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“I’m gonna need you to,for once, not even try.” I joke, but in my chest blooms the seriousness of my words.
I need this woman to be mine. I have no idea what kind of hold she has on me, but I’ve never felt something so strong. The teen in me is blooming with hopes of having her in our arms. I don’t want it to end.
Fuck.
“It was just a joke, Noah. She, obviously, only has eyes for you.” Matilda sings, wrapping her arms around the waist of some random guy dancing in front of her, ‘Go for it!’ she mouths and goes back to her dancing.
I turn back to my girl, disappointment slamming into me. She’s not there. The spot she was dancing at sits empty, but none of the guys seem to be gone with her. None of the girls either. Possessiveness sneaks up my bones, straight to my brain. I don’t even know her name, yet I feel such a strong sense of protectiveness over her.
What is wrong with me?
Looking over the club once again, I come up with nothing. She’s nowhere to be found. Matilda nudges me, pointing a finger to the exit, and there she is. Leaning against the wall, swirling her tongue around the straw in her drink, which makes my dick twitch again. She slowly turns, putting her drink away, casts one last look at me, across her shoulder, and walks out into the rainy night.
The urge to follow her out is stronger than anything I've felt ever before, and that's the reason why I’m pushing my way through the drunken crowd. The doors seem so close, yet so far away.
I feel like one whole freaking year passes until I finally reach and push through the exit. The rain is turning into a full blown storm, but I don't care. I only have eyes and time for the divine, redhead woman standing across the street. The dress reaches the middle of her thighs, covering half of what seems to be a dragon tattoo, similar to the one I have on my back. They are so goddamn thick, rich and luscious, my jaw is ticking with the need to bite into them. My mind goes straight to imagining them wrapped around my head as I devour her and lick my way between them.
Forcing my eyes up her body, I see her hands trying to cover her tummy, yet there is nothing but perfection in that area. My eyes connect with hers and in that moment I know - she wants me to follow. I might be a fool, but I’ll do anything she wants me to, and not just for the night. That thought sears through my mind, and to be honest, it scares me a little.
She turns around, pulling her hair in a bun resembling mine, as water cascades down the wet strands, and starts slowly walking down the road. I quickly cross the street, walking up behind her.
“I wasn’t sure if you would follow.” Her silky voice echoes through the rain, straight to my groin.Fuck me.
“I would be a fool if I didn't.” I respond, a smile stretching over my face. “Wait for me!”
“You need to catch me, pretty boy.” she says, speeding her steps up after winking at me. Her hips swaying side to side, the dress riding up, thighs rubbing. The picture makes my breath hitch. “What's your name?”
“Noah. I’m Noah, what’s yours?”
“I’m Rory. Nice to meet you, Noah.” She turns to look at me over her shoulder. My name sounds like a prayer on her lips.
“I bet it will be a lot nicer once I catch up to you.” I collide with her back, as she stops so suddenly, her flush, peachy ass bounces against my front. “What’s the matter, Ljubavi? Not so up for running anymore?”
What the fuck?It just rolled off of my tongue.
“I was never running, Noah. I was just checking if you would go after me.” She turns her face back to me. “We need to take a turn right here, and we are almost at the spot.” she says, as if she didn’t feel me bump into her back. “I’m not from around here, but I've been staying at my friend's place. He won’t mind.” she continues, “Ljubavi, I've never been called that before. What does it mean?”
“It meansI’ll catch you.”
She just hums at my words. She knows better than to believe it.
I stay quiet for the rest of the way. My clothes are soaked through, black cotton stuck to my pecs, jeans draining straight into my Doc’s. Rory turns to me as we reach an old green building. All of the lights inside are off, street lamps are off, the only thing shining is her wet hair and gorgeous black eyes reflecting the moon. There’s only a few steps separating us, and as I take one forward, she takes one back.
Her back hits the wall, her arms calm at her sides, yet her breathing is erratic. The rise and fall of her chest is as fast as mine. The air between us is getting mixed up. It’s crackling with the power of lust. She smells like cherries, like a hot summer day and sex in a bottle. Rory doesn’t speak and neither do I. Her round eyes are looking straight into the deepest parts of my soul, searching for every single depraved thing I want to do to her. Her parted, red lips are luring me in and all I want to do is smear that lipstick all over her face. There is one stray strand of hair sitting across her eye, and I lift my hand to move it behind her ear, careful not to touch her naked skin. Not yet, for that is the only thing keeping me relatively sane. If she wants my hands on her skin, I am going to need to hear her say it.
She holds her breath for a moment, then exhales slowly through her mouth. The sound coming out is the tiniest of moans, but a moan nonetheless. My hands clench next to my hips, vibrating with the need to grab her. Her smell alone makes me shiver and shake with need. I feel a smirk pull at my lips at the same time she bites hers.
Furrowing her brow, she sneaks her palm up my shoulder, straight to my hair. Burying her fingers deep into my locks, she yanks me down to her face. I see a few freckles gracing her gorgeous, round face. She breathes into me, her cheeks turning burgundy. Rosy tongue runs across her lips, and my dick weeps for them.
“Noah, if you don’t kiss me in the next five seconds, I’m really going to lose my shit.” she whispers desperately.
I couldn’t hold it past two, and as soon as she finishes her sentence, I’m there, rushing my lips to hers into a searing kiss.
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