New York, New York #8
“I know, right?” said AJ. “Did you see my decorative plants? They’re to make the opposite gender feel at home.”
Noah replaced the mug and walked over to her Billy bookcase. “I can’t believe you still have this,” he said, tapping the cracked spine of Laughter as her knees began to give, he spun her around and lifted her onto the washer. His hands were in her hair, his mouth demanding on hers as AJ fumbled with his shorts.
AJ moaned as he pushed into her. Noah hissed, his teeth grazing her neck as he thrust again.
“Can I tell you something?” she said, wrapping her legs around his hips, her hands sweeping up his chest to grab his shoulders. “That day. Your shirt was completely see-through—”
“Can I tell you something?” He palmed her right ass cheek, gripping her hard. “So was yours.”
AJ stared at him. “I wasn’t wearing a bra.”
“I know,” said Noah. He was really fucking her now.
“I didn’t even see you look—” said AJ, panting as he piled into her. She leaned back onto her elbows, taking him deeper.
Noah winced as a wave of pleasure surged through him. “I was hard as a fucking rock.”
He was actually going to destroy her. “I had no idea,” AJ managed.
The friction was almost blinding now. She was barely hanging on.
“Well, you were distracted,” said Noah, closing his eyes in concentration. He almost couldn’t get the words out. “And then you told me to take a shower, so I just…took care of it.”
“Shut the fuck up, Noah,” said AJ, her muscles tightening around him, starting to spasm.
“Why do you think I slept so well after?” he said, then he met her eyes, and AJ lost it. Her neck rolled back as pleasure spilled from both of them like so many broken washing machines.
After, they sat pants-less on the tile floor watching AJ’s clothes blur through the porthole.
“That’s the same detergent my mom uses,” said AJ.
Noah stilled. “I know.”
AJ leaned her head on his shoulder.
Noah was a night owl. AJ often awoke after midnight to find that he had wandered off in pursuit of some nerdy activity or other in various corners of the house.
One night, she saw a light on under a door down the hall. AJ pushed in to find Noah inside a time capsule from a Humphrey Bogart film—his grandfather Elijah Drew’s teenage bedroom.
Noah sat hunched over Elijah’s drop-leaf desk, constructing a model plane. In fact, the room was full of model planes, some hanging, others perched. Noah was mounting a balsa-wood invasion.
He looked up when he noticed her, his eyes red behind wire-rimmed glasses.
“What time is it?” he asked, clearing his throat.
“Two-thirty,” said AJ. She was wearing one of his T-shirts and nothing else. “Can I see?”
Noah stood stiffly as AJ approached the desk, littered with glue and splinters. Carefully, AJ bent down to get a better look at the intricate tail lattice he was constructing. When she straightened up, she caught Noah shifting his pants, trying to hide that her movement had aroused him.
“Ignore me,” he said.
He had been chewing on his lower lip in concentration as he worked. AJ pressed up onto her toes and kissed it, running her tongue across its plump contour.
Noah exhaled in frustration and pulled back. “My hands are covered in glue.”
AJ could feel his cock straining against his pajamas. “Then I guess you can’t use them.”
He protested as she laid him on the twin bed and slid off his pants. AJ held his gaze as she knelt between his legs. His tip was already wet; her thumb circled it, teasing.
“Age,” he breathed. “Come here.”
AJ felt her own excitement slick between her thighs; she was easily as turned on as he was.
But this wasn’t about that.
“Oh, do you not enjoy being at someone else’s mercy?” she said, running a finger along his shaft.
Noah exhaled sharply. “When have you ever been at my mercy?”
AJ rolled her eyes. “At the conventions.” She’d had to sit beside him for hours, unable to touch him. Unlike now. She kissed the skin beneath his navel, trailing her tongue down his lower abdomen. Noah groaned, his cock straining as she drew near.
“In L.A.,” she murmured. She’d wanted him so badly, she’d been afraid to even look. Unlike now. She lifted her eyes, resting her chin on his upper thigh as she met his gaze. Noah was panting.
“When we were kids,” she said softly. He’d seemed so worldly, so beautiful, so out of reach. Unlike now. Tension coiled through Noah’s legs as she grazed his full length with her lips, taunting.
“AJ. Fuck me,” he commanded. “Please.”
AJ smiled at that. But she did not relent. Instead, she lowered her mouth and tasted salt.
Noah’s office was an enormous oak room that had once belonged to his great-grandfather Erroll Drew.
During the day, it got a lot of light through a wall of French doors facing the garden, but at night it became a full-on lair, complete with tapestries, an executive desk, a marble hearth, and a bearskin rug in front of it.
The room also had a Noah-size leather couch and a projector screen that lowered over Errol’s mantel portrait, so this was mainly where they watched TV.
One coolish night, Noah made a fire, put on To Have and Have Not, then languorously made out with AJ through the opening sequence.
He wasn’t being particularly provocative, but he was so big and sexy and present, and he brought his whole body into it when he kissed, and AJ really liked being near him, that when he lightly rested his hand over her zipper, she inadvertently came through her jeans.
One.
AJ tried to hide it, but Noah heard her breath hitch and pulled back. “Did you just—”
“That was an accident.” AJ had never been so embarrassed, but Noah was riveted. For a moment, he just stared at her. Then he grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the bearskin rug.
“Do you know how much I think about making you come?” he said as he tugged off her shirt.
AJ reached for his, but he gently pushed her hand away.
Instead, he laid her down and began to undo her pants.
A fresh wave of embarrassment swept over AJ as he tugged off her jeans to reveal her underwear, which were completely and visibly soaked.
“You are so wet,” he breathed.
AJ considered rolling into the fireplace. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
Noah brushed the back of his hand against her panties, and she shivered.
Then he lowered himself beside her, slipping one arm beneath her head and leaving the other over her crotch.
He kissed her, and AJ could feel his fingers tighten against the warm, damp fabric. Slowly, she moved against his hand.
“All right,” he murmured. “I can smell you, do you know that? It doesn’t matter how many other people are around or where we are, you’re all I can focus on.” AJ caught his eye, and he gave her a harsh look. “If you make a joke about Edward Cullen right now, I swear I will stop.”
AJ bit back a smile. “I can smell you, too,” she admitted. “It’s very…annoying.” She closed her eyes and felt his hand press against her. His lips were hot on her neck.
“You have no idea,” said Noah. “At your job? I hadn’t seen or touched you in three years, but the second you walked in that pitch room I was done—just instantly hard.
Then the next day we were alone together for almost two hours, and you smelled like fucking dessert—I was basically just sitting there inhaling you.
Your concentration is insane. You didn’t look at me once. ”
“That can’t be true.”