Page 32 of Falling for Fury

He closes the final bit of space between us, the tips of my now tightening breasts lightly grazing his upper stomach as he leans a forearm on the wall above my head, my neck craning to meet his eyes. “I mean, whether it is a good day or a bad day. Even your worst…” he says on a grunt, “can’t scare me off that easy.” His face pulls into a satisfied grin as his eyes trail the length of my body, noting the pace at which my chest is rising and falling, the breathing that is a quiet pant, and my lips part on a sigh at the warmth of his body pressed firmly against mine.

“Tell me to leave, Addison. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but I’m struggling to keep a hold on my control when it comes to you.” My breath leaves my lungs. I don’t want him to go, but I don’t know if it’s really a smart choice for him to stay. He takes my silence as his answer to stay, and I can’t help but be glad for it.

Then he leans in close, his breath warm as his lips graze the skin of my ear gently. “Are we done pretending like there isn’t something here?” The electricity from earlier today is back with an intensity. It burns across my skin, and I feel my face heat as the air around us thickens. I’m lost for words, surprised to find that the sexual tension I feel is reciprocated, but confused as to how—why?

I can feel his heartbeat, almost matching the rhythm of mine as he looks to my lips, his gaze hungry. “Addy..?”

“Hmm?” is all I can muster with everything happening to my body and brain right now.

“I am going to kiss you now.” His voice is deep, but the words give me clarity.

“You said you don’t do relationships?” I internally berate myself, like a kiss means anything remotely close to a relationship.

“I don’t have answers for what this is between us, Addison, but you can’t tell me that you don’t feel this. That when I do this…” He continues to hold my eyes hostage as he brings a finger up and lightly drags it across my hip bone, light as a feather. The contact sends goosebumps across my skin, my heart races, and the need to have his hands all over me overwhelms me. I attempt to wet my dry mouth with a swallow and his eyes track my tongue as I wet my lips.

“…that you feel nothing. Tell me, shortcake, what do you feel when I touch you?”

His face pulls away slightly, his eyes searching mine, trying to decipher my thoughts. Hilarious effort when I can’t even decipher them. I attempt breathing, focusing my thoughts, and talk myself into not overthinking this.

You’re literally overthinking not overthinking, Addison.

I could do casual. I mean, look at him, I can certainly end my twelve-month sex hiatus, and it would hardly be a chore. Relationship is off the table, he said so himself. But could I really go there with Noah, this man-god before me, and keep my heart out of it?

Doubtful.

He is barely a breath away, but he doesn’t close the final distance and I realize he is waiting for me. My answer. “Umm.” Barely a breath. Words? What even are those? His grin grows, and he chuckles deeply before he speaks again.

“Addy, baby?”

“Yes?”

“Will you let me kiss you now?”

The answer this time requires no thought. I get half a nod out before his lips slam on to mine, the arm by his side coming up to rest on my lower back, pulling me to him, holding me up against him to deepen the kiss. The light touch of his tongue against my lip a gentle invitation, and I open for him. The kiss is deep, passionate, and desperate. He tastes like the chocolate of his eyes. The feel of him, his soft lips against mine, is euphoric. I don’t know that I could ever stop wanting this. His tongue searching mine, kissing me with such hunger, a soft moan escapes me. He brings his other arm down and wraps the entirety of his arms around my waist, every part of his body pressed against mine. I can feel where my skin touches his as the electricity of his warmth soaks through my whole body.

Before I know it, my arms are around his neck, my hands tangling his hair with a moan escaping me as he deepens our kiss. “Fuck yes,” he growls. “You taste even sweeter than I imagined.”

My left leg inches its way up his calf as I, quite literally, try to climb him. He doesn’t miss a beat as his hands are instantly at the back of my thighs, and in one quick thrust he throws me up, my legs hooking around his waist as he slams my back against the wall, pulling his lips from mine, kissing his way along my neck and across my collarbone.

“Fuck.” Noah’s hoarse voice vibrates through my body as my hips roll against him. He releases a grunt, his hands tightening against my waist and pulling me down against him, as he kisses down my neck. “I have thought about this since I first saw you.”

My breathing becomes labored as he continues his wet kisses over the skin of my neck, my collarbone, his hands searching and pulling at the neck of my top.

“The feel of your skin, the taste of your lips. Your claws curling my hair and pulling.” His voice is rough as he describes the act my hands are engaged in at his scalp.

“Noah.” I am not sure if it is a moan or a whisper, but my body is calling for him. The need for more skin, more of him, is beating against my chest with urgency.

“Tell me, shortcake.”

“You. More. I need more.” He pins me to the wall with his hips and his legs as he makes quick work of grappling the back of his shirt and pulling it off over his head, instantly discarding it. Not missing a second before his lips are on mine again.

“That Monday, when I walked you home. I wanted to kiss you.” He stops and stares at me. God. He did hear me talking to Riley. “I didn’t want to freak you out. Hell, I didn’t want to freak myself out, but fuck, I wanted to kiss you so bad. I wanted to do more than kiss you that night, Addy.”

“What did you want to do to me?” I ask on a whisper, excitement and something else making my heart skip as I struggle to slow my breathing.

“How about I show you?” His eyes make their way back to my lips, our breaths intertwining. The heat emanating from his body is making me insane. I can’t form a coherent thought, can’t say anymore words. More. I just need more. Noah’s lips are crushing against mine again, and I meet his kiss with the same force and vigor. I roll my hips again as I feel the hardness of him pressing right where I need him, and I release the kiss, biting down on his bottom lip and dragging it with me. He grunts in approval before he grabs my waist with enough pressure to bruise in an effort to still my undulating hips, and he leans his forehead against mine.

“This isn’t going to last much longer if you keep that up, Ads. If I am going to show you what I wanted to do…” He kisses me again, slowly, deeper, “…I am going to need all night long,” he says between pants. Having him unleashed is officially something I need. I slam my lips back on his, arching my back off the wall and pressing myself against him. Finding my confidence grounded in that cage of fury that builds the foundation of my soul.

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