Chasing Heartbreak (Dark Love #6) - Kat T. Masen Page 0,89
quick to correct him. “No, Noah, you did that all on your own. I was just standing beside you, making sure you know how strong you are.”
His lips find mine, sealing our fate with a kiss. Inside his embrace, I’m exactly where I was destined to be. I have chased heartbreak, and it led me into his arms, into a life I never knew I wanted.
“So, what now?” he murmurs, burying his head into my hair.
“I love it, our own castle. It really makes the pair of socks I bought you seem less important,” I tease, grabbing his hand. “If we’re giving presents now, then I might as well give you yours, but just a heads up, I like it hard and fast.”
Noah purses his lips, tilting his head as we step into the garage. “I hope you’re talking about my cock because you’ve been teasing me all night in this red skirt you’re wearing.”
“Close your eyes,” I instruct him.
“Okay, but is this why you said I wasn’t allowed in the garage? You told me that a cabinet was being resprayed and no dust could settle in the room.”
“I lied, and I regret nothing.” I switch the light on. “Open your eyes.”
Slowly, Noah opens his eyes only for them to widen in shock. “Holy shit! Is this what I think it is?”
I nod my head while grinning. “A Kawasaki Ultra, the perfect combination of performance and luxury.”
His hands glide against the leather seats, admiring the watercraft in awe.
“I can’t believe it,” he renders speechless. “But why two?”
“You don’t think that you get to have all the fun?” I place my hands on my hips. “I want the adrenaline rush, too.”
Noah pulls me into him, his face lit up in joy. “You’re crazy perfect, you know that?”
“Hmm, remember that when I’m kicking your ass in the water and you’re pouting like a baby.”
“Thank you,” he murmurs, planting a soft kiss on my lips. “This is the most perfect Christmas I could’ve asked for. And for the record, no way you’ll kick my ass. As soon as the weather warms up, we’re taking them out to Newport Beach.”
I turn around to pull him into the house, not wanting to be too far away from Nash. Reluctantly, he turns off the light, slapping my ass on our way back inside.
“Movie night?” I suggest, pulling him into the living room. “A Christmas movie is a must.”
Noah groans. “Okay, but it’s not that one with Hugh what’s-his-face, he plays the Prime Minister and falls in love with that British chick? British men are so corny.”
“Love Actually.”
“Huh?”
I laugh while kissing him. “Love Actually. A Christmas classic.”
“You’re not going to say it’s a rite into the passage of adulthood, are you?”
“Nope, prepare yourself for heartbreak, baby. Followed by all the feels.”
Noah falls onto the sofa, closing his eyes while letting out a huff. I sit beside him, throwing a blanket over us. With my legs on top of his, he massages me before sliding into my shirt.
“Shall we fuck now before you ruin the movie?” I ask with a knowing smirk, my gaze fixated on the flat screen.
“If the movie was that good, I wouldn’t need to fuck you,” he retorts.
“You always need to fuck me.”
Noah climbs on top of me as a knock on the door interrupts us.
“Are we expecting anyone?”
I shake my head.
Noah heads to the door and returns with a gold box. It’s rather fancy with a touch of elegance.
“A delivery this late?” I question, curious.
“Someone must really want us to open a Christmas gift.”
He places the box between us, ripping the bow off. Inside sits another gold box. Both of us look at each other before we open the lid and see the pearl paper. My eyes read over it until they open wide with shock.
“What is it?”
“O.M.G,” I yell, jumping off the couch. “Eric’s getting married!”
NOAH
My finger’s drum tap against the large woodgrain table as the presentation plays on the large screen.
The 3D impressions of the refurbishments to one of the largest hotels we’re trying to turnover is causing my mind to run at full speed. Projections, timeframes, campaigning—the list goes on.
“State-of-the-art amenities, a world-class health center, luxury dining—everything we need to stay competitive in the hotel industry,” Cruz, our head project manager, concludes.
Distracted by the opulence of this thirty-million-dollar project, I haven’t feasted my eyes on Kate sitting diagonally across the table. When it comes to meetings, I always try my best to ignore her, with reason.