Page 150 of After All This Time

“Stop being sweet and just fuck me, Noah.”

The mouth on this woman.

“You know I want to, but…” I trail off.

“Oh, trust me. I know you want to.”

She slips her freezing cold hand up my shirt. Her fingers trace the outlines of my abs.

“Your hand feels like you just stuck it inside a freezer.” I take her hand and place it in between both of mine, rubbing my hands to help warm it up.

“How is it you can switch from being incredibly sweet and cute to irresistibly charming and sexy in a matter of seconds?”

“You think I’m sexy?” I smirk.

“That’s what you picked up from all that?”

“Dani, you’re so unbelievably sexy it blows my fucking mind.” I trace the edge of her jawline with my thumb making my way down to her neck.

My lips meet the smooth texture of her neck.

Before I get to work, she stops me. “No more hickies!”

“I need to even it out. It’ll look weird as hell if you have a hickey on one side of your neck and not on the other.”

She rolls her eyes, grinning so big it makes my heart grow ten sizes. “You’re so full of shit, making dumb excuses when I know you’re just going to continue doing it anyway. You don’t need to mark me up to stake your claim on me, Noah. I’m already yours.”

“Not if you don’t want me to and not if you’re uncomfortable. By the way, I’m not staking my claim on you. Wait…hold on. You’re already mine?”

“Of course, I’m already yours. I’ve always been yours.” Her hand works its way up to my chest. “Have at it, Heart Eyes. You know what?—”

I interrupt her. “You talk too much.”

I shut her up by crashing into her mouth with mine.

How the hell am I going to survive without being able to touch her around everybody today? This is going to drive me insane. Just her being in close proximity to me makes my skin buzz.

I walk over to the bed, sitting on it. I move so my back is against the pillows.

She sits there, staring at me.

“Come here,” I command.

She struts over to me, jumping onto the bed and landing right on top of me.

I grunt. “I said come here. Not jump on me and crush the shit out of me.”

“My bad.” She laughs.

She’s sitting on my lap, facing my direction. “Lift your arms for me, Heart Eyes.”

She takes off my shirt and throws it onto the bedside table.

She goes to take off her tank top, but I stop her. “Allow me.”

“I’m totally capable of taking off my own shirt.”

“I know, but you’re going to have to get used to the fact that there are people who want to take care of you. Let me take care of you.”

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