Page 150 of I Shouldn't Feel This Way

“Never.”

I stared into his lust drenched eyes and unbuttoned his shirt. A force field of sexual energy circled around us like a cyclone—love mixed with lust, heat, sex, and sin. I was sure it was going to swallow us whole.

He caressed my thighs while I got down to his last button, pulling his shirt open. There they were, those amazing abdominals. His body was unreal. I touched every undulating muscle with my greedy hands.

“Aria,” he respired, his eyes pleading for me to stop. But the way he said my name only gave me confidence to believe that he secretly wanted me to continue.

“We can’t fight the inevitable, Noah.” The powerful connection between our souls was strengthening the longer we stared at each other. I reached for his fly, and all I had to do was unzip it. Just as I was about to make the attempt, he grabbed my wrist and yanked me forward.

“I’m not done with your lips.” Noah released me and reached for my face. He rested his thumb against my cheek and let our lips collide in the most passionate kiss ever. I wasn’t in control of myself anymore, someone else was—someone who was confident with her movements.

He kissed me like a man on fire, and the only way to douse the flames was through my lips. But the relief was just an illusion. I had only ignited the inferno.

Noah growled and groaned in pleasure when I rocked myself against him. The friction was stimulating me, even though there was no penetration …yet. He grabbed a fistful of my cheeks at the back and took control, grinding me back and forth against him. I couldn’t stop my uncontainable moans, especially when he pulled me down harder on him. The lace fabric of my thong was getting soaked.

My heart was beating crazy fast, and I was convinced it would stop ticking any moment. I couldn’t concentrate on anything anymore. The only thing I was aware of was that I was kissing Noah, and he was extremely turning me on. All he had to do was shove my thong to the side, pull down his boxer briefs, and then it would be skin on skin.

Pounding bass was booming out of the sound system now. I recognized the song: “Wanna Tell You” by Village. The music only drove me further to be bold enough to carry out my sexy fantasies. We were drowning in sin once again, but these sins had never tasted so sweet.

With seeming reluctance, Noah managed to tear himself away from my lips. We both gasped for air.

“I’m a horrible father.”

There it was, right on time: the guilty conscience. Oh, how I hated him. I much preferred the dominant, uninhibited Noah who didn’t give a fuck about rules or anyone else but me.

“You don’t feel like my father.” I affectionately rubbed his chest. “I can’t stop fantasizing and dreaming about sex with you. I’ve tried—but I can’t.” I raised his hand to my lips and slowly sucked on his index finger before saying, “I don’t think any rules should apply when it comes to us.”

“There are always rules to abide by.”

“We’ve already broken some—why not break the rest?”

How could he refuse me when I was willingly inviting him into my body? I knew exactly what I wanted. It would have been such a rush if we actually banged in his car, up there on that cliff.

Mrs. Jennings’s voice suddenly echoed in my head. She had been my eleventh-grade health teacher, and I remembered her mentioning that it was always a good idea to carry condoms in the glove compartment of your car (just in case you would need them for later). I started to wonder if Noah had any, so I reached over to the glove box and checked.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Looking for something.”

I quickly rummaged through the contents until I felt a foil wrapper.

Score!

I pulled out a Trojan and held it in plain sight for him to see. “Nice to know you came prepared,” I simpered, gasping when he grabbed my wrist. Noah pulled me closer to his face and stared me down with those fierce blue eyes.

“If we’re going to do this, then I won’t be using these.Ever.”

Holy. Shit. My ovaries exploded.I opened my hand and let the condom fall.

“Good girl,” he said with a wicked smile. “Don’t move.”

I exhaled harshly when he gripped my waist and slowly motioned his hips up, teasing me. Every part of my body was super sensitive to his touch. Noah reclined in his seat and looked up at me.

“Now, place your hands on my chest, and come closer.”

I obeyed him. Our lips were only inches apart.

“Stay still,” he murmured.

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