Page 68 of Treacherous

I wondered if it was possible that my vagina could have a mind of its own because the signals she was flashing out were all kinds of crazy. And then I wondered why the hell my core was pulsing so much?

He was a bastard – a mean, cruel, sarcastic, oh-so-beautiful bastard. I knew this.

Get with the program, vagina.

How was I supposed to get his top off without him knowing my true intentions?Without him smelling my true intentions…

"Can I have your t-shirt?"Smooth, Teagan."I mean, will you take your top off for me."Ugh…I loathed myself.

Noah raised his brow in surprise. "I'm not a complete bastard, Teagan, I'll get you a clean shirt."

"No," I shouted before letting out a nervous giggle – more like cackle. "No…" I tucked my hair behind my ears nervously. "I want your one. Uh, please?"

"You're the strangest creature I never knew existed," he mused thoughtfully as he studied me with his razor sharp eyes.

Whatever Noah was looking for on my face he obviously didn't find because he hissed in frustration before sucking in a sharp breath. "Wait here," he ordered in a tight voice as he roughly ran a hand through his hair. "I'll get something for you to wear."

Noah brushed past me and I could clearly see – even in the dim lighting which made being able to see it ten times worse – the stain of my err…girlie juices on his white shirt.

Oh, sweet merciful lord...

Think, Teagan, think…

"Noah, wait," I yelped as I lifted the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head. "I'm naked."

Noah's froze – his whole body tensed – and then he slowly turned around and looked at me.

Covering my breasts with my hands I shifted around awkwardly. "And Ireallyneed your shirt."

Okay, so maybe I hadn't thought this entirely through.

My goal was to get Noah's shirt, not lose mine in the process. Now I get that I was butt-naked in the middle of the man's kitchen and all I was concerned about was getting that damn shirt off him.

My priorities were all kinds of messed up…

Noah was breathing hard through his nose as he balled and then un-balled his fists, his entire focus riveted on my body – my very naked body. His eyes never left my body as he reached one hand behind his head and tugged his shirt off.

Biting down on my lip, I allowed myself to eyeball his skin, taking in the toned plains of his stomach, the dark trail of hair, those rolling-pin abs and the nasty looking bruise on the left side of his torso…

My nipples puckered tight. My skin prickled with goose-bumps and my legs, my stupid, traitorous legs were shaking like ivy leaves.

Holding his plain white shirt in his hand Noah made no move to pass it to me. Instead he lifted his gaze to meet my eyes, his expression hungry.

I let out a shaky breath when I saw the intensity in his eyes.

"Do you think I'm stupid, Teagan?" Noah husked, taking a step towards me.

My body stepped towards him without my brain's permission and I watched as Noah's stomach muscles rippled. It took all my self-control to stay where I was and not step closer and touch that smooth toned skin. My hands dropped to my sides and I thought I heard Noah growl.

"No," I breathed, trembling. "I don't think you're stupid, Noah."

He stepped closer, causing me to swallow deeply. "Do you think I couldn't feel you when we were outside?" He tilted his head to one side and took another step until we were chest to chest. "Pulsing against me?" His hips caged me in. "Throbbing?" Bending at the waist, he grabbed my thighs and hoisted me onto the kitchen table.

Closing my eyes, I let out a soft moan as my legs wrapped around his hips.

"You're aching right now," he purred. His hands slid up and down my bare thighs, the friction of his jeans against my clit was torture. "Aren't you?"

"Not for you," I moaned. The pressure in my core was so tight I thought I'd explode if I didn't come.

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