“Elated, free, strong, scared,” I rattle off and he grins.
“That’s pretty normal, but you have exciting times ahead, and I’m here to help you achieve your dream.”
“Thank you.” I take a couple of deep breaths to steady myself as I lean against the lift wall.
“So, with Cordelia, did you defend my honour and stuff?” I ask, trying to sound casual even though I’m still keyed up inside.
“I did.” His mouth quirks slightly.
“Like my very own knight . . .” I watch his eyes darken with lust and I can’t hold back anymore. I launch myself at him and crash my mouth into his, wanting him to feel everything I am right now.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Chase
Gettinginto a car with a boner is never exactly comfortable, but doing it while doing my best not to let go of Noah and keeping our lips fused makes it considerably harder.
It’s only when I finally fall in after Noah that I remember Grant...
“Fuck. Sorry, Grant,” I say with a wince, but I don’t dare look his way.
“It’s all good, Mr. Knightly.” He clears his throat but it doesn’t get rid of the obvious amusement in his voice. “Where to?”
“Oh mygod,” Noah whispers from where he’s hiding his face against my neck.
I want to see his cheeks flush with the blush of embarrassment I’m sure is spreading, but right now the only thing that matters is getting him behind closed doors.
“Uh, home?” I say like a question, and feel Noah nod against my skin. “Yes, home. Please, Grant, and I don’t think we’ll go anywhere after.”
Maybe Noah won’t want to stay, but I’ve got my Cayenne, and can take him home if that’s what he wants, though I hope not.
I don’t dare look at Noah, positive I’ll start mauling him again the second I get a good look at him, but we manage to separate and buckle in for the relatively short drive.
The streets are emptier mid-morning, and though I didn’t tell her I’d be off the rest of the day, I noticed this morning that Elsa rescheduled all my calls and meeting for today, the angel.
We make it in just under half an hour, and though we don’t say a word to each other after offering Grant our thanks, we power walk through the iron gate and to the front door in unison.
“Macy?” I call out, maybe a bit desperately, but I’m hoping that she’s not sorting out my laundry in my room right now, that would be too much, and as my housekeeper for the last decade, she already knows too much about me. I don’t want to give her an advantage.
Only silence echoes in the house, though, so I grip Noah’s hand hard and pull him up the stairs, down the hallway to my bedroom, and only when the door is firmly shut behind us, do I finally look at him again.
His lips are still a little bit swollen from our kiss in the elevator—something that more than made up for my first attempt—and I fall into him helplessly. His gravity is pulling me and I have no desire to resist it.
The kiss starts out soft but quickly turns filthy, Noah’s tongue stroking hard against my own in the most expert exploration.I groan and reach down with both hands to cup his perfect ass, pulling him in flush against me so he can feel how hard he’s made me, how much I want him.
In return, I feel his cock pressing against my thigh, and that more than anything makes my blood burn with need.
“Naked,” I say between kisses. “Need you naked, now.”
He springs back, chest heaving with every breath.
“I, uh. I need a moment.”
I nod quickly.
“Of course, whatever you need.”
His cheeks go crimson again, and though I’m not following his train of thought at all, I decide not to push. I hope he’ll tell me, that he’ll let me help with whatever is going through his head.