38. Noah
Noah
“DON’T YOU DO that.” Laurel pulled back to look me in the eye. “I know you would’ve been here if you’d known. You didn’t have a choice. That was not your fault in any way.”
God, she was sweet. So damn sweet that even now she was taking the blame for something she’d had no control over herself.
“It wasn’t yours either.”
She let out a shaky breath and curled her hands around the material of my shirt as though she were afraid to let me go. But nothing in the world could’ve stopped me from tasting those sweet lips.
I lowered my head and brushed a teasing, tentative kiss against her mouth. I slid my hands into her soft hair to hold her still and took from her the kiss she was offering. It was tender, heartfelt, and stirred me to my very soul, and it made that missing piece inside me finally click into place.
It was her. It had always been her. I’d known it at seventeen, and I knew it right now. Laurel was my end game.
I closed my eyes and sank into to the feeling of finally having the one I’d always wanted. She was here, in my arms, and I’d do everything possible to keep it that way.
“Laurel, I—”
“Shh,” she whispered, and took my hand, then she turned and led me down the hall and into a room.
We stepped inside, and when it was clear we were now standing in her bedroom, I chuckled. “Did you just bring me to your bedroom, Miss Anderson?”
I leaned back against the door as she took a step away from me. When she reached for the buttons of her summer dress, I was thankful for the wood supporting me.
“I did. It’s something I never got to do with you in high school. I was too embarrassed to take you to my place.”
“Laurel—”
“What? It’s the truth.”
It might’ve been, but I hated finding out she felt that way. I’d been so enamored with her that I wouldn’t have cared where she lived. I just wanted to be with her.
“Well, I never brought you home because I was embarrassed of Harry.”
“If it’s all the same to you, I’d rather not talk about him right now.”
“Agreed. So how about we get back to things we never got to do together in high school?”
Her lips curved as she started on the buttons again. “That’s a pretty short list.”
“It is, isn’t it?”
“Mhmm.” When she reached the final button, she slipped the straps of her dress down her arms and then let it fall to the floor.
Damn, she was stunning. Barefoot in a white chemise and bra, she looked like my every fantasy come to life.
I crossed over to her, tipped her chin up with my index finger, then ghosted my lips over the top of hers. This woman was everything I’d ever wanted, and to have this second chance with her was more than I could ever have dreamed of.
“Is it my fault you were so hard to resist?”
Laurel wrapped her arms around my neck. “No. Just like it’s not my fault you were a charmer—then and now. How was I ever supposed to resist?”
I smiled against her mouth as I wound my arms around her waist. “You weren’t. That’s the whole point.”
My lips were on hers before she could say another word, and there was no stopping us after that. She pushed my shirt up as I slid my hand under her silky white chemise, and the soft whimper she made had my erection throbbing.
Her hard nipples pressed up against my chest as I nipped and sucked at her lips. Then she trailed her fingers down over my abs and looked up at me from beneath her thick lashes.
“You know something I’ve never done with you before?”
“What’s that?”
She took the hem of my shirt, drew the material up my body, and dropped it to the floor. Then she moved to her toes and placed her mouth by my ear. “I’ve never undressed you before.”
First, she was right, and second, I really fucking wanted that.
My desire was clearly written on my face, because a siren’s smile curved her lips as Laurel reached between us to unfasten the button of my jeans.
“I think that’s something I should rectify, don’t you?”
“You won’t hear me complain unless you don’t hurry up and do it.”
She chuckled, and the sound was so sexy I wanted to toss her down on her bed. But now that she’d mentioned it, I realized just how much I wanted this. So if she wanted to undress me, I wasn’t about to rush her.
I glanced down to where her fingers were flirting with my zipper, and when she pulled it down, I took in a sharp breath. I needed to get a hold of myself, and watching Laurel free my stiff cock wasn’t helping.
I counted back from twenty and was just about in control when Laurel took either side of my jeans and began to pull them down my hips. My eyes snapped open as the cool air hit my heated skin, and when I saw her down on her knees in front of me, my legs almost gave way.
“Jesus, Laurel.”
She looked at me from under her lashes, and the picture she made was as pure as it was sinful. With her light hair and creamy complexion, she looked like an angel kneeling at my feet. But when you added in her kiss-swollen lips and dilated pupils, it was easy to see just how aroused she was.
My dick ached confined in my black boxer briefs. Laurel moved back up to her knees and slipped her thumbs behind the elastic, and I smoothed a hand over her hair and gripped it at the back of her neck.
“Laurel?”
“Hmm?” She inched my boxers down. My cock sprang free, and seeing it that close to her lips and mouth made my balls tighten.
“You don’t have to—”
Laurel licked her lips, making me groan. “You’re kidding, right?”
I was about to tell her no, that she didn’t have to do that, when she took me in one hand and flicked her tongue over my swollen head.
“Fuck,” I said, and tightened my fingers in her hair. As Laurel sucked my tip between her lips, I took in a seriously shaky breath. The vision of her kneeling before me and pleasuring me this way was almost too much for me to stand.
Laurel paused and glanced up my body. I was watching her like a fucking hawk, and as she began to draw her lips off me, my balls began to tingle.
“ God , your mouth…” When her lips popped free and she stroked a firm hand up my length, I clenched my jaw and prayed for patience.
Then she lowered her head and did it again.
She flicked, sucked, and tugged at me until I was a hair trigger away from embarrassing myself, and when she swallowed me inside the hot, wet heat of her mouth again, I was done.
“Laurel,” I growled, tugging on her hair. “You’re fucking killing me here.”
Her laugh was wicked and her smile sinful. I urged her to her feet then grabbed her ass and pulled her in close.
“I want you,” I said.
“You have me.”
“For more than just a night?”
“For however many nights you want.”
I kissed my way along her jaw to her ear then whispered, “What if I want them all?”