He’stoo much and not enough at the same time.
Soon enough, the kiss turns faster, harder, hungrier, and I’m here for all of it.
I may have lost my virginity to him, but I have kissed guys before. But one touch of his lips, and the truth of just how much life-altering his kiss is burrows itself somewhere deep in the makings of my DNA.
Noah’s hands slide under me, picking me up as my legs wrap around him, my wet core moving over his abs. He bites into my lower lip, pulling a gasp out of me.
His tongue dives in, taking it as permission. I’ve read enough books that mention that kissing someone is like a battle, one seeking domination over the other.
No, our kiss is not like that, though.
Kissing Noah is like being resurrected from the dead. He breathes life into me with each stroke of his soft tongue against mine.
This kiss alone tells me that he’s not seekingcontrol, he’s seeking refuge—worshiping me like it’s the only thing keeping him alive.
I haven’t felt morereveredin my entire life.
Noah enters his room, kicking it shut with his foot. Not even seconds later, the faint sound of meowing and scratching against the wooden door is what pulls us apart.
Our lips disengage, swollen from the kiss. Our chests panting with harsh breaths, while we didn’t even feel the need to suck in oxygen into our lungs when his lips were on mine.
When Millie cries outside the door, interrupting our kiss, a giggle escapes my mouth, reminding me how much I’ve missed her, too, even if I knew her for only a few hours.
My forehead falls against Noah’s as he still keeps my legs wrapped around him, steadily and slowly moving my hips over his stomach.
My chuckle is cut short when a moan falls unbridled from my lips, the gentle friction of his muscles against my quivering walls torturing me with the promise of what’s to come. His lips again latch onto mine, sucking my lower lip into his and biting into it.
“I’m sorry,” he mutters.
“For what?”
“For depriving us of heaven,” he whispers, meaning each word as he pulls at the ends of my hair at my back.
“Heaven?” I ask, my eyes bouncing between his.
“Yes, Rainbow. Your lips on mine made me feel like I’m home for the very first time since I opened my eyes to this world.”
His words steal the air from my lungs, and I can do nothing but smash my lips to his, greedily basking in the warmth ofheaven.
My hands slide into his hair, pulling at the roots. The burn has him groaning into my mouth. When we pull apart next, it’s because he throws me on the bed. I land on it with an embarrassing squeal, my hair bouncing with me.
I rest myself on my elbows, looking at him in question as my head tilts to the side. His gaze rakes over me, taking extra time when they reach my curves, like he’s seeing me for the first time.
And maybe he is. Maybe I am too, as I look at his sharp body, abs wet from my juices as they gleam from the moonlight pouring in from the floor-to-ceiling window with its curtain tied to the side.
His hard length a magnificent sight—angry, engorged, and veiny, the tip already glisteningwith the leaking precum.
We may have slept together before, but tonight feels different. I don’t know what it is. Whether it’s just the kiss or if it’s something more, all I know is that I want more of whatever it is.
I don’t ever want it toend.
When we’re both done soaking in the other, his gaze flits back to mine. “You trust me?”
My brows furrow at his question, not understanding what he means by that. But the truth resonates as if ingrained in every fiber of my being.
“Always,” and so I tell him.
Appreciation flashes across his face, and he nods once.