Page 37 of Kissing Chaos
“You’re playing a dangerous game, chaos.” Those calloused fingers skim the exposed skin along my shoulder.
“Who says I’m playing?” I ask, leaning up again to kiss the scruff along his jaw.
Strong hands travel down my sides and grip my waist before his lips find mine again, his tongue gliding along my bottom lip.
“Temptress.”
Is it hot in here? It has to be. That’s why it feels like someone just set my insides on fire. Joey never made me feel like this. I wonder if he feels like this when he kisses Ella?
Damn it. What is wrong with me?
“Where’d you go, Jett?”
I shake my head, not wanting to answer. Not wanting to tell him that my mind drifted. My eyes close to block out the shame and embarrassment. Just another reason Joey didn’t want to be intimate with me.
One giant hand slides up my spine to grip my ponytail and tug it firmly. My eyes snap open, jaw dropping and ready to rip him a new one. Except that ass-chewingcomes out as a whimper instead.
“You in your own head, pretty girl?”
Cue the weak knees.
Nodding, I sink into Noah’s hold, letting his presence steady me. The bulge now pressing into my stomach proves I’m not the only one affected by this situation. Holy fireballs—that thing is impressive. My fingers drift lower on their own accord, lightly tracing the band of his jeans. Noah isn’t muscled to the extreme, but I can just make out the V of his lower abs with my knuckles. It is comforting being intimate with someone who isn’t sculpted.
I don’t hate my body. I have a decent athletic frame and my ass fills my jeans nicely, but it is so much more enjoyable to snuggle up to someone when they aren’t hard as stone.
Damn it, I’m doing it again. Just like Joey said—never present. I groan, my forehead falling to rest on Noah’s chest.
“Eyes on me, chaos.” His hand loosened its hold at some point, and he lifts the other hand to work my hair tie from the mess of tangles before massaging my scalp and letting my unkempt hair fall around my shoulders. As crazy as it seems, this feels more intimate than the kisses we just shared. When I finally force my gaze up to his again at his request, my insides melt at the adoration in his gaze. Why couldn’t I have found Noah years ago?
“There she is. My chaos.”
“Yours?” I ask, silently hoping he means it. Hoping tonight isn’t a one-off but knowing I’ll wake up in a few hours embarrassed and hiding from this angel of a man. Kicking back every negative thought, I add, “Prove it.”
Noah shakes his head, and I can’t help but lose the ounce of confidence that has been driving this bus.
“If you wake up in the morning and still feel the same once your thoughts have settled, then yes.” His hand cups my cheek, running a thumb along it. “I won’t be a distraction for you. When I finally get to sink into you, it’ll be because you can’t think of anything but stretching that tight little body around me.”
Shivering at the thought, I glare at him, the look at odds with the way his words play my body. “You can’t say things like that when you aren’t planning to follow through on them.”
“You like when I talk dirty, pretty girl?”
Heat fills my face, but I force myself to keep eye contact as I answer honestly. “Apparently. This is new for me.”
He hums appreciatively. “I’ll keep that in mind. Now, how about you go lie down and I’ll lock up on my way out?”
“Stay. Please.”
He nods. “I can do that. I just need to go put Sadie in her crate.”
“Why not bring her back with you?”
“You sure? She’s a bed hog.”
“Hmm. I’m sure,” I mumble sleepily.
Noah kisses my forehead before turning me around, gently smacking my butt.
“Go. I’ll be back in a few.”
