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My heart trembled as he edged closer, inches away from my face. Even when Noah was pissed off, he still managed to look like sex.

Quit thinking about how sexy he is and stay focused!

“I’m mad at you,” I mumbled.

“I know.” He stared at me intently and reached for my waist, pressing me against his body.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“What does it look like? Defusing your anger.” His expression remained unchanged—eternally brooding.

I wanted to break the contact, but my arms found their way around his neck, and I quickly yielded to a much-needed hug.

“You didn’t have to react the way you did,” I sternly stated.

“I don’t regret the way I reacted or the way I spoke.”

Smug bastard.

Noah’s fingers slid under my shirt, slowly rubbing the dimples in my lower back.

Reluctantly, I withdrew. “You shouldn’t hate your brother and blame him for what happened with your dad. He was Evan’s father, too.”

“You shouldn’t assume Evan’s your friendly neighbor Mr. Rogers.”

I tried to stifle my laughter. That was a good one. Sarcastic Noah—totally in his element.

“You should give him a chance.”

“You should listen to your father.”

It irritated me every time he said that. But what annoyed me more was how he had this amazing ability to dominate my body and make it surrender, without physically forcing me to submit.

“I have the right to let him into my life,” I said.

“I have the right to prevent that from happening.”

I knitted my brows together. He wasn’t backing down. “I want to see my uncle!”

“I want you to shut up and save your breath.”

That sounded so hot. I should have been infuriated with him, but I wasn’t.

“Oh? And what exactly should I save it for?”

“For this—”

I was about to say something but lost the opportunity when Noah crushed his mouth against mine. He was kissing me hard and deep. Was he trying to distract me on purpose? Well, honestly, how could I reject him?

He moved his hands down my back, tracing my bottom and squeezing it hard. Without any effort, he coaxed my lips to open for him, brushing his minty tongue against mine. It sparked a thrilling exhilaration inside of me, teasing my desire for him as I surrendered and kissed him back with equal passion. I didn’t know if I was drowning in him or burning in the firestorm that circled around us. All I knew was that every time I felt his lips, it sent me to another world. Everything and everyone would fade, and it would just be me, Noah, and the incredible sensations that overpowered me whenever we touched.

Gaining confidence, I locked my arms around his neck and pulled myself in more. My love for this man was overwhelming me to the brink of tears. How was it possible to feel so much love and happiness simply from being in the same room as him? No one could ever make me feel the way he did. It just wasn’t possible. Our breathing grew labored as our lips melted into each other, moving in perfect synchronization. It was worthy of being captured on camera in slow motion—like an epic kiss in the movies, where the camera slowly rotates around the kissing couple, overlapping different angles to create a more romantic, magical moment. Every moment with Noah felt surreal. I kissed him for as long as my lungs could last before I pulled back for breath. The lustful heat in his eyes turned me on, and I watched his heaving chest relax.

“Get changed,” he said. “We’re going out.”

“Where?” I slowly slid my hands down his shoulders, enjoying the way those muscles felt.

“I won’t say.” He smiled crookedly and leaned into my ear, whispering, “You’ll just have to trust me.”

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