Page 10 of Dusk & Desire

Noa looks at me like I fell out of the sky along with the satellites, her eyes wide at first, then narrowing when her lips stretch into a grin. “You doing alright there, pretty girl?” she asks with a purr.

“I think I’m losing what’s left of my mind,” I say through my laughter.

I realize how much my eyes have adjusted to the dark when I see Noa’s silver ones flash with mischief. Her hand comes up to grab my chin, and she brushes the pad of her thumb over my lower lip. My laughter dies in my throat as my entire body shudders from the sensation. These darned butterflies…

Noa inches closer until our breaths mingle. I open my mouth to say something, but I’m not sure what. Do I… want her to kiss me again?

“Noa,” I breathe and she moans in return.

That moan turns into a growl when the door on Noa’s side opens suddenly, scaring the bejesus out of me.

“We should sleep here, wait for daylight,” Axel says, either notknowing he interrupted something or not caring. “Go take care of nature’s calls, ladies, I don’t want you waking me up in the middle of the night with doors slamming or by getting abducted.”

Yeah, he makes leaving the car sound so appealing. But Noa takes a deep breath, then disentangles herself from me, making me blush harder. I didn’t even realize I was clinging to her again. She leaves the car and I follow, shuffling behind it so I can pee in a facsimile of privacy.

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I squirm, quietly moving against the blankets I have piled behind me against the car door. My knees are pulled up because Noa decided to sleep in the back with me rather than in the front with Axel. I don’t mind, though – her body heat is warming my cold toes.

“Can’t sleep?” she whispers now, startling me. I didn’t know she was awake. Axel’s snores assure me that at least he is sleeping.

“I’m scared. And worried,” I admit in the dark. A rustling of blankets precedes Noa’s scent becoming stronger.

“I think that’s pretty normal, under the circumstances,” she breathes.

I bite my lip and nod. “How about you?” I ask. “I’m not keeping you up, am I?”

I think I see her smirking in the dark. “I’m used to you keeping me up,” she says. When her meaning registers, I stop breathing. Desire punches me in the stomach, hard, and I squeeze my legs together.

Oh, darn it, I think when Noa starts crawling toward me. Of course, she saw that. She sees everything I do. Her tattooed arm extends to pull my blanket off, exposing the sweatpants and T-shirt I’ve been sleeping in these last few days.

“What are you doing?” I ask on an inhale.

“I know of a way to relax you so you can sleep,” she whispers.

My throat clicks when I swallow, and I gape at the beautiful woman, her face coming closer by the second. She leans herforehead against mine.

“Lift your butt, pretty girl,” she instructs, speaking so quietly you could hear a pin drop.

“W–why?” I stutter.

“So I can reach your pretty pussy,” she replies, making the car spin around me.

“H–how do you know it’s pretty?” I ask inanely, not knowing why that’s the first thought that popped into my mind.

Noa growls quietly, a sound that seems to squeeze my ovaries in a vice grip. “I pictured it so many times,” she confesses. Her hand taps against my side, and I obey the command without thinking, lifting my bum off the seat. Her lips move to my earlobe. “I fucked myself so often thinking about it,” she continues. I stop breathing and hang on to her every word as she pulls my sweatpants down, taking my pink cotton undies with them. She takes the soft flesh of my earlobe between her lips and sucks on it. My eyes roll to the back of my head.

“You did?” I prompt, all but begging her to continue. I know she realizes that because I feel her lips spread into a grin. Her hand slides under the hem of my top, stopping just below my aching breasts.

“Yeah,” she whispers, moving her lips down from my ear to my neck. I arch into the caress. “I’d edge for hours. Then I’d come so fucking hard,” she growls quietly, biting down on my sensitive skin. I moan involuntarily, squirming, begging for her hand to move to my breasts, my nipples. “Shhh. You can’t wake up Axel, or this will stop,” she chastises. I can hear the satisfaction in her tone.

Like a hussy, I move my own hand to my mouth, covering my lips with my palm. Noa’s body shakes with her silent laughter. Suddenly, she pulls back, but before I can do more than whine in protest, she pushes my top up over my heaving chest. My body is now completely exposed to her in the dark and I can feel a flush covering it – not a lot of people have seen me like this, and when they did, I always wondered if they saw the stretch marks on my hips, the love handles above my waist. But the way Noa stares before wiping a hand over her mouth makes me feel like I couldfloat away. She thinks I’m desirable.

“Fuck, none of my fantasies have done you justice, beautiful,” she whispers. “Keep that pretty mouth covered,” she commands with a low, husky voice, before descending. The moment her lips close over my nipple, my hips shoot off. The way she pushes them down with both hands to hold me still ignites the flames inside me to a fever pitch. I want to hump the air but she won’t let me and it’s driving me insane. The touch of the barbell on her tongue over my tightened nipple makes me shut my eyes hard. Oh my God. I feel like I’m about to come just from having my breasts played with for half a minute.

When she lets go of my hips to spread my legs, I almost cry with relief. She rests one arm on my tummy, gently pulling the skin taut as the other spreads my pussy lips with a soft touch.

“Noa,” I moan against my hand, but it comes out muffled.

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