Page 102 of Wanted You More

But if not here, then where? More importantly,when? I’m afraid if we let ourselves think for too long, we’ll talk ourselves out of it.

That’s the last thing I want right now.

“Do you trust me?” I ask him.

Vulnerability seeps into my chest as I wait for a genuine answer. His eyes are darkened with lust, his lips are swollen from our kisses, and his cheeks are flushed from whatever thoughts he’s clearly having about me.

But then he says one word that changes everything. Three letters. It’s not a whisper, yet the tone of his voice caresses me like a gentle breeze against my overheated skin.

“Yes.”

Those dark eyes glisten with something new as they pierce mine, and I realize how vulnerable he feels right now too.

I lean in slowly and kiss him. It barely lasts a few seconds, but the soft, brief gesture has him releasing the slightest sigh of relief that he’d clearly been holding on to.

This is the first time I’ve been nervous about being with anyone. Usually, I’m confident and cocky because I know what I’m doing. But with Noah, I don’t know anything at all.

There’s a slight shake to my fingers as I undo the button of his jeans and work down his zipper. I let out a faint breath as I try getting his boxer briefs down. After a moment of fumbling, Noah helps by arching his hips to let me free what I want of him.

I wrap my hand around the base of his hard length and listen to the sharp breath he inhales as I work him with my palm.

He doesn’t say anything, so neither do I.

It’s not about the words anyway.

A lot can be said with actions.

Which is why he tilts my chin up to meet his eyes as I work him and lean forward to kiss me. It’s a tender yet seductive twist of his tongue against mine that has my grip on him tightening ever so slightly. It’s enough for him to jerk in my hand and cuss into my mouth, his teeth biting down into my bottom lip.

One of his hands moves to grip the back of my neck, while the other trails between us and presses against me. I let out a shuddered breath as I battle his mouth and move upward to slide my jeans off.

He takes advantage, moving the thin piece of fabric left covering me aside to work the pad of his thumb against the sensitive bundle of nerves that have my thighs shaking.

I’m not used to guys being so attentive to me, so it’s a foreign feeling when my stomach tightens as the sensation of him working me takes over my limbs. I let out a drawn-out moan as my head falls back and absorb the feeling of him teasing me.

This time, it’s me grabbing his wrist to stop him before I completely lose it. He watches every move I make as I climb back onto his lap and grab ahold of him, guiding him to my entrance.

His hands settle back onto my hips. “We don’t have to do this.”

“I know we don’t,” I say. But it doesn’t stop me from ever so slowly sinking onto him, watching his jaw grind and neck tense as he drops his head onto the headrest.

“Fuck, Austen. That feels—” His words are cut off by a guttural groan as I grind and swivel my hips to work him deeper. “This feels so much better than I imagined it would. You have no goddamn idea.”

Those words do more to me than he’ll ever know. “This is a first for me,” I tell him, feeling his fingers dig into my hips from the admission. “Not, you know,this, but the first time I’m doing it and it’s meant something.”

His lips part, but any logical response is cut off when I slide up and back down on him again and repeat the same delicious movements that have him hitting every spot inside me.

My hands go to his shoulders, holding on as I work him. The truck moves with each drop of my hips, creating an erotic noise that goes beyond the ones he’s making as I ride him.

Afraid of saying too much, I decide to busy my mouth with his. Our kisses start off sweet and desperate, masking the noises we both make as I bring us to the brink of something I never quite knew would ever happen for us.

Desperation has me moving faster, Noah’s hands staying on my hips to guide me until neither of us can hold back anymore.

“I’m going to cum,” he warns, starting to lift me off him.

“Don’t,” I plead, continuing the same ministrations that have him looking desperate.

“Austen—”

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