“My brother won’t catch us.”
A frown mars his gorgeous features, looking perplexed at the abrupt change in topic. I had to change it. Otherwise, I would’ve confessed feelings I’m not ready to accept myself yet. Feelings, I’m afraid he might not reciprocate.
I let a shaky smile lift my lips. “You said Ezra could catch us. He can’t, unless he came back when I was busy ridingyour fingers.”
Realization dawns on his face, kicking up his lips too. “I didn’t notice. Not when I was begging to whoever is up there to let me be the man you choose to take home.”
There it goes, my heart melting at his feet.
No man has ever made me feel desirable. While this man casually goes and reveres me as if I’m the crown on his head.
I slide my hand from his thundering heart to his stubbled cheek. His eyes flutter shut as he embraces mine with his, leaning into the touch as he places the softest kiss on my palm. “Warm,” he mutters over my skin.
How does he do this? This man, who doesn’t know how to accept flowers, the man who claims he doesn’tdolove, knows how to care for others more than himself, without ever wanting anything in return.
There’s not a single selfish bone in his body. And every single one of mine screams for him.
“Let’s go home, Noah,” I whisper, the words feeling right falling from my lips.
Noah smiles with his eyes for the first time. “Wouldn’t dream of going anywhere else, baby.”
* * *
The tension in the elevator is palpable enough to be cut with a knife, as the metal box ascends to Noah’s penthouse.
We took a cab, seeing that both of us had alcohol mixed with desire for the other injected in our veins—a deadly combination.
We stare at each other from the opposite sides of the elevator, our hands fisted by our sides. He hasn’t touched me since we leftThe Tap, being careful before getting in the cab together.
When I asked why, he said, “If I touch you now, Andie, I’ll combust. And trust me, you don’t want it happening in the back of an Uber.”
Yes, his words do have that effect on me—shutting me right up, and making me want to open my legs for him.
He said that twenty minutes ago, and I know the second those doors slide open, the imaginary line we’ve been treading for far too long would be obliterated.
Like an ominous bell, the elevator dings, halting on his floor as we take heavy steps to his penthouse andenter it.
I walk ahead, Noah following me and shutting the door behind him with a click that’s indicative of the moment we first break one of our well-laid-out rules.
No kissing.
Huh, now that I swivel on my heels and look at him, mirroring the vibrations racking his body with need, I know kissing Noah Miller is inevitable.
It always has been.
The only predestined future I’ll gladly accept.
If someone asked, I wouldn’t be able to tell them who moved first or who tore off the other’s clothes first.
What I can tell you is that he doesn’t possess a lick of haste when he stands chest to chest with me, both of us naked from head to toe as my pierced nipples rub against his pecs, a shudder rolling through me.
He waits, curves his hand at the back of my neck, takes his time drinking in the look in my eyes right before his lips descend on mine. They don’t move, just stay there, basking in the warmth of the forbidden touch.
And god, nothing has ever tasted sweeter.
Then Noah releases a stuttering breath andmoves his lips, sucking mine in his. He emanates something between a whimper and a groan, and my eyes flutter close at the sound.
It’s too much and not enough at the same time.