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Pulling his bottom lip into his mouth, he scrubs his hand over his beard, tugging on the hairs. It’s like he’s trying to decide what to do.
Or committing me to memory.
“I like you like this,” he grunts.
I look down at my body, confused by what he could mean. I’m fully clothed. “Like what?”
When he looks away, I watch his chest rise and fall as he composes himself. His voice is a growl, filled with a hunger that matches my own. “Flustered. Turned on. Needy. And ready for me to fuck you.”
Oh.
He bends down, his hand cupping me through the fabric of my leggings. I squirm under the light pressure, rocking my hips into his palm.
His voice is dark and laden with lust when he says, “Just like I thought. Your greedy little pussy is soaking wet and practically begging for me. Isn’t she, angel?”
My body trembles as I nod, desperate for him to give me more.
With a shake of his head and a knowing smirk on his lips, Noah releases me and strides across the room. My mind reels at the abrupt change. I sit up on my elbows, watching him as he moves to the front door and retrieves my bag. He makes quick work of the space between us, falling back onto the couch by my feet.
I can’t keep the frown from my face when he lifts my legs and rests my feet in his lap. “Are we not going to have sex?”
Snickering, Noah replies, “You have something to do first.”
With my purse open, he holds it toward me so I can find whatever it is he thinks I have to do. The only things in there are my lip gloss, lip balm, bank card, the lease and my phone.
I pull out my lip balm, holding it up to him. “Was this your way of telling me that my lips are chapped?”
It’s his turn to roll his eyes. Inclining his head toward my bag, he asks, “Do you mind?”
“Go for it. I’d love to know what you think is more important than this.” With a raised brow, I wave my hand down my body.
“Absolutely nothing is more important than you, angel,” he mutters.
He pulls out the lease, tsking at me before he throws it on the table. Within seconds, he pulls out my phone, holding it out to me.
Blindly I take it, saying, “Who am I calling?”
With a smile that tells me I’m not winning this one, he replies, “You have some jobs to quit. I’m not touching you until you’ve done it.”
Wiggling my toes, I look down at them pointedly and taunt, “You’re not doing a very good job not touching.”
Noah follows my eyes down to where his hands are gently massaging my aching feet. The moment he realizes, he shoots up from the couch. “Christ, Van. Just quit the jobs so I can bury myself in you.”
I can’t hold back the chuckle as I reply, “So romantic, Noah.”
With a grin on my face, I bring up the task app and close down my account. There isn’t any hesitation or worry as I go about quitting the jobs I’ve held down for years.
Next is a text to Sasha telling her I’m sorry for the short notice, but I can’t come back because of the role. The final message is to Mindy, my boss at the bar. Her response is almost immediate and simply says, ‘Congratulations’.
Sliding my phone onto the coffee table, I look at him and say, “It’s done.”
Holding his hand out, Noah helps me to sit up and straddle his lap as he takes a seat on the couch. “And you’ll take the part?”
And be away from you for three months, if not more?
My fingers fiddle with the fabric of his black t-shirt before I reply, “I don’t know. It’s gonna mean I go away for a while.”
Noah’s hands rub over my thighs and I’m not entirely sure he knows he’s doing it. But either way, it’s soothing and eases the ache settling in my chest.
