Page 149 of I Shouldn't Feel This Way

I couldn’t think anymore. But to be totally honest, I loved the idea of being manhandled by Noah.

“Now,thatis what I consider pulling you in,” he said. His grin never disappeared from his face as I reddened and tried to control my own impulses. We were siting so much closer than before. All he had to do was lean forward and kill me with a kiss.

“And I’m not the magnet,” he added. “You are. I can’t stay away from you, even though I should.” His mouth was inches away from mine.

“You shouldn’t,” I breathed, wrapping my arms around his neck and encouraging him forward. I couldn’t take my eyes away from those lips. I wanted him to kiss me so badly. I needed it. My blood was thrumming in my veins as he teased my lips, licking them softly and gliding his bottom lip against mine. He seemed to enjoy the way I was teasing him back, grazing my lips over his and playfully biting his bottom lip. Noah left me breathless and wanting more.

“You make me crazy,” he confessed between a kiss, sliding his fingers through my hair.

The stereo auto-switched to a song by Burial, “Archangel.” I recognized the remix. Electronic music producer Uppermosthad reworked the track.It sounded seductive and gave me the chills.

I felt something wakening inside of me: a sex goddess. Noah was calling out to her, awaiting entry inside her temple. It didn’t take me very long to go from sex goddess to stripper as I began to give him a sexy lap dance. My hips swayed side to side, slow and hypnotic like a serpent. This wasn’t just foreplay happening between us; it was deeper than that. This was a ritual taking place. Noah had taken me to his sacred altar, and was initiating me to become his earthbound deity. His body language indicated his undeniable desire for me. His touch possessed magical properties, as if he were writing a prophesied destiny on my skin that couldn’t be seen by the naked eye. I could see it, though, when I closed my eyes. Foreign symbols were glowing all over me, extracted from every stroke of his fingertips, gliding down my shoulders, arms, and thighs. A divine foretelling was about to unfold.

My breathing became more labored when I felt his warm breath on my neck. He teased me, placing soft kisses along my jugular. I moaned when he swirled his tongue around my exposed flesh, gently sinking his teeth into my skin before sucking back and kissing the little bruised area. Every sensation was intense as I hung my head back, giving him easier access to my throat.

“You don’t want to do this with me, Aria.” Noah left a trail of kisses all the way down to my collarbone.

“I do.” I challenged, tracing his chest to his shoulders. The veins in his neck were pulsing fast as I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his. He pulled on the fabric at the back of my dress and wrinkled it into his fist. My tongue was craving to taste his lust, and I finally found satisfaction when he kissed me hard, persuading my lips to open for him so that he could finish tattooing me with his invisible scripture. I surrendered to this fallen angel that was preparing me for the most crucial moment, when I would magnificently transform for him.

Noah groaned with pleasure into my mouth and slowly hiked up my skirt. He was untamed and I loved it. When I withdrew for breath, he wove my hair around his fist and tugged it firmly, forcing my head to tilt backward.

“You can’t handle me.” He was breathing as heavily as I was.

“I … I can,” I whispered, running my hands down his pectorals.

My stomach stiffened as he traced my jawline all the way to my neck once more. I couldn’t move. He still had his fist tangled in my hair, and I swear his lips must have been laced with some sort of psychedelic drug because everything in the sky was moving at sonic speed. I watched the clouds clear away, unveiling a mass of sparkling stars, while the earth spun like a cosmic globe. It was a trippy hallucination. It was a side effect of his kiss.

Noah released me and slid his hand around the nape of my neck. He slowly coaxed my head forward so that we were at the same eye level again. The sexual tension was killing me.

“I love the way you touch me,” I said, gently caressing his heart chamber. The intensity of his stare was turning me on in ways I never thought were possible.

“Where do you want me to touch you?” he asked in a husky voice.

“Here …” I took his hand and guided it between my thighs, all the way up to the source of the heat. The hunger in his eyes was palpable.

“Aria, I won’t be able to stop. I’m dead serious.” His expression indicated a clear warning.

“I know.” I leaned toward him, desperate to feel his hand rub against the area that so needed stimulation. Pleasure suddenly ruptured inside of me from the pressure he applied with his fingers.

“Fuck …” Noah’s breathing got heavier while I dragged my lips down his neck.

Without warning, my body fell forward and I steadied myself against his chest. He had reclined his seat all the way, and I couldn’t help but feel dissatisfied when his hand disappeared from between my thighs. Both hands were resting on my hips again, and I could still feel his arousal when I dropped my weight down on him.

“You want me,” I whispered in his ear, sensually kissing his jaw.

He grasped my waist tighter and pushed his hips up. The pulsing movement beneath me was too intense to describe.

“I can help you out with that.” There was nothing but seduction behind my smile as I sat up straight and reached for his belt buckle.

“I should stop you.” His shallow breathing was erotic and only increased my longing for him.

“You don’t want to.” I unbuckled his belt with ease.

“Tell me to.”

“No.”

“Please?”

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