Page 47 of I Shouldn't Feel This Way

My chest was filling with so many emotions: love, happiness, sadness, compassion, confusion. And my body was awakening to lust, desire, and arousal.

“I need to hold you.” His voice made my tummy tighten as he led me out of the bathroom into the bedroom. “Wait here, I’ll be right back,” he added.

Noah’s going to cuddle me in bed!

I lay down on the mattress, trying my best to hide my excitement before he returned. After a while, I noticed that he was taking surprisingly long, so I got out of bed and peered outside the bedroom door. He was drinking tiny vodka bottles near the minibar. I had no idea why.

Is he planning on getting drunk? Maybe he’s in serious pain and needs the liquor to relax,I concluded.

As he approached, I bounced back in bed, assuming the same lazy position. He didn’t look intoxicated … yet. Secretly, I prayed he wouldn’t cover that amazing body with a shirt. And fortunately for me, he didn’t.

Noah sat down on the edge of the bed and reclined on the mattress, resting his head on a pillow. With newfound bravery, I mounted him and leaned forward to kiss the tattoo on his chest. His skin felt cool against my warm lips. He breathed out deeply when I kissed him there, and unexpectedly it turned me on. I placed another kiss on the phoenix like it was a lucky charm.

“I love you, Aria.” Noah tucked back a strand of my hair behind my ear, staring into my eyes. My lips were burning. I needed him to touch me. I wanted him to kiss me.

“It’s hard to believe that you’re my father.”

“Why’s that, sweetheart?” He frowned and sat up, resting his back against the pillow.

Constructing a simple sentence related to any coherent thought appeared to be a difficult task for me. All I could think about was the growing intimacy between us. A whirlwind of emotions hit me with such a force that I couldn’t even begin to understand them.

“Because you’re young,” I finally replied.

Noah grabbed my thighs and pulled me closer. It felt relaxing to feel his fingers floating through my hair.

“Yeah, so? You’re young too.” He leaned forward and kissed my lower jaw, grazing his lips across my crimson cheek, which only worsened my chronic blushing.

“I’m seventeen—I’m old enough.”

Noah wrapped his arms around my waist and breathed me in, burying his face in my neck. I tried to slow down my heart rate as he caressed my lower back. I didn’t want him to stop.

“You’re seventeen. That’s young enough.” He smirked knowingly.

His eyes were so seductively intense. They were alluring, yet dangerous like a strong ocean current pulling you into the deep end. Before you knew it, you’d be completely submerged. I beamed when he kissed my chin. I swear, no one had ever showered me with this much affection in my life. My brain kept screaming,Kiss him!But I was too afraid to even make an attempt. Dragging my hands down his shoulders, I tenderly rubbed his chest and watched him close his eyes. He sighed while I traced every curve of his muscles with my palms.

Fathers and daughters were not supposed to touch each other this way, but I didn’t care. It didn’t bother me. In fact, I wanted more, so much more with Noah. He didn’t feel like my father. He felt like a celebrity crush that I was obsessing over. I was taken by surprise when he leaned in and kissed the center of my chest, right in between my breasts. It wasn’t like he kissed my naked skin—I was wearing a shirt—but still … it was hot.

“I love you so much,” he said. His bright blue eyes stared into mine, warming my body with his spellbinding gaze. My heart desperately wanted to say it back, but I was afraid to say it out loud. If there was such a thing as reincarnation, I was positive that someone as attractive as Noah would walk this earth only once every thousand years.

He pressed his forehead against my chest, as I glided my arms over his shoulders, kneading his hair with my fingers.

“Why do I feel this way about you?” he asked.

I was confused. “Why do you feel that you love me? Uh—I’m not sure.”

“No, that’s not what I meant.” He grabbed my hips and slowly caressed them. “I wasn’t expecting you to be so … perfect.”

The contact made my breath quiver. I shut my eyes and tried to ignore my arousal.

“You’re perfect, Aria,” he repeated.

“No, I’m not. Really, I’m not.” I shook my head in protest.

Noah held my face and placed a kiss on both my cheeks, then my forehead, then my nose, then my chin. His lips felt warm and made my skin tingle in the most pleasurable way. I felt like a clown for smiling so much.

“You have no idea how much power you possess over a man.”

I want to possess you.

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