Page 119 of Echoes of Us

I kissed his neck again, slipping my hand back under his shirt. “I’ve already told you I want to get you naked,” I whispered, my fingers tracing patterns on his skin.

“To do what?”

I groaned, frustrated again. I ran my hand up his chest, feeling his necklace before moving down, letting my palm rest over his flat stomach.

“You’re going to have to give me something better than that if you want me to leave my birthday celebration early.” He stroked my hair.

“Noah,” I complained.

He grasped my hair again and kissed me before leaning closer to my ear. “Let’s do this: the club is closing in an hour. We’ll stay until then. We were all supposed to head back to our place, but we’ll ditch them and go fuck. How does that sound?”

“An hour?”

“I promise.”

I grabbed Noah’s neck, kissing him again.

“Give me a second,” he said, moving.

I slipped back to his neck. He shifted and pulled on my hair again to get my attention. He was holding the little bag again, showing it to me.

“What?”

He shrugged, moving closer to my ear. “Let’s do a little more, Atty. It’ll be great for sex.”

“No, Noah, that was enough,” I told him, but he still smiled.

“It’s just a tiny bit more. Haven’t you liked it so far? I’ll be good.” He leaned close and nibbled my ear.

“Yeah, I did, but we don’t need any more.”

He ran his tongue over my ear slowly, and the pleasure ran down my back. He moved to my neck, kissing me with hot, open-mouthed kisses that had me drowning in desire. “Come on, Atty. I love you like this. It’ll be so good,” he coaxed again.

He tried to open the bag, and I closed my hand over it, frowning. Noah moved to look at me.

“No,” I said firmly.

He licked his lips, letting go of my hand and climbing over my lap.

“No, Noah, not here.” I tried to get him off me as gently as possible.

He tightened his legs at my hips to keep himself there. “Seriously? You’ve been on me for hours now.” He had a point there. It’s not like we had been subtle until now.

I stopped pushing him back. “Noah, I don’t want to have any more.”

He kissed me, and I closed my eyes, loving his lips back on mine. His forehead rested on mine.

“Just this once. You said you’d do it for my birthday, remember? It’s still my birthday.”

“Why? We had enough already.”

He held his hand to me. His pinky was coated in the stuff again.

“Noah, no.”

“Don’t be like that. It’s just a bit more. We’ll share it.” He moved his hand closer to my face.

I turned from him. “Cut it out, please.” I had my hands on his hips and tried to push him back again. He only moved closer to me.

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