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“Of course I’ll help,” I murmured, half hating myself for giving in so easily, and half pleased at the thought that he’d come to me with this request.
At that moment, music blasted out of the speakers directly above us and we jumped apart like we’d just been caught doing something we shouldn’t have been doing. We both laughed, hands to our hearts and color rushing into our cheeks, and then stopped when we realized what song was playing.
“Your favorite,” he said, grinning.
I tipped my head, grinning back, but didn’t answer. It was a slow song and one that I played whenever I was feeling particularly happy. One of those songs that lifted you up and made you feel as though the world was at your fingertips, angel wings sprouting from your back. I adored this song.
I hadn’t realized Noah knew that, though.
He gave me a long, hot look, and then extended one hand toward me. “Dance with me.”
I didn’t think about it. Didn’t take the time to let my brain talk me out of it. Because this was the most romantic thing that had ever happened to me, and the fact that it was happening with Noah just made it even better. I held my hand up and breathed out slowly when he took it, pulling me into him and placing my hands on his shoulders. His hands slid around my lower back, fingertips dipping down under the waistband of my jeans, and we started to sway slowly in the night.
“Dancing in a parking lot in the middle of the night,” he breathed, his eyes drilling into my soul. “How very cliché.”
“Terrible,” I agreed. “We’re one of those couples people write books about.”
He rolled his eyes in mock disgust. “I’m embarrassed for us. Thank God no one’s out here to see it.”
“Thank God,” I echoed.
He took my hand and used his other to spin me suddenly, the world around me going blurry, and then yanked me back into his body. And when I came to a stop, his face was a whole lot closer.
“Know what would make it even worse?” he asked.
God, he smelled of cigarettes and whiskey and everything familiar, and his face was way too close. This was a very bad idea. Like, monumentally bad.
“What?”
He didn’t answer me with words. Instead, he brought one hand up to my cheek, cupping my jaw carefully, his eyes going deep and fathomless. Then he leaned down and claimed my mouth, his lips soft and full and incredibly gentle.
And I didn’t know if I’d gone to heaven or hell or someplace in between.
I didn’t care.
I was dancing in a dark parking lot with Noah Michael, and he was kissing me. And honestly, nothing else in the world mattered more than that.
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NOAH
God, I should have done this years ago. She was so gorgeous, so pliant, under my lips, and it was so fucking right I could hardly believe it. My body was singing with need for her, and my cock was already so hard it was painful. All of my blood had rushed to my lips, my fingertips, my cock, and I could think of nothing but her.
Molly. My Molly. Her skin was even softer than I remembered, or maybe that was because I was touching her more gently now. I pressed my fingers into her jaw, tilting her head for me, and tasted her more deeply. I loved how she opened up for me. How she was already pushing against me, her body molding to mine like it was meant to be there.
And we were in the middle of a fucking parking lot.
Shit.
I broke the kiss and looked down at her. Her face was flushed, her lips already swollen like we’d been kissing for hours, and for a moment I wondered if that was how her lips always reacted to being kissed. God, had she ever even kissed another guy? I had no idea.
Right now, I didn’t care. I wanted her to myself in a place where no one would interrupt us, and I wanted it now.
“We can’t stay out here,” I murmured, my mind already searching for a place we could be alone. We were still at the venue, which meant I didn’t have a room handy, but there had to be someplace we could go.
Ah. I remembered looking up at the building when we got here, confused that it had so many stories. That would be perfect. There were upstairs floors, and with luck, they’d be deserted.
I took her hand and turned her, ushering her back through the door into the venue.
