Page 27 of The Forever Formula
He was probably full of shit, but I pulled the door open against my better judgment.
“I didn’t bring it up to you because I didn’t want to sway you,” Noah said as he stepped through the door frame so I couldn’t slam the door again.
“Was this your grand plan all along Was I just a bullet pointon your to do list?”
Noah stumbled over his words “I didn’t ... I mean, I don’t know ... I just wanted to ... to do this.”
He stepped closer and grabbed the back of my neck. Before I knew what he was doing, our lips were connected in a searing kiss.
A hundred ancient memories flooded my brain at once. Stolen kisses and whispered promises. First times and the weight of brand-new emotions.
How we went from arguing one second, to kissing the next ... I wasn’t sure. All I knew was, for the first time in long time, I was completely lost in a moment. And in such a good way.
Noah’s mouth was hot and hungry, and when I parted my lips for him, he took full advantage. His tongue met mine in hot, confident strokes, and pleasure zinged through me.
I wasn’t used to feeling like this—free-falling and out of control. This desperate, achy feeling.
Kissing Roger was never like this, but my ex was the furthest thing from my mind. Noah’s hands cupped my jaw, holding my face to his like he didn’t want to let me go—like he didn’t want this to end. I wasn’t going anywhere.
He made a rumbly noise in his chest and my body responded, my heart rate ratcheting up even more.
All my wondering was gone. Noah Hart was a very good kisser.
When he opened his eyes, they were stormy and conflicted. Was he regretting our kiss? Something else?
“Sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t have done that,” I blurted.
His eyes met mine, but before I could say anything else, Noah was kissing me again. He was even more ravenous this time. It was like he couldn’t get enough, and if this was going to be our only time to throw consequences out the window, he was going all in.
I felt the exact same way.
Noah backed me up through the kitchen as our hands roamed frantically over each other’s bodies, as if making up for lost time. Suddenly, I desperately needed to explore him, and he wasted no time exploring me either. He kept one hand on the back of my neck as we took a few more frantic steps back, as if he didn’t want me to escape. The other hand slid down my back and pressed into my lower back, aligning our lower halves.
I pushed him up against the wall, and he hit with a low thud. The wall gave me leverage to press up against him. It was apparent he was feeling this moment as much as me, if the firm ridge pressed against my hip was any indication.
In one sudden motion, Noah lifted me straight off the floor, and my legs wrapped automatically around his hips. Without missing a beat, he walked us straight to my old room.
What were we doing? I didn’t care. It felt too good. The only thing I could focus on was the scent of him, the feel of him, the taste of him.
Noah placed me in the center of the bed and then joined me. My legs parted so he could position himself exactly where I wanted him. The eager movement provided much-needed friction.
He huffed out a sigh in reply and rained kisses down my neck, over my collarbone. I arched my back in invitation, and he moved to suck at the skin on my throat. I imagined him moving lower.
“Noah,” I said, groaning.
He looked up at me for a beat and smirked.
An ancient memory popped into my brain—the first time I’d discovered what his tongue could do—and I knew he was thinking the same wicked thing.
My thought was interrupted at the sound of a loud pounding on my door. It was distant, but the urgency made us stop dead in our tracks.
Then we heard Natalie calling out, “Rach? Is Noah here? I need him right away.”
Noah’s eyes widened in concern as he pulled back from me. He straightened his clothes, adjusting the front of his pants.Wow.
He gave me an apologetic look. “Sorry. I have no idea what she could need.”
“It’s okay.”
