Page 65 of One Last Time
“I’m scared, but yes, I would like to see whatever this is betweenus.”
“I’m glad you said that.” He grins as he leans closer. “I was getting ready to really put the moves onyou.”
If this was him not trying, I can’t even fathom what the hell I’ll be infor.
The truth is, I don’tcare.
“Shut up and kiss me,” Idemand.
Noah brings his mouth to mine, and I slip my hands behind his neck, holding him tome.
Chapter Nineteen
Noah
I keep waitingto wakeup.
It has to be a fucking dream that Kristin is in my arms. Her fingers press against my neck, pulling me closer while I kiss herlips.
“Noah,” she says my name as her mouth moves to myneck.
This wasn’t my intention when I came here. I wasn’t even sure if I should come with Eli, but I needed to see if she was okay. Kristin stirs every protective urge I have. If that prick had hurt her, I was going to buryhim.
I’d made a deal with myself that if she had been upset, I would give her time without me pressuring her. The last thing she needs is another person fucking with her head. We’d be friends, I’d do the article I was an idiot to suggest, and then we’d partways.
When I saw her on the floor, smiling and happy to see me, there was no way I could walkaway.
“I’ve thought about you all day,” I tell her as I kiss my way down her neck. “When my plane landed, all I could do was find a way to seeyou.”
She moans and drops her head back. “You have noidea. . .”
“Aboutwhat?”
Kristin’s blue eyes meet mine, and I watch the confliction swirl in her gaze. “How much I think aboutyou.”
“You’re not the only one,sweetheart.”
“Good.” She smiles as I drop my mouth back to hers, loving when she opens her lips and I can dive back in. I taste the sweetness of the wine against her tongue. Her fingers slide down my back, but they can only go so far since she’s stillsitting.
My hands cup the back of her thighs, and I lift her. She yelps when I sit her on the table, giving me the angle to kiss her better. Instead of giving in to my urge, I take a second to look at her, amazed at all she is. How the fuck did I get thislucky?
How could one drunken reporter find her way into my heart with just asmile?
She runs the pads of her fingers against my cheeks. “I like this,” she muses as she scratches my semi-beard.
I like her touching me. I like everything abouther.
“Yeah?” Iask.
She nods with her bottom lip in between her teeth, not meeting myeyes.
“What else do you like?” I ask as she moves her thumb across mylip.
“The way you kissme.”
Well, I can gladly give her that again, but I know Kristin’s biggest issue is she was silenced. I won’t allow that. I want her to be confident and never worry that she has to hideanything.
“Like this?” I brush my lips against hers, pulling back when she moves in and tries to take over. She lets out a small whimper, and I wait for her to answer. “Is that what you want,sweetheart?”
