Page 46 of Touchdowns and Temptations

“Oh God!” I exclaim. “And what did your mom say?”

“She was mad, but she laughed it off,” he says, shrugging his shoulders. “What else could she have done?”

“Right,” I think, wondering if something like that has ever happened to me, but quickly deciding that it hasn't. My friends all come from families where such celebrations are avoided, and family birthdays are always a highly official social event, so you can't afford to do that.

Noah's stories sound fun. It must have been great to have such a liberated childhood.

“Okay, go on,” I urge him. “What about your tattoo?” He holds out his wrist and I nod.

“‘A’ for Alex and ‘L’ for Logan,” he explains. “And I like the crown.”

“Very nice,” I say, reaching out to trace the lines with my fingers. The tattoo is not new, it has run a bit, but it is still beautifully drawn and you can see how much it means to him. How much his brothers mean to him.

Noah looks at me and leans over. He reaches for my hand and plants a kiss on the inside of my wrist. Goose bumps form on my body, and I look at him with big eyes. Noah doesn't even think about leaving it at that one kiss, but continues to kiss his way up my forearm. Finally, he lifts his head and looks at me.

My heart pounds in my chest as he leans forward.

“What are you doing?” I want to know in a hushed voice.

“What does it look like?” he replies playfully. “I have to convince you that there are better things to do than chat.”

“Like what?” I ask, moving toward him. Noah meets my gaze and overcomes the last few inches between us to place his lips on mine. He kisses me softly. His lips explore mine. Sighing, I surrender to him, placing my hand on the back of his neck and kissing him back. Our tongues greet each other. Noah pulls me astride his lap. My core touches his hardness and we both moan.

Noah's hands run down my back to my butt, which he gently squeezes and kneads. I know he's about to pull up my shirt to touch my bare skin. I moan at the mere thought of him touching me further. The desire to feel his lips all over my body grows. I rub my pelvis against his, feeling his hardness beneath me. I want to pull his hard dick out of his pants and just push my panties aside to give us both some relief. Spurred on by my own thoughts, I slide my hands down his chest to my stomach and the hem of his t-shirt. Without breaking the kiss and asking permission, I let them slide underneath. His steel-hard abs welcome me. Noah moans as I trace the ridges of his six-pack with my fingernails. His dick rubs against my intimacy, covered only by the delicate fabric of my underwear.

“Noah,” I whisper, tugging at the hem of his shirt. “May I?”

“Yes,” he whispers, helping me and throwing it on the floor next to us. I look at his muscular chest and run my fingers over it. He looks so good. Why not extend our friendship with this small but nice thing? Good sex never hurt anybody. Why shouldn't ‘friends with benefits’ work for us?

Noah pulls me closer and places his lips on mine. I kiss him back, put my hands on the back of his neck and slide my tongue into his mouth. We both moan as my center slides over his and now it's Noah who lifts the jersey and pulls it over my head. It lands on the floor next to his and he looks at me. My breasts are in a see-through bralette that gives a perfect view of my hard nipples. Noah's lips explore my neck. He sucks the thin skin over my pulse into his mouth and releases it. This is going to be a hickey for sure.

“I want you,” he moans, pulling me closer. His kisses move over my shoulders to my breasts. His hands on my back keep circling the clasp of my bra. “Do you want me too?”

“Yes,” I whisper, smiling at him.

Noah turns us over so I'm underneath him. He slides between my legs, and his lips find mine again. From there he works his way down my neck to my breasts. He gently licks my nipples with his tongue. The thin fabric of the bralette becomes damp from his saliva and sticks to my heated skin.

“Noah,” I gasp, lifting my pelvis.

He laughs against my stomach, giving me goosebumps. Noah looks up at me and straightens up to place his lips on mine. He places his hands next to my head and lowers his pelvis against mine. He warms me even more with circular movements. It feels incredibly good.

My fingers make their way over his chest and stomach to the hem of his shorts again. I gently slide my hand inside and he moans against my mouth as my fingers touch his hot shaft.

“God!” he gasps, moving his pelvis back and forth.

I grab his penis and move my hand up and down. Again and again, I let it slide over his heated sex, right up to his glans.

“Cara!” His hand reaches for mine and stops me. I look at him with a grin. My hand is still gripping his dick and although he holds me tight, he gives me enough room to continue stroking it. Finally, he pulls my hand out of his pants and places it next to my body.

“Leave it,” he whispers. “Please.”

“Why?” I ask. “Do you usually get off fast?”

Noah's eyebrows shoot up, and I laugh in amusement. That's definitely a yes.

“You're driving me crazy,” he whispers, kissing my neck, breasts and stomach again. When he reaches my panties, he spreads my legs wide and pushes his broad shoulders between them. The soft kisses on the inside of my thighs almost make me jump.

“Noah, please,” I gasp as his hot breath hits my sensitive center.

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