Page 41 of Noah

It was just the two of us, lost in a world where nothing else mattered. When we finally pulled apart, his eyes were wide, his cheeks flushed.

“Goodnight, Noah,” I whispered, stepping back reluctantly.

He bit his lip, glancing down at his keys before looking back up at me.

“Do you want to come inside?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, but the invitation was clear.

I was momentarily stunned, my mind racing. But the answer was obvious.

“Yeah,” I said, a smile tugging at my lips. “I’d like that.”

He unlocked the door, and I followed him inside, the warmth of his apartment enveloping us.

The door clicked shut behind me, and for a moment, we just stood there, staring at each other, the tension thick in the air.

Noah took a step closer, his fingers brushing against my chest, tentative but determined.

I met him halfway, capturing his lips again in a kiss that was hungrier, more urgent. His hands slid up my arms, around my neck, pulling me closer.

I could feel the rapid beat of his heart against my chest, matching my own. I guided him gently toward the couch, our movements fluid, synchronized.

I tangled my fingers into his hair, and trailed kisses down his jaw, to the sensitive spot just beneath his ear.

Noah shivered beneath my touch, his breath coming in soft gasps.

I loved the way he responded to me, and silently marvelled at the way his body fit so perfectly against mine.

Noah pulled back slightly, his eyes searching mine.

“Jackson,” he whispered, his voice laced with both desire and vulnerability.

I cupped his face in my hands, brushing a thumb over his cheek.

“Noah,” I said, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “Tell me if we’re going too fast.”

“No, we’re not. Please continue.”

I slid my hands down his chest, tugging at his shirt. I worked on the buttons of his shirt, sliding it off his shoulders and revealing the smooth, warm skin beneath.

I let my gaze roam over his gorgeous body, taking in every inch. All mine, I thought and my wolf agreed.

A growl slipped from my lips but Noah didn’t seem to mind the sound. Noah returned the favour, peeling my shirt off my body.

We stood there for a moment, drinking each other in, before I leaned down, capturing his lips once more.

Our kisses grew more passionate, more insistent. I lifted him effortlessly, carrying him toward the bedroom.

He wrapped his legs around my waist, his arms tightening around my neck, and I could feel the heat of his body against mine.

The way he clung to me as if afraid to let go.

In his room, I laid him down gently on the bed, hovering over him. His hands explored my back, his touch igniting a fire beneath my skin.

I kissed him deeply, my lips trailing down his neck, his collarbone, the faint taste of salt on my tongue as I explored every inch of him.

His fingers found their way to the waistband of my jeans, fumbling slightly, and I smiled against his skin, helping him along the way.

We undressed each other slowly, savoring every moment, every touch, every whispered word.

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