Page 72 of More Than Just Friends

And he said he wanted to talk about us.

We didn’t get to do that on the boat. Other guests kept walking past and giving us funny looks so he was right when he’d said it was best to do it in private. Instead we’d spent the rest of the journey alternating between reading on our Kindles, checking our phones and admiring the views of the other Greek islands we passed.

Once the boat docked, we were driven to the hotel with the rest of the guests and now we were in our rooms. Our separate rooms.

There was a knock at my door.

When I opened it, Noah was standing there and as soon as I caught sight of him, my heart raced.

Maybe he’d come to finish what we’d almost started on the boat.

My horny vagina fluttered with excitement.

‘Hi!’ I said, a little too enthusiastically.

‘Hey,’ he replied. ‘How’s your room?’

‘Good. Great. Amazing! Do you want to come in? To have a look. At the room. Not to…’

See. This was what I was worried about. We hadn’t even kissed and stuff was already awkward between us.

‘No, it’s… thanks,’ he stuttered. ‘I came to see what you fancied doing. Want to get a car into Chora, the main town?’

‘Oh! Yeah. Right. Course! I’ll just grab my bag.’

Petros had said that we had the whole day and night to spend however we wanted. We had a chauffeur-driven car available for use at all times so we wouldn’t have to worry about how to get out and about.

Once I’d left my room, we headed to reception to order a car. Five minutes later the receptionist announced that it had arrived.

As I slid onto the back seat and Noah’s fresh scent surrounded me, I suddenly wished that we were being transported in the luxury coach with the other guests so that we wouldn’t be alone.

The pull between us before was strong, but now it was full-blown magnetic and I really didn’t trust myself not to jump him.

Especially as there was no such thing as an aisle seat in a car. My only option was the middle seat, which meant I had to sit even closer to Noah.

Our knees brushed then rested against each other’s.

I should move away or at least angle my legs to the side to create some distance.

But I didn’t want to.

Thick sexual tension filled the air and combined with the electricity that was pulsing between us, it was almost too much to bear.

I started playing with a loose thread on the hem of my dress in a feeble attempt to distract myself. But instead of taking my mind off how good Noah’s thighs looked in those shorts, all I could think of was how much I wanted him to slide his hand between my legs.

Oh God.

My clit throbbed with need.

Shit. I had it bad.

Sammie said there was a privacy screen in their chauffeur-driven cars, right? I looked up and sure enough, there was one across the back of the driver and front passenger seats.

Even if no one could see what we got up to, Noah wouldn’t make the first move. He might still think that I was upset.

No. If I wanted something to happen, I had to be the one to initiate it.

Just as I was contemplating whether or not I had the guts to be so forward, Noah broke the silence.