Page 46 of Chasing Infinity

I laugh, waving at him as he turns and heads back to the market. Sticking my hands in my jacket pockets, I walk across the town square towards the diner. I stop in and check to ensure everything is running smoothly before heading upstairs.

I push open the door to the apartment, dropping my keys in the dish on the counter. Noah catches my eye across the room on the couch. He’s got a bowl of chips and a half-drunken beer on the table, a cheesy game show on the TV. I’ve learned that those are his favorite programs to watch because he doesn’t have to follow a storyline. He glances at me when I walk in and tilts his chin up.

As I stare at him, my breath catches in my throat, my body tensing with desire as I observe him. He’s lounging in a pair of dark wash jeans and a white t-shirt. His long dark hair is down, falling to his shoulders and messy as if he’s been running his hands through it nervously. Noah knew I was meeting Eli this afternoon, and I’m sure he’s been worrying about it. I haven’t indicated to him that I would be breaking things off with Eli. As far as Noah’s aware, I heard what he said the other night but haven’t made any life-changing decisions yet.

That will be changing tonight, though.

After I hang up my coat, I grab a beer from the fridge and pad over to sit next to him, folding my legs underneath me as I settle into the couch. I’m hit with the scent of Noah’s body wash. The mahogany and apple blend. I take a deep breath, the smell traveling through my body and igniting every one of my nerve endings until I’m thrumming with pent-up energy.

“How was your lunch date?” he asks gruffly.

“It was fine,” I tell him hoping my voice doesn’t come out as shaky as I feel.

“Glad to hear it.” His tone is deadpan, informing me that he’s actually not glad about it at all. I smile to myself and stretch out my legs, landing them in Noah’s lap.

He glances over at me out of the corner of his eye. Despite the brusque attitude he’s displaying, his lips pull up into a sideways smirk. Noah rests his hands on my ankles and looks back at the TV. We sit there watching the show together. His strong fingers have taken to rubbing the soles of my feet, kneading out the tight muscles in the arches.

When his thumb hits a sweet spot, I groan, and his eyes flash to me. My cheeks heat up as I look back at him, but neither of us breaks the silence. His hands start to get bold, sneaking up my ankles to my calves and rubbing the muscles.

Having his hands on my legs is doing things to me. Everywhere his fingers touch leaves a tingly path over my skin as if my activated nerve endings are now erupting like fireworks. As his hands move over the length of my legs, I feel a heat bloom in my core as his touch travels higher and higher. The desire to clench my legs together to relieve the ache grows as he mindlessly runs his hands over me.

I try my hardest to watch the show with him, but the deep need continues to grow as the minutes tick by and his fingers get closer to my most sensitive areas. I try to enjoy the sensations, but it’s starting to ache, and I need to do something about it. At the next commercial break, I finally build up the courage, sitting up and swiftly crawling across the couch and on his lap, straddling his legs.

I settle my core against him, noting that he’s hardened beneath me. I undulate my hips against him, biting my tongue at the pleasurable sensation that courses through my body. Noah’s eyes widen, his pupils dilated, making his silver blues appear darkened. His large hands rest on the curves of my hips, a few of his fingers slipping under my shirt hem and searing my skin with heat.

“Can Ihelp you, Parks?”

Instead of answering him with words, I do so with actions. My arms wrap around his shoulders, my fingers tangling into the hair at the back of his neck. Leaning forward, our breaths mix until his lips brush against mine. I can taste the beer lingering on his breath as I finally put us both out of our misery and close the distance.

Noah lets out a strangled groan when I press my lips against his again. His hands wrap around my hips and pull me closer to him, tilting my hips so our bodies collide in the most delicious way. Our tongues tangle as I kiss him deeply. We kiss as if our lives depend on it. Noah’s hands trace up and down my back, finally settling on my rear end, where he grips tightly.

I break away from him, both of us gasping. “Noah,” I breathe, desire coursing through my veins. “Noah, I need you.”

Another tortured sound comes out of his lips, and before I can comprehend what’s happening, Noah’s flipped me, so my back is on the couch, and he’s hovering above me. He sinks his weight down onto me as he claims my lips again, his lower half settling between my legs. I nearly groan at the delightful feel of his weight on me, and I subconsciously tilt my pelvis up, trying to find that perfect friction against him.

Noah pulls away from me again, his wild gaze searing mine. His lips are just as swollen as I assume mine are. “If we do this, Parks, you and Eli are done, do you understand? I’m not going to share you with anyone else.”

“I’m yours, Noah, only yours,” I tell him. I can see the last bit of resistance flit away, and I gasp as he moves to kiss my neck, his tongue laving against my skin and causing my body to shiver. “I broke it off with him today. For good.”

Noah’s lips and tongue freeze, and then he pulls away. His eyes travel my face as he stares down at me, looking for something. “You did what?”

My chest is heaving, still trying to catch my breath from his earlier ministrations. “I broke it off with Eli. We’re done. I’m all yours.”

He stares at me as if he’s waiting for me to drop the punchline. When he realizes I’m not joking, he drops his head into the crook of my neck and breathes out heavily in relief. “Thank God,” he mutters before he’s on me again, kissing my neck.

While his tongue works against my skin, his hand trails down my side until he finds the waistband of my jeans. His fingers locate the button, and he swiftly unhooks it, moving to the zipper and sliding it down. As soon as he pulls his lips away from me and sits back, I lift my hips, inviting him to take the jeans off.

Noah watches me, heat flaring in his eyes, as he slowly peels the jeans down my legs, revealing the light blue thong underneath. His gaze devours the sight of my legs. He licks his lips before tossing the jeans to the side.

“Parks,” He murmurs as he bends down to press kisses against my belly. I wriggle underneath him, willing him to go lower where I need his touch the most right now. “I’m thinking we should move this to the bedroom before I lose control and take you right here.” Noah trails kisses down from my belly button to my core as he says that. Dropping one kiss right over my panties and I jerk.

“Yes!” I cry out when he does it again and again.

Noah chuckles breathlessly and then slides his hands under me, sweeping me into his arms so he can relocate us. I giggle, wrapping my arms around his neck as he carries me. Noah pushes past the door to my room, kicking it closed behind him before dropping me right into the middle of the mattress. I bounce twice as he crawls on top of me, his eyes hungry.

Noah kisses me deeply once more before putting space between us again. He holds my gaze as he unbuckles his belt, the clattering noise sending shivers of anticipation down my spine. He kicks off his jeans and boxers, then his arm reaches behind his head, pulling his white t-shirt over his shoulders. My mouth waters as soon as he’s naked. He’s the sexiest man I think I’ve ever seen.

Noah once again climbs onto the mattress, closing the distance between us until I can feel the heat of his body seeping into mine. Gently, I trace the outline of his tattoo on his shoulder with my fingers, loving the way his smooth skin feels under mine.

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