I forced myself to lift my head, but it was no easy feat.
Her eyes were dark, and her lips puffy as she stared up at me. “What was that about?”
Fuck me. Even the sound of her voice revved the need driving me.
Chapter 7
Sasha
“A kiss,” Noah answered, his voice gruff and husked with an edge.
A shiver raced over the surface of my skin, goose bumps following in its wake, and my nipples tightening to an ache. I was acutely aware of the slick need between my thighs. I shifted restlessly on my feet in a futile effort to relieve the pressure building there.
“I thought that wasn’t smart,” I heard myself say, my voice coming out all breathy.
I felt so foolish around Noah. Maybe I’d been a scandal in high school, but I was anything but since then. I knew he was far more experienced than me, most certainly with having casual fun.
“Maybe I don’t care if it’s smart or not.”
He was plastered against me, and I felt the hot, hard press of his arousal in the cradle of my hips and wished we were already home. It was enough that I’d already decided I wanted to act on my desire, but I didn’t feel crazy enough to do something about it right here. A gust of wind blew through the parking lot, and I shivered slightly.
He stepped back, and I heard the click of the door latch when he reached around me. “Let’s get home.”
A few minutes later, I learned that the small space in a car could feel incredibly crowded. The air felt heavy, almost like a charge about to go off.
I was hot all over with my skin prickly. Need was racing through my body in a loop, and I needed a way to discharge the intense, unfamiliar feeling. I had vague memories of that old high school boyfriend, the one who got me pregnant. When you were young, sex was kind of hit or miss. It wasn’t great, but I did remember the excitement before, feeling like maybe something good would happen. The few sexual encounters I’d had since then—dating relationships that went nowhere—had left a lot to be desired.
My endless to-do list was always hovering in the back of my thoughts. I just couldn’t relax enough to enjoy sex. Noah had this strange effect on me, leaving me more turned on than I’d ever been. And I knew him. I knew him well even though I hadn’t seen him in years. Maybe it was my younger self who thought he was so handsome and unattainable. Maybe it would turn out to be a disappointment, but I was going to grab this chance.
Because this week would end, and I would go back to my life. The ticker of my to-do list would click on like a clock in the background of my life. Every minute counted.
This didn’t have to be anything but a suspended week in my life. Even if it was only one night. I didn’t care. I wanted it too much to let anything else get in the way.
“Just one night,” I whispered, my words landing like sparks on dry kindling.
“One night won’t be enough,” Noah said flatly, pouring fuel on that kindling.
“How do you know?” My eyes whipped to his as he rolled to a stop in the driveway in front of the house.
He pressed a button, and the engine went quiet. “I just know.”
Staring at him in the glimmer of light cast from the porch light, I felt my mouth go dry and my belly spin. As if I were falling from a great height and didn’t know how to slow my fall. Despite, or perhaps because of my internal turmoil, my need felt as if it were ramping up inside, suffusing me and spinning through my veins.
“Oh,” was all I finally said.
A moment later, Noah was walking beside me as we crested the top stair on the porch. I was reaching for the doorknob when Noah caught my free hand. Glancing over, I lifted my brows in question.
“If you don’t want this, all you have to do is say so.”
His gaze searched mine, and my heart kicked out a wild rhythm. “I do, though,” I finally said.
A whining sounded from the other side of the door. My cheeks got hot. “First, I have to let Matilda out.”
Noah’s chuckle sent heat racing through me.
“Of course.” He opened the door, and Matilda dashed out, circling us excitedly in greeting before leaping off the stairs and