Chapter Thirty-Six
Iris
Noah’s lips crushed up against mine when I tried to apologize again. I let out a soft sigh of pleasure as his arms cradled me close to him, one hand tracing errant patterns on my lower back.
Nothing would ever make me regret being with Noah. It felt right being in his arms, and this time, we didn’t have the consequences looming over us as an ominous and dark cloud. I stood on my tip toes to get the leverage to kiss him deeply, but he pulled back right as my lips brushed against his.
“We should take this inside,” he said, the husky timbre in his voice promising of what was to come. “I don’t want my neighbors getting a free show when they can pay for it on their own televisions.”
“Right,” I laughed, and cast a furtive glance at the houses around us. I had completely forgotten we hadn’t even made it inside. “Is it okay if I take my bags inside or-”
“Yes,” he replied, rolling his eyes at me. He poked me in the hip before taking a step back to head back to the trunk of my car. “I tried to tell you to bring them here in the first place. You made a big deal about it.”
“I know.”
I popped my trunk and helped Noah carry the bags inside. The second I tossed them down to the ground near the front door, I felt his arms wrap around my waist tightly. His hands gripped my hips and rubbed at them through the fabric of my leggings in a sensual gesture that set my mind racing. I didn’t need coaxing when he tugged me to face him, and our lips met again in a passionate kiss that stole the breath out of my lungs.
His hands were everywhere – curving along my back, gripping my shoulders, and skimming around on my stomach. I clutched at the fabric of his shirt as we stumbled down the hallway in the direction of the bedroom blindly without breaking our kisses.
At one point, Noah hooked his hands behind my knees and encouraged my legs to wrap around his waist as he pinned me against the hallway wall. Something crashed down to the ground, but I didn’t bother breaking the kiss to see what it was. His lips trailed down to nip and suck at my neck while his hands gathered the fabric of my shirt.
I threw my head back to give him better access. Every inch of my skin was crawling with sensation, hot beneath Noah’s expert fingers.
He knew where to bite down at to make me weak with desire. He knew how to wiggle me out of my shirt, toss it to the side, and then slide his fingers up beneath the wire of my bra to cup my aching breasts. He knew how to work the flesh there until I arched against him shamelessly to show him my need. He knew exactly what I wanted, and how I needed it.
Distantly, I felt Noah lift me away from the wall and move along the hallway while his mouth dipped down to suckle at my breast. I groaned as pleasure scorched through my veins and pooled down to the one place I wanted him to be. Gathering the fabric of his shirt that smelled of oil, I tugged it up his back until it bared his shoulders to me.
The softness of blankets and pillows greeted my back as Noah settled me down to briefly toss his shirt off to the side. He stood at the edge of the bed, fumbling with his belt before pulling his jeans down his legs. My eyes landed on the impressive bulge in the fabric of his boxers.
Hesitantly, I crawled up to the side of the bed as he slipped out his shoes and socks. I reached forward to touch the hardness beneath the fabric. His reaction was instant.
He bucked against my hand as I trailed my fingers up and down in amazement at how hard and smooth he felt. The heat of his skin nearly scorched my fingers, and gently, he pried my fingers away after a few seconds.
“You didn’t hurt me, or do anything wrong,” he explained with a chuckle when I looked up at him in confusion. “It feels too good with those little wicked fingers of yours on me.”
“Oh.”
I blinked hazily when he kissed my fingers and nudged me to settle back in the middle of the bed after he tugged his boxers down. He crawled over to settle between my legs, and I wrapped my legs eagerly around him to get closer.
For days, all I had been able to think of was this feeling right here: being beneath his naked and muscular body while my fingers felt along the strong muscles of his back.
His lips pressed up against mine in a few more passionate kisses with our tongues battling each other before he started his way down to my breasts again. He lingered there for a few minutes until I was writhing and breathless with desire to have him in me again.
“Noah-” I started, reaching down to touch his shoulders as he shimmed both my underwear and leggings off in one sweep. “Please. I can’t take it anymore.”
The corner of his lips arched up into a sensual and teasing grin. “Really?” he questioned, fingers trailing up my inner thigh. The second they brushed against me, bright lights exploded in front of my eyes. He continued to stroke me slowly until I was nearly blind from the building tension.
I desperately waited for him to crawl up between my legs. Instead, he flipped us over so I straddled his hips uncertainly. Nerves shot through me at this new angle.
“I’ve never done it like this before,” I whispered, using his chest to steady myself. I was thankful my hair had tumbled out of its bun to fall around my face and shield my embarrassment.
Noah chuckled deep in his chest. I felt the vibrations beneath the palm of my hands.
“I know,” he said. “Just trust your instincts. I’ll help you.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but he lifted me slightly to nudge me intimately. My next breath escaped my lips in a wavering hiss as I felt my eyes water at the new sensations wracking my body.
My fingers dug into Noah’s chest as the tension in my body mounted even more when he arched up against me with a groan. I opened my eyes to take in Noah’s expression with a bit of smugness to see his face screwed up tightly in sheer pleasure. Out of curiosity, I rolled my hips forward and received an eager groan and thrust in return.
His fingers floated up to my thighs before clenching my hips as he helped establish a slow and steady rhythm that had us both arching in pleasure. Eventually, the slow pace became too torturous, and feeling daring with this new position, I quickened the pace slightly, despite Noah’s feeble protests to go slow and enjoy ourselves.
His fingers pressed into my thighs. “Iris-” he warned, looking up at me with hooded eyes filled with nothing but desire for me.
I leaned down to kiss him. “I know,” I whispered against his lips. “Come with me.”
He nodded mutely as I straightened up with his help and ground our hips together in fast rhythm that brought us both barreling down the same tunnel. Something brushed against the bundle of nerves between my legs, and I let out a sharp cry when it happened again.
“Now,” Noah clenched out, thrusting up against me desperately.
A delicious and warm haze crashed down upon me. I fell into it willingly as pleasure unlike the previous times wracked through my body in pounding waves. I twitched helplessly against the sensation as I felt Noah thrust up into me one more time before going limp with a throaty groan.
I collapsed on the bed next to him as we laid there in the dark on the blankets, our pants echoing around the room.
“I’m glad you came to apologize,” Noah said, breathlessly. His hand patted me on thigh teasingly. “If this is how we make up after fights and misunderstandings, then I’m game to keep doing it.”
I laughed as Noah pulled me onto him, not even caring that we were both drenched in sweat. I rested my head on his chest as I listened to his heart hammer against his ribs. Silence filled the space between us for a long time while we trailed our fingers softly down each other’s body in light caresses.
The rumble of a snore caught me off guard a moment later. Careful not to wake him, I lifted my head to look up at Noah’s face utterly relaxed in sleep. His dark hair was a tangled mess from my hands burrowing themselves there.
I would never get tired of moments like these with him. There was no doubt in my mind that I was falling for him – big time. I felt it every single time I found Noah looking at me with that small smile on his lips. I felt it in the way he touched me like I was the most cherished thing he ever had in his hands.
Sleep tugged at my weary body. I tried to fight it, wanting to savor this moment as long as I could, but my eyes closed on their own accord. I fell asleep within seconds of resting my head on Noah’s chest, wishing that I could always live in moments like this.