“I love you,” I say.
Her face lights up, making the shadows in the room disappear.
She’s so fucking beautiful and she’s all mine.
I’m seriously the luckiest guy in the world.
“I love you, too,” she says as she wraps her arms around my neck, planting a kiss on my lips. A sweet and tender one, making me crumble like old houses do over a long period of time.
“We need to go,” she adds.
Getting on my knees, I wrap my hands around the back of her thighs. I pepper kisses up to where her dress stops. “Five more minutes, baby. Five. More. Minutes,” I beg through a cracked whisper.
“Noah, we can’t be late. We’re going to your dad’s funeral. This is wrong. And rude.”
“What’s rude is how sexy you look right now.”
CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
dani
Fuck me.
Noah’s lips are making my skin quake and my pulse quicken.
“Oh, G-God,” I stammer.
“Do I look like God to you? No, I don’t think so. You need to say my name, Dani.” He pauses, eyes burning holes all throughout my face. “Say. My. Name.”
“Noah,” I moan under my breath.
“That’s my good fucking girl.”
I roll my eyes so hard it feels like they’re going to roll back into my head.
His hand lifts up my dress, grabbing my ass.
This is so wrong on so many levels.
I should stop all this, but my body doesn’t want me to. It wants more and I hate that it does because we’re going to his Dad’s funeral.
What the hell is wrong with me?
My phone rings, taking me out of my thoughts.
He lifts my dress up, exposing my stomach. “Don’t. You. Dare.” He kisses, sucks, and licks my bare skin.
I reach over to my bed, seeing my mom’s beautiful face light up the screen. “H-hi, Mom.”
Grabbing his face with my index finger and thumb, I lift it up just enough so he can meet my gaze.
I move my lips from the phone. “You’re so naughty.”
I bring the phone back over to my mouth.
“Where the hell are you guys? You needed to be here fifteen minutes ago. Ben’s funeral starts in twenty minutes,” she says.
“We’re coming. I p-promise.”