Page 53 of Keep Me Safe

He tenses at that.

“What does that mean?” he asks, possessiveness clear in his tone.

“It just means those books you bought me are dirtier than you think.”

He eyes me, a hint of curiosity in his features.

I reach my hand up, feeling him through his jeans. He’s thick and hard, and fuck, I want him inside me. A grunt escapes his lips as he grabs my wrists and pins them above my head.

“Not so fast.”

His lips find mine again, and he kisses me, more intense this time. I pull his bottom lip between my teeth as his hand trails over my body, down to my hips. His hand leisurely traces up my inner thigh, his fingers brushing the edge of my panties. Anticipation floods me as I arch into him.

“Is this what you want?” he growls.

I quickly nod, not wanting him to stop.

“You have to be quiet. I don’t want anyone to hear how you sound when you come for me. Especially not Jared.”

My mind quickly goes to my best friend. He would hate me forever if he knew what we’re doing right now, but I can’t seem to care enough to stop. I want this more than anything.

“Kira,” Noah says, waiting for my response.

“I’ll be quiet, I promise,” I tell him. I need him to touch me. I need to touch him.

He stands up, peeling his shirt over his head. His jeans hang low on his waist, and his defined muscles draw my attention lower.

“Look at me, princess,” he says, and I listen. He’s gazing down at me with hooded eyes. I can only imagine how I look, cheeks flushed, dress riding up, my hair a mess. “If you want to stop, we stop. Do you hear me?”

I nod, needing his touch.

“Use your words.”

“Yes,” I say, my voice desperate.

“Good girl,” he says, his voice low as he moves toward me.

His hands drop to my knees, sliding up my thighs to push my dress up even more.

“Take this off,”he demands.

I do as he says, leaving me in only my black lace bra and panties. The bra is sheer, and I thank my past self for choosing this set. Pushing my legs open, he presses his lips to the inside of my thigh, and I suck in a breath.

His eyes meet mine, a silent request for permission. God, seeing him like this is probably the most salacious thing I haveever seen. I give him a small nod, letting him know I’m okay. His hand slides up my other leg to cover my pussy, his thumb brushing over my clit through my panties. My hips rise off of the bed, a small moan escaping my lips.

“Shhh, princess,” he says, repeating the movement. I push into him, needing more friction.

His fingers continue their exploration as he licks and nips up my thigh, each kiss an explosion of sensation. I lace my fingers in his hair, arching into him as he pulls my panties to the side, and his fingers glide over my slick, aching pussy.

“Fuck, baby, you’re already soaked for me.”

My heart flutters at that, but before I can respond, his mouth is on me, his tongue expertly navigating my clit. I grip his hair tighter, trying to be quiet, but fuck, he knows what he’s doing.

“Oh my god, Noah,” I moan.

I know he told me to be quiet, but the music downstairs is loud. No one is going to hear us. Still, he pauses, looking up at me. I get the message, covering my mouth with my other hand. He nods before pulling me tighter to him, his hand trailing up my thigh.

“You’re doing so good for me, princess,” he says, his voice deep, the vibration of it traveling through me.

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