Page 143 of Forever Relentless

Noah’s gaze ran over the length of me, then, when his eyes met mine, one eyebrow lifted slightly. “Well?” he asked. “Are you letting me in?”

“I don’t know,” I baited him. “You’re the one who wanted to drag me out of the party.”

His mouth curved faintly. “You didn’t seem to object.”

“Still don’t.”

That earned me a quiet huff of amusement, but he was already walking inside. I closed the door behind him. The soft click echoed loudly in the room as I locked it.

Neither of us spoke, and the air grew heavy. Then Noah turned. Whatever he’d been about to say disappeared the second his eyes met mine.

The air shifted.

Slowly, he crossed the room toward me.

“You’ve been staring at me all night,” I told him softly.

“You’ve been making it difficult not to.” He said it like a fact, not a compliment.

He stopped just close enough that I could feel the warmth of his body through the thin space between us.

“Careful,” I murmured.

“You’ve said that before.”

“And you ignored me.”

“Seemed like the right choice.”

My hand slid lightly up his chest, fingers brushing the front of his shirt before curling in the fabric near his collar.

“Still feeling confident?” I asked, feeling brave even though my heart was racing.

“Very.”

That was all the warning I got before he pulled me into another kiss.

This one wasn’t rushed. Not like earlier. Or the time before in the car.

His mouth moved slowly against mine, confident, tasting something he’d already decided he liked. His hands slid around my waist automatically, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us.

I didn’t pull away. If anything, I leaned into it and into him. When he finally broke the kiss, his breath was warm against my mouth.

My fingers slid to the back of his neck, holding him there for a moment longer before I glanced toward the bedroom behind him.

Noah turned his head and looked, then turned back to me.

“Well,” he said quietly.

I laughed softly, stepped back, and took his hand. “I suppose we should stop pretending you came here to talk.”

His smile was devilish as he led me to my bedroom.

He kissed me again.

The tension that had been building all night snapped tight as his hands slid to my waist, pulling me firmly against him. My breath caught when he lifted me off my feet, and my legs wrapped around his waist.

“Impressive,” I murmured against his lips.