CHAPTER 48
BELLA
Noah’s hand doesn’t release mine the whole way home. It isn’t until we step through the front door that he lets go and takes a step back, a hand clutching the back of his neck as if he doesn’t know what to do next.
It’s kind of adorable.
He was so full of confidence when he came up beside me at the bar and asked me to dance in a way that sent shivers racing down my spine and a jolt of electricity through my core.
I thought that by refusing him, I could fuck with his emotions the way he was fucking with mine, but somehow it backfired on me, again.
If I’m being totally honest with myself, I’ve been thinking about having his hands on me since he kissed me in the woods yesterday.
That was all it took. A few heartfelt words and a soft brush of the lips and suddenly I couldn’t remember why I was still punishing the man.
I was just delaying the inevitable.
Maybe that makes me a weak woman. Maybe it doesn’t. I’ll never know.
One thing I do know, is that I love him.
Something shifted in me when I turned over that test in Savannahs bathroom and saw the single line on the tiny rectangular screen.
In those seconds before, I was afraid. But just as my hand reached for the little piece of plastic that had the power to change my life, the fear became acceptance, and then it quickly dissolved into disappointment.
I thought I was crazy for feeling that way. That was until Noah sat beside me in the forest and laid his heart bare for me to see. It was then that I knew I’d forgiven him. Because everything he saw for his future, I saw too.
I craved it.
And the only person depriving me of that future, was me.
I avoided him at the wedding because I knew if I got close enough, I’d want to kiss him again. And I still hadn’t figured out exactly how to tell him that I’m done fighting it anymore.
But when he asked me to give him one more chance and I see the desperation in his eyes, I couldn’t hold back any longer.
Which brings us here.
Noah watches me, his chest rising and falling rapidly as though he can’t get a full breath as he waits for my next move.
My tongue darts out, running along the seam of my lips to wet them as I take a step toward him. Hands finding his shoulders, I lean up on my tiptoes, eyes never straying from his as I close the space between us, my lips brushing his.
He stands frozen for a beat, his shoulders tense and hands by his sides before all the breath whooshes out of his mouth into mine, his body goes lax and he melts into my kiss.
Two hands come around the back of my thighs, and I’m lifted off the ground as Noah backs me into a wall, mouth never leaving mine.
His tongue darts out, and I open for him, letting his tangle with mine as he deepens the kiss. One of his hands comes up to clutch the side of my neck, his thumb stroking my cheek as he tilts his head and ravages my mouth like a man starved.
Butterflies that have lain dormant for too long take flight in my stomach as I wrap my arms around his neck and thread my fingers into his hair.
Noah pulls his mouth away, his chest heaving. “Fuck, I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you, too,” I breathe, my head dropping back against the wall as he trails his lips along my jaw, down my neck and along my collarbone.
He bites and sucks and licks the skin, and I can do nothing but pant as my body ignites with a need so strong I can’t bear it.
“Bed,” I pant. “Take me to bed.”
Noah pulls back, his heated eyes searching mine. “Are you sure?”
I nod frantically, my core pulsing with the need for him to touch me. “Yes.”
Noah wastes no time, tightening his hold around my thighs again and carrying me up the stairs and into his bedroom.
He sits down on the bed with me straddling his lap and his hands move to the zipper on the back of my dress, his fingers making quick work of undoing it.
The dress falls away from my shoulders and pools around my waist and Noah dives in, his mouth finding my nipples.
I throw my head back with a moan as he bites the hard bud, quickly soothing the sting with his tongue, his fingers twisting and circling the other one.
I grind against his lap, his erection evident beneath me and finally offering me some sense of relief. Noah groans as I move my hips back and forth, wetness pooling between my thighs.
“Jesus, baby. You keep doing that and I’ll come in my pants.”
“Then hurry up and take them off,” I say, my voice thick with desperation.
Noah chuckles. “I like you bossy.”
He pulls back, his hands moving to the zipper. I lift myself to help him as he shimmies his trousers down and then I move to the buttons of his dress shirt.
“Stand up for me quickly, baby,” Noah says and I stand, letting my dress hit the floor in a pile of fabric. His fingers hook underneath my thong and he pulls it down. It’s barely hit the ground before he’s pulling me back onto his lap and I giggle at his hurried movements.
His lips crash against mine once more and this time when I move against him, there’s nothing between us. His dick slides between my folds, the feeling of his bare skin against my clit sending a jolt of electricity through my entire body.
“Fuck,” he breathes, his mouth falling open as he looks down between us and watches as I rock my hips, coating him in my wetness.
When he finally looks back up at me, his eyes are almost feral. “Ride me, baby.”
I moan at his words, dragging my pussy all the way up his length until the head teases my entrance. I feel Noah’s intake of breath, and I bask in the way he holds it as he waits.
Keeping my eyes on his, I sink down onto him, taking his length inch by painful inch.
Noah shakes beneath me, no doubt with the need to push all the way in, but he doesn’t move, letting me take the reins.
My breathing is shaky, eyes threatening to roll back into my head as I clench around him and sink down the rest of the way.
“Oh. My. God.” He grits out, one arm wrapping around my back.
I can’t help the smile that climbs up my face. There’s something so fulfilling about watching a man come apart below you.
And it’s that thought that has me rising on my knees before dropping back down. Noah’s head drops back, a deep, guttural moan falling from his mouth as I do it again and again.
With every drop, the head of his cock hits that sweet spot, his pelvis offering just enough pressure against my clit and I quicken my movements, riding him just like he told me to.
Noah collapses back against the bed, his feet still firmly planted on the floor and I lean forward, placing my hands on his chest as I bounce up and down.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Noah chants, his hands gliding over every inch of my skin. They move from my neck to my tits, to my nipples before lowering farther until his thumb is tracing quick circles over my clit.
Stars explode behind my eyes and my back arches, legs beginning to shake as I feel the orgasm begin to approach.
“Oh God,” I cry, head thrown back in pure ecstasy as I thrust my hips back and forth.
“That’s it, baby. Keep doing that. Fuck, I’m so close,” Noah says, his thumb still working against my cit.
Pressure coils tight in my lower stomach and my movements become choppy as my walls clamp down around him and I scream out my release.
Noah doesn’t stop though. He sits up, his hand around my back again as he lifts me and ruts his hips upwards, fucking into me over and over and over until I become so sensitive that I can’t take it.
“Noah,” I cry, shaking my head as yet another orgasm begins to build, this one so powerful its almost painful.
“One. More.” He grits out between thrusts. “I want one more.”
His skin slaps against mine, my body flailing around helplessly as he slams into me, once, twice and on that third time, I explode, every inch of my body tensing as I shake above him.
The sound that leaves Noah is almost animalistic as he stills inside of me, hot spurts of cum filling me as his body twitches and he lets go.