Come on in.“
They smiled.
As I stepped inside and was greeted by a delicious smell and Sideline takeout bags besides a stack of DVDs, a breath of relief washed through me.
“I hope you don’t mind. I ordered what you got the other night.“
Noah closed the door and carefully took my coat off my shoulders. “Thought we could spend the night in with a movie. Talk.”
“Talking sounds good. Burgers too.“
I rubbed my elbow and took in what I could see from their surprisingly cottage-core home. “Um, before we—”
I turned around and stumbled into Noah as they tried to step around me. Grabbing their jacket, I leaned my weight into their hands as they grabbed my hips.
“Are you okay?“
Noah asked.
Their steel eyes bore down into mine.
“Sorry.“
I whispered.
Noah’s thumb brushed the brush of my stomach. They didn’t make any move to pull away either.
“I like to think about you as a happy accident.“
They stepped closer. “No, I did not know you were Kendall’s mother. No, I never imagine working with Sadie would pair me with someone like you. Yes . . .”
Their nose rubbed lightly against mine.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the shoot.“
Noah’s breathe tickled my lips. “And you . . . under me . . . was a happy accident I think about nightly.”
“What happens?” I asked.
Noah raised a brow.
“When you think about me . . .“
I swallowed. “At night.”
“I grind against my pillow and pretend it’s me fucking you.”
“What do you tell me? What do you . . . What do you say?“
I whispered.
Resting my hand on their stomach, I brushed my knuckles against the fabric of their shirt. Their toned body, so fucking close to mine, and I couldn’t reach it. Not yet.
Noah chuckled and pressed their front against mine.
Ducking their head, Noah’s soft tongue traced the shell of my ear.
“Do you want me to fuck you again, Miss Sullivan? Take out my strap and show you just what I can do to you?“
They asked.
My eyes slid closed.
“Yes.“
I whimpered. “God, please, Noah.”
Noah dipped down and grabbed me around the back of my thighs. They turned toward the hallway and left the burgers behind in the living room.