Getting the Axe - Nikki Mays Page 0,32

good enough for you has.”

My mouth drops open. I go from shock to butterflies, to anger all in a matter of seconds. “You mean to tell me that all this time you actually liked me?” I ask slowly.

He suddenly looks unsure and apprehensive. Oh buddy, just you wait. “Yes.”

“And instead of, oh I don’t know, actually being nice, spending time with me and actually doing something about it, you’ve acted like a grade school idiot who’s mean to the girl that he likes? Does that pretty much sum it up?”

He does this weird cough thing. “I wouldn’t say it was exactly like that.” He hedges.

I smack his stomach before resuming my mindless movement. “What in the world made you think that would in any way, shape, or form be the best thing to do?”

“Ah.”

I decide to cut him off because I have no need to hear whatever he has to say. “And instead of asking me out like a normal person, you decide to be the only person around to actually piss me off?”

“Well.”

“We could’ve been having months of awesome sex instead of fighting all the dang time.”

He blinks at me but smartly says nothing.

“Hello, I actually stabbed you! And truthfully, after your confession, I don’t know if I would rather kiss you or stab you again.” I growl out, sounding about as scary as a bear cub.

It’s at this moment that I realize a few things. When I get mad, my word vomit just spews unchecked. Because I never would’ve said half of that otherwise. Also, his eyes are getting more heated by the second. And I figure out why as soon as I figure out that my hand has subconsciously dipped under the band of this underwear. Lord help me, the look in his eyes is pure fire and I’m excited to get burned.

“Let’s go with the first one.” His growled reply is my only warning before his lips are on mine.

I’ve never been kissed like this before. Honestly, I don’t even think this is a kiss. I think this is him trying to possess me with his lips.

Before I know what’s happening, I’m on my back with him between my legs. Our lips never broke contact as he switched our positions.

He licks the seam of my lips and I gladly admit him entrance. The first swipe of his tongue against mine makes me realize that I never want to kiss anyone but him again. The second makes me realize that I’m grinding myself against his very hard and very long length shamelessly. And third, I’m wondering why the heck I didn’t kiss him sooner.

I grasped his face before sliding my hands around his neck to the back of his head. I grabbed onto his hair that’s slightly longer than he usually keeps it. I kissed him back with a desperate need that would be shocking if I wasn’t so concerned with how to get both of us naked. This man walking around half-naked for days has done nothing but stroke the fires of my libido.

I gasped as Noah managed to lift my tank top over my head and throw it in one easy movement. His eyes travel down over my bare chest and I watch him lick his lips. “Elle, tell me that you’re okay with this.”

“I promise you that I am totally fine with this as long as you get naked soon,” I say as my eyes follow his very happy trail down to the tented front of his sweatpants.

It sounds like he growls, “thank fuck” but I can’t really be sure. His teeth are nipping at the place where my neck and shoulder meet, causing me to moan. His fingers traced their way up and down my side, igniting my body to burn even hotter.

He pulls back slightly, and I meet his heated gaze with one of my own. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

He closes his mouth over one nipple and then the other, slowly torturing and teasing me until I’m writhing under him. He starts to kiss his way down my stomach, briefly dipping his tongue into my belly button before continuing downward. He kisses a straight line from one hipto the other, causing me to shiver.

He looks up at me with a question in his eyes. I nod my head, answering him wordlessly. He begins to pull my pants down and I help him. Once they’re at my calves, he gives one rough tug, and he’s tossing