As I peer at the long line of cars keeping me from Noah, my mind drifts to our first official date. . .
Reluctantly, my heavy eyelids flutter open as the effects of only having a few hours of sleep hit me. My eyes are puffy, and signs of a tired headache are forming behind them.
After lifting my arms out of the comforter, I have a leisurely stretch before snagging my phone off my bedside table. The screen illuminates that it’s ten past nine, meaning I’ve been dreaming about Noah for approximately four hours.
As I scan the messages on my phone, hoping to find one from Noah about our date today, I notice multiple messages from Jenni and Nicole. They want to know every sordid detail of what happened when I left the club last night. Jenni is adamant I’m not to spare a single aspect, but, unfortunately, there are no messages from Noah.
Feeling deflated, I flop onto my pillow, wondering if I should get a couple more hours of sleep. Before I can close my eyes, a familiar voice jingles in my ears. “How long are you going to keep him waiting, Em?”
When I glance at my bedroom door, I spot Lola leaning against my doorframe, holding a large Granny Smith apple.“He’s been out there since I woke up.” With a cheeky smile she takes a bite of her apple, sending a crunch echoing down the hall.
Certain I’m reading the clues she’s giving me correctly, I jump out of bed and dart past Lola, who’s waggling her brows at me. I sprint into the living room of my family home before pulling back the lace curtain. My heart palpitates faster when I spot Noah’s truck parked at the side of the driveway. He asked me last night to take me out, but he never said what time he was coming.
With my excitement blistering, I bolt back into my room to change out of my dowdy nightie.
“When did this happen?” questions Lola as I race to my closet. She seems genuinely happy for me.
I yank a pair of jeans and a long-sleeve shirt from their hangers before spinning around to face Lola. “Last night.”
She watches me in silence as I drag a brush through my hair, endeavoring to get the frazzled pieces under control. She appears as if she wants to say something, but remains tight-lipped. I’d grill her, but I don’t have the time. I’ve got a man to woo.
I dart into the bathroom to brush my teeth before spraying on some deodorant, and dabbing vanilla oil to each side of my neck. I’m not presenting as polished as I did last night, but considering I just got ready in two minutes, I’m pleased by the results.
Lola’s grin picks up when I dash back into my room to grab my phone off my bed. It’s nearly dead, but I shove it into my handbag, hoping it will have enough charge to send a quick message to Jenni and Nicole to let them know my plans for today have changed.
“Have fun!” I hear Lola say as I sprint out the front door.
As I make my way to Noah’s truck, I take in many lung-filling gulps of air, hoping it will calm the erratic beat of my heart. Once I reach the driver’s side window, I peer inside. A grin curls on my lips when I discover Noah is taking a nap. His eyes are closed, and his head is tilted to the side.
I gently tap on the window, not wanting to startle him. After his eyes flutter open, they shift to me. He smiles while rolling down the window. A peaceful morning is a thing of the past when the loud cranks of the rusted window mechanism disturbs the silence.
“Good morning, Emily.” Noah’s voice is extra groggy from just waking up.
“Good morning, Noah,” I parrot. “Have you been waiting long?”
Smiling, he jerks up his chin. “A little, but I didn’t want to wake you.” After opening his driver’s side door, he motions for me to climb into his truck. “I haven’t had time to fix the door.”
Giddiness hits my stomach when I crawl over his splayed thighs. His scent alone is enough to activate a kaleidoscope of butterflies in my stomach, much less the frisky squeeze he gives my butt as I crawl by.
Once I plop into the passenger seat of the cab, I raise my eyes to Noah’s. His dark gaze is leisurely wandering over my body. This morning, he’s confronted by the real Emily. Last night, I dressed up to go dancing, but this is how I usually look. I barely wear make-up. I love skinny jeans, and I typically pair them with one of my vintage rock t-shirts I’ve collected over the years. I usually wear mascara and lip gloss, but I was so excited to see him again, I didn’t even bother putting them on.
“You look beautiful, Emily.” Noah places a peck on the corner of my mouth before his hand shoots behind my shoulder. As he tugs the seatbelt across my torso, his playful grin doubles. “So you don’t go anywhere.”
Like that will ever happen.I haven’t stopped thinking about him since we met months ago, so there’s no chance I’ll bolt.
After latching his belt, Noah reverses out of the driveway and heads toward town. While he focuses on the road, I send a brief message to Jenni and Nicole, telling them I’m spending the day with Noah, and that I’ll call later to fill them in on the gossip they’re dying to hear.
My phone makes awhooshnoise a mere second before my battery goes dead. Once its stored back into my handbag, I shift my focus to Noah’s panty-wetting profile. He must not have had the chance to shave this morning. His jawline is covered with day-old stubble, although he does smell freshly showered.
He smells delicious.
His white short-sleeve shirt has a black Harley-Davidson emblem, and it’s tucked into the front of his jeans, which are accented with a black leather belt.
While staring at the crotch of his jeans, forbidden scenes of our time together last night rush back into the forefront of my mind.I’ll be honest, when Noah slid his hand between us, I moaned in anticipation. I thought he was going to touch my wet pussy, so you can imagine my disappointment when he lifted me off his lap and sat me back onto the seat beside him.
I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t feel rejected. If I hadn’t seen his impressive erection straining against the zipper of his jeans, I may not have recovered. It would have taken him a lot of self-control to stop us last night—control I’m not sure I have.
When I peer back at Noah’s handsome face, I notice his dimple is prominently displayed on his cheek. That’s a sign he’s smiling brightly.Perhaps he noticed me staring at his crotch?
