Page 67 of Treacherous

I wrapped my legs around Noah's waist and held on for dear life. "Dammit, Teagan, move your hands," he grumbled.

"Sorry," I whispered and moved my hands from where I was covering his eyes.

"Hold on tight," he ordered and I tightened my grip on his neck. I felt his Adams apple bob against my fingers. "Not…that…tight," he complained, gripping my bare thighs firmly.

A hot flash of desire hit me directly in the groin and the way Noah moved, jostling us as he climbed over the wall wasn't doing anything to ease the tension in my body.

The throbbing increased and I moaned when he jumped to the ground, my clit receiving some serious one on one from his back.

"You're really scared, aren't you?" Noah asked in a softer tone when we reached his back door. His breath tickled my forearm. "Your entire body is shaking."

"Mmm," was all I replied – all I dared to allow myself to say as I climbed down from his back and shifted around nervously from foot to foot.

"Where's your family tonight?" I asked him when Noah opened his door and let us inside. I was pleasantly surprised to see his kitchen, which was similar to mine, was lit with several soft-glowing candles. "Are they here?" The silence was eerie and I remembered the murders in the house across the street.

"Stop asking questions," he mumbled, closing the door behind me.

"Are you home alone?" My eyes followed his movements. "All by yourself?"

"Yeah, I'm home alone, please don't call CPS," Noah mocked before rolling his eyes. "I'm eighteen, Teagan, not eight."

"I didn't mean..." I felt my cheeks redden. "Forget it."

"What were you doing outside?" His brown eyes studied me closely and I could feel my cheeks reddening.

"I'm afraid of the dark," I blurted out.

"You're afraid of the dark so you go outside in thedark," he stated in an irritated tone as he stood with his back to the door, frowning at me. "You're wet."

"What? N-no, I'm not," I argued, my voice squeaky and high-pitched as I discreetly crossed my legs.

"You're soaking," he corrected me. "It's dark in here but I'm not blind, Teagan."

I automatically looked down which was the about the worst thing I could do because not only did I realize I was wet, I learned Noah was right about something else. I was soaking.

Droplets of rain covered my skin. My thighs were sticky,Iwas drenched and my only saving grace was the fact that Uncle Max's red t-shirt fell to my thighs.

Die, die, dear god let me die…

You hate him…don't you?

It's okay, you're both mature people.

It's a natural occurrence. Just…shake it off.

And that's about when I realized another thing. Noah gave me a piggyback.

A freaking piggyback.

A high-pitched whine slipped out of my mouth and I truly felt like lifting my face towards the sky and howling like a wolf. Because of Noah Messina's exceptional ability to summon a tsunami from my vagina I was going to spend the rest of the school year being tortured. Mortification and sexual frustration festered inside of my body. I would never live this down.Hewould never let me live this down –ifhe knew…

Did he know?

I studied his face.

He didn't look like he knew.

He looked…well he looked rigid. He was frowning – nothing new there – and his hands were balled into fists at his sides.

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