Page 9 of Iris
He leans against the doorway with his arm above my head. He’s changed out of his uniform into jeans and a tight gym shirt. I’ve never seen him outside of store hours, so I’ve never seen him in regular clothes. Damn. The jeans are molded onto him. I wonder how much effort would be needed to pull them off. His hair brushes his forehead as he leans forward slightly.
“Hey.” His voice is soft, but his wings are twitching. “I wanted to talk to you. About before.” He takes a step forward as he makes me take a step backward. “Is now a good time?” His voice has gone deeper than I’ve heard it before and my pussy is panting already. Hussy.
“Um. About what?” It isn’t a good time, right? Right. Dorian will be here soon. The sun is setting.
“You know.”
All I know is I have run out of space to back up as he cages me in with his arms on either side of my head. it's like a bad romance novel-worthy scene. I snort at the thought as our eyes meet. Noah gently tips my chin to look up.
“You don’t like me. It’s a spell,” I blurt out as he’s just started to press his lower body into mine and I feel his rather enjoyable bulge through my sweats.
He gives a slow blink but doesn’t move. “I know it’s a spell. But why would you think I don’t like you?”
Gesturing to my body, I gently say, “I’m not exactly what you’re into. You don’t like fat chicks.”
He stares at me and his chocolate eyes darken. “I never said that.”
“Okay, you’ve never said it, but you’ve never dated anyone who wasn’t supermodel thin.”
A deep growl comes forth from deep within his chest. Before I know it, I'm flat against the wall with his lower half grinding against mine. His erection is at full mast. When he bites down on my earlobe, I cry out. I am turning to putty. That’s all I will be after this.
His tongue flicks along my ear as he breathes out gently with a purr, “You are gorgeous just the way you are. I fucking love these curves of yours.” His hands squeeze my ass before moving up in a slow caress. “They give me something to hang onto. More to caress. I’ve wanted you way before this spell. I just never said anything because you’re a customer. I never date or hook up with anyone your body type because you’re the one I wanted. No one would stand up to you.” His mouth moves along my jaw to my neck before he sinks his teeth hard into my neck.
“Ah!” My mind is gone. All I want is his hands and mouth on me. Oh, and his cock, if the impression of it pressing into me is any indication to go by. “You like me?” My fingers dig into his biceps as his lips move to my collarbone.
His voice is still deep as he chuckles against my shoulder as he rests his forehead there. “Yes.” He looks up, pulling back slightly to make sure we are looking at each other. “I want you. This, whatever this spell is, just made me stop caring that you were a customer. Work can take their packages and shove them up their magical anal holes if they have a problem with it.”
I lose it. Tears form in my eyes as I laugh. Noah’s expression changes from sexually heated to amusement as he laughs with me.
“Magical anal holes?”
“It sounded good in my head before I said it.” His lips quirk.
I'm already leaning forward to kiss him again as soon as we’ve stopped laughing.
“I’m using that, Noah. You didn’t say finders’ keepers!” Igor shouts from the kitchen.
My groan is not one of pleasure. it's of frustration and amusement. “Damnit, Igor. Would you stop eavesdropping?”
“Are you kidding? The guy you’ve been mooning over for forever is finally getting in your pants. I’m not NOT going to listen. This is blackmail gold.”
Noah’s shoulders are shaking. He has his lips pressed together as he fights not to laugh. I just sigh and gesture.
“Go ahead. Laugh. I’ll let you take her with you when you leave.”
“HEY! I AM NOT SOMETHING YOU CAN JUST GIVE AWAY!” Igor’s outraged howl rings throughout the house.
Noah throws his head back and laughs. I watch as his wings flutter so hard, he ends up a few inches above the ground.
A knock from the door cuts off his laughter as I look around him. We’ve left the door open. Dorian is standing in the doorway. He’s holding a pot with yellow daffodils.
“Dorian.” I smile even as I panic inside. Has he seen us basically dry humping each other? Will he think I was a slut?
He steps forward and closes the door. There’s a hint of a smile on his face as he approaches us. Noah moves so he is next to me.
“Noah, it’s been too long.” Dorian eyes him, roaming his eyes over his body. “Three years ago, in Cuba, wasn’t it?”
Glancing between the two, it isn’t hard to notice they are checking each other out. Can I just say how hot that is?
