Page 119 of Your Fault

“I’m going to kiss you.”

I brought our lips together, full of longing, and enjoyed the feeling of pressure, that unique connection that made everything negative in the past few days disappear. I bit her lower lip, licked it, bit it again. No man could resist the draw of her lips, and that included me. I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her in tighter, then leaned her back, holding her up with my other arm. I pulled back, then came in for more, this time twisting my tongue around hers. She didn’t hold back. The taste of her made me lose what little self-control I had left.

Unable to keep my hands from roving her body, I felt Noah sit back up and pull me hungrily toward her in a passionate embrace that could only lead to one thing. I reached down, pulled her dress over her thighs, rolled it up around her hips, then bent down to kiss her legs. My hot kisses didn’t leave a mark—I’d learned that lessonby now. But Noah grabbed my head and brought me back up for another kiss. In her intensity, I could sense that she wanted me.

I carefully lifted her off the counter, holding her beneath her legs and walking with her to her room. I shut the door and went straight to her bed. Her hands were stroking my hair and neck. I got on top of her and pulled at her dress until it came off over her head.

“I hate that damn dress,” I said, throwing it to the other side of the bed.

“It’s new,” she said, pulling me close and planting her lips on my neck. She bit and sucked, and I grunted in response.

“It’s horrible.”

She laughed. “Liar.”

Finally, I could see her body, that body that seemed designed for me, that body that I alone had touched, caressed, kissed.

“I could spend hours just looking at you, Noah. You’re precious in every sense of the word.”

Instead of replying, she observed me as I took off my shirt and fell on her nude torso. She was wearing a lace bra, but it was so thin, it might as well have been nothing. My lips grazed the thin fabric, and I felt her growing stiff.

“Nick…”

She could barely say my name, and that made me want to keep going.

Carefully, slowly, I kissed her stomach. My fingers caressed her flanks; they descended to her hips and lifted her legs until she wrapped them around my back. My hips began rocking over hers.

A wave of pleasure washed over both of us. It had been too long.

Then Noah pushed me onto my back and straddled me. Her blond hair spilled over her shoulders, and she flicked it back to look me in the eyes. I could see two halves of her struggling witheach other, and I stopped, resting my hands on her thighs and waiting until she finally spoke.

“I…I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to keep going. I feel like if we keep going…then everything we’ve tried to accomplish these past two weeks will go to waste.”

The person who was talking seemed not to be her but that damned psychologist who was treating her. He was the one who’d been encouraging her to stay away from me for weeks. When I saw how her body reacted to my caresses, saw in her eyes how she wanted to continue, I knew my assumption was correct.

I sat up with her over me and brought my face close to hers. “You want to stop?” I asked, hoping she would say no.

I could tell she was deliberating. Her hand rose to stroke my chin slowly, and she kissed me. “I don’t. But it’s better, at least for now.”

I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. We were both panting. I nodded, kissing her on the nose. “You want me to go?”

Something like fear crossed her face. “No, stay.”

I had the sense that wasn’t the only thing she wanted. But I smiled and helped her get out of bed.

“You hungry?”

We ordered sushi and had it sitting on the rug in the common room. There was a horrible movie on TV, and as soon as we’d turned it on, we stopped paying attention to it.

I was leaning against the sofa, with Noah in front of me with her legs crossed and a sarcastic smile on her face.

“I don’t believe you,” she said, shrugging.

My brows lifted, and I stood, stretching out a hand to her. “Come on. I’ll show you.”

She got up, and I waited for her to move the furniture around a bit to make some space. Then I walked over to her stereo and looked for the easy-listening station.

The first song to come on was “Young at Heart” by Frank Sinatra.

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