Page 144 of Forever Relentless

“Glad you think so.”

He walked us backward until the back of his knees hit the bed.

Noah sat, taking me down with him, and suddenly I was straddling his lap again — exactly like in the car, only now there was nothing cramped or awkward about it.

Just heat.

My fingers slid into his hair as I kissed him, slower, deeper, like this time I was taking time to learn him. His hands moved along my back, tracing the curve of my waist before settling at my hips.

“This is a very bad idea,” I whispered.

“You keep saying that.”

“And you keep ignoring me.”

“I could never ignore you.”

His mouth found the spot just below my ear, and I tilted my head without thinking, my breath hitching as he kissed the sensitive skin along my neck.

“And you’re the one who took me home with you,” he reminded me smugly.

I pulled back enough to look at him, his eyes dark but steady on mine.

“Don’t get cocky.”

“Too late.”

I smiled at that and then kissed him again, the heat of the kiss growing as he pulled me closer. I unbuttoned his shirt, my fingers tracing over his warm skin as I worked my way down, tugging the shirt tails from his pants.

I slid my hands down his shoulders, impatiently pushing his shirt off, and his fingers responded by finding the side zipper of my top and pulling it down. My top loosened, and he slid a hand beneath it, just enough to feel the warm skin underneath.

Neither of us rushed as we undressed each other. The urgency from earlier had softened into something deeper now — something that felt less like impulse and much more like certainty.

I finally pulled back, my forehead resting lightly against his, my top discarded somewhere behind me, Noah’s bare chest pressing against my breasts.

“Are you still apologizing?” I asked softly.

Noah’s hands tightened slightly at my waist. “More than ever.”

I held his gaze for a moment longer, then leaned in and kissed him again — slow and certain. I slid off his lap and watched him watch me as I unhooked my skirt, letting it fall at my feet.

My G-string was soaked from his mouth before, and the heat was building between us now.

“Turn around.”

I didn’t hesitate, turning slowly so he could see everything. I looked over my shoulder at him, seeing his eyes locked on my ass. He bit his lip as he slowly ran a hand over the tent in his pants.

“Fuck, B. I might not last, you’re so fucking perfect.”

I turned back to look at the wall, slipping my fingers into the strings and slowly pulling my panties down. Giving him a show.

I heard his groan, and I bit back the smug smile.

Warm air at my pussy had me gasping, and then he was there, on his knees behind me, his tongue moving through my wetness hungrily.

I cried out as I came, relying on his strength to hold me up.

Noah lifted me and placed me on the bed. His pants came off, and then he was over me, arms caging me in as he dropped a kiss on my lips.