Chapter 10 #2
FUCK. I hate it when she’s right. I do love that. Even if I knew the chances were high with a dress like that.
I bark a cough, trying to keep myself from getting hard again. I can hold my tongue forever, but my body is far too weak to hold out much longer.
“Dare again?” Noelle asks, and I nod. Might as well; at least it avoids any pesky questions I don’t have convincing answers to. “Alright, I dare you to…make a heart shape on my body using only your lips.”
“If you want to kiss me, Noelle, you can just ask.” Please? I’m not above begging.
She gives her head an unconvincing shake. “That’s not part of the dare.”
“Whatever you say,” I grin, and crawl toward her, gently pushing her onto her back.
It’s a blessing and a curse, having her pinned down underneath me.
Every cell in my traitorous body is begging for me to throw all caution to the wind and take her right here and now like some uncivilized caveman.
I need to get this over with quickly, before things get out of hand.
Noelle holds my gaze. I shudder as her fingers find my chest, tentatively exploring my body, and I grab her wrist to stop the touching before I lose the last brain cell I’ve got left. For lack of a better place, I put her hand on my neck.
Should not have done that.
In and out, Cole. Step on it.
I hold her gaze a moment longer before dipping my head down to her skin. She smells of pear and vanilla, but more interestingly her heart is beating just as wild as mine. Was I wrong in assuming this was a mistake? Does she actually want to give us a try?
No, that can’t be.
She’s just feeding off my energy, getting caught up in the moment. None of this means what I want it to mean.
Every kiss I press to her skin is careful and drawn out, savoring the brief glimpse of what it would be like to be hers. And when I close out the heart with a kiss between her breasts, drawing a labored breath from her lips, I can barely convince myself to pull away.
My face must be bright red, but I don’t even care. I want more of her, of whatever she will offer. I want to worship her body through the end of this storm and protect her from the night. I want to make her laugh and smile and wipe away her tears. I’ll take whatever blessed piece of her I can get.
Noelle’s cheeks develop their own fascinating shade of crimson, her eyes avoiding mine. Interesting. “Your turn.”
“Truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
I shouldn’t do this. Of all the stupid things I have done today, this takes the crown by far. But I might be too drunk on champagne to stop myself from saying, “I dare you to sit on my lap. Face forward.”
“Sit on your lap? That’s it? That’s your big dare?”
I shrug. “That’s it.”
I lean back against the coffee table, lifting my arms as if to say come here.
Noelle rises, putting one foot on either side of me before lowering herself down in my lap.
The fabric of her dress falls in such a way that I can easily see a sliver of her underwear, a black lacy thing I didn’t even know she owned, and it only makes me harder.
“Happy now?” Noelle asks, but I shake my head. She’s not lowered onto me; in fact, she’s barely touching me at all. I rest my hands on her hips and gently pull her all the way down, nothing but a few scraps of fabric standing between my willing cock and her throbbing core.
“Oh. Oh.”
“As you can tell, I’m incredibly happy,” I smirk.
Noelle holds my gaze when she moves her hips ever so slightly, and I don’t hide the moan rising up in my throat. Fuck, she feels delicious.
“Truth or dare?” Noelle’s voice is soft and uncertain, but she makes no move to get off my lap.
Something is happening between us, something real. Maybe it’s time I stop shying away from it. “Truth.”
She bites her lip. “What’s #1 on your sexual bucket list right now?”
Why? You want to cross it off with me?
I jerk my head towards the wall of windows. “Pressing someone up against those windows while I fuck them from behind, knowing we can easily be seen by anyone looking our way.”
I can’t help but picture it, and Noelle’s eyelids flutter as my cock twitches beneath her core. “Truth.”
“Have you ever had a sex dream about me?” This is it, the question that can ruin our friendship for good. But it’s too late to take it back.
“Yes,” Noelle swallows, her breathing heavier by the second. Am I actually turning her on right now? “As you have about me.”
I nod. “That’s right, Honey. Truth?”
Noelle shifts in my lap again, dragging herself up and down my length while biting her lip. Are you trying to kill me? “What do you want to do to me right now?”
My voice is rough and hoarse. “Everything I probably shouldn’t even think about doing.”
We have passed the point of no return, yet I can’t bring myself to give a fuck. Not when my dream girl is edging herself on my lap, vulnerable and open and wearing that adorable frustrated look on her beautiful face.
Noelle nods, not slowing her movement. “Truth.”
“Does that scare you?” I meet her gaze, my palm gently cupping her cheek. My brave, gorgeous girl. So good for me, such a fucking gift to have in my arms.
Noelle shakes her head. “No…I want you to do it. All of it. But only if it means as much for you as it does for me.”
That’s her hang up? A false belief that I’m only out to get into her pants?
I’ve failed, for real this time. If I loved her properly she wouldn’t have these doubts.
She would know without a shadow of doubt what she means to me.
She would know that I’d burn the world down for her, that I’d quit my job to help her with the café at a moment’s notice.
She’d know that she is the most important thing in my life, that she is my life. And that won’t ever change.
I take her cheeks in my hands, mapping out every detail of her sweet face. I want to remember this moment for the rest of my life.
“What I feel for you is hard to describe—you know I’m terrible with words. But I promise you this isn’t a one-time thing for me. You are so much more than that.”