Page 151 of I Shouldn't Feel This Way

I didn’t move a muscle as he gently stroked the side of my cheek and stared through me with a hot, penetrating gaze. He initiated another passionate kiss and I shut my eyes, feeling his lips graze over mine. Our mouths were wet and slick, fusing together. His tongue kept sliding and smoothing over mine in perfect rhythm. I trembled when he slowly moved his hand down my spine. His kiss grew more fervent as a breathy moan fled from my lips. Noah made me crazier when he bit my bottom lip and sucked on it hard. I could tell without a doubt that he wanted me, but was still holding back.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” His kiss became needier and I didn’t want to stop. I only wanted more. It took every bit of strength to not abandon my self-control. I refused to pull back for breath because his lips felt so good. The scent of his cologne was overpowering my senses, and I breathed him in as much as I could.

“I’m getting addicted to you,” he managed to say through wet, hot lips, pressing against mine.

Passion poured from his kiss and swept through my entire body. A firestorm of lust blazed around us, engulfing us in flames, while the scorching heat of our sinful desires burned in our bodies from the inside, begging for relief. I was hoping that I’d break him to the point where he wouldn’t have the strength to resist any longer.

“I want you,” I said.

“Aria,” he growled, his hands sliding up my thighs, reaching the lace edges of my thong. Oh God, this was it …

Yes, yes, yes!

Noah must have tapped into some kind of superhuman strength, because he miraculously withdrew from my lips and shut off the stereo. It was as if the sex spell between us immediately broke when the music died.

Exasperated breaths fled from our lungs while we sat facing each other, winded and half recovering from the heat of the moment. The only sounds that could be heard were the wind in the trees and the natural vibrations of wildlife around us.

“Not here, baby. Not like this.” He readjusted his seat in the upright position.

I calmed my breathing down and hugged his neck, whispering, “But you do want me, right?”

“You already know the answer to that question.” He wrapped his arms around my waist and affectionately kissed my neck and shoulder. I could still feel something hard against me, which meant the answer was obvious.

Noah drew in a deep breath and held it for a few seconds before he exhaled.

“We both need to cool down.” He leaned forward and turned on the stereo again, switching tracks to something mellower and not as sexually suggestive as the previous lineup of songs.

“This song sounds so familiar,” I expressed. The echoing piano melody was beautiful. “I’ve heard it before, but this version is different—slower.” A bass beat kicked in. It sounded like “Somewhere Inside Me” by Tiesto and Allure. “Is it a Tiesto track?”

“Yes,” answered Noah.

I looked back at the audio screen and watched the last bit of the song title scroll by: …Alexander Gorshkov-Chillout Remix

It was amazing mood music. He turned down the volume a bit before he cast his eyes on me. I watched him reach over to the side of his seat and pull on a lever. Now that he was resting comfortably on his back again, he looked up at me with an elusive smile.

“Let me hold you,” he gently entreated.

The music was so moving, overwhelming me with emotion. My soul was in a soaring state of euphoria, and I couldn’t help but feel so sad because I knew this feeling wouldn’t last forever.

“Aria, what’s wrong? Did I do something?” There was panic in his eyes.

I looked away and shook my head, not wanting him to see my face. A painful memory had resurfaced against my will: The last time I’d made out with a boy in a car was in a dumpy old parking lot in New York. He was a senior, and he almost forced me into putting out. Yet here I was, practically throwing myself at Noah, and he was man enough to control himself and not take my virginity in his car—in the middle of nowhere. To be honest, I was secretly hoping he would make love to me once we were finally on our romantic getaway in Italy.

“No, you’re amazing,” I finally said.

“Then why do you look like you’re about to cry?” He raised his weight up on his elbows and frowned at me.

I felt his gentle caresses on my face and took a deep breath, forcing a smile. “I’m not. It’s just … everything feels intense with you, Noah. I’m not in control of my feelings around you.” There was a brief silence between us as he searched my eyes in the darkness. I watched him lean back and open his arms, motioning me forward with his index finger.

“Come here.” His voice was warm and inviting.

I smiled and collapsed on his chest, molding myself into him. A contented sigh left my lips when he wrapped his strong arms around my waist. I breathed him in and listened to his heartbeat. The way he was playing with my hair was so soothing. Unable to resist, I closed my eyes and enjoyed his affection.

“You’re an angel,” Noah whispered.

I sat up, smiling at him.

“I’m staring at an angel,” he continued, “and behold, your demon.”

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