Undeclared (The Woodlands) - By Jen Frederick Page 0,103

us being in bed together?” I recognized that look. It’s the one that he gave me before my clothes ended up on the floor. It was one of my favorite Noah expressions.

“Yes. Why do you even ask?” He looked at me like I was just being silly. I was.

“I thought celebration was dinner and drinks?” I teased him.

“No, why waste our time doing that when we both know what we want,” he somberly told me.

“All right, Noah Jackson. Let’s go home and you can show me how to celebrate things the right way.” I was totally in the mood for anything he had in mind.

“You know, you’re very sexy when you tell me what to do,” he grinned, teasing again.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” This one word was growled at me, sending a shiver of excitement down my spine.

By the time we reached the apartment, we could barely keep our hands off each other. Our mouths were fused together as if we could only keep breathing through each other.

He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom, throwing me on the bed. I bounced once and tested out his earlier suggestion.

“Take off your shirt,” I ordered.

He stopped short and grinned at me. “I like this.” He reached behind his back with one arm and pulled the shirt over his head. I admired his bare chest, the rock hard muscles, the golden skin, the thin trail of hair that marked the path from his belly button into his jeans. His erection was clearly defined behind the denim and seemed to grow larger as I stared at it. “What now?” he asked.

I had forgotten what we were doing, as I took in his obvious masculine beauty. “Um, now the jeans.”

He shucked those quickly, too. I pulled off my denim skirt. His hardness was now tenting the thin cotton of his boxer briefs. I motioned for him to come sit on the bed, and I climbed on top of him, rubbing myself against him.

He ran his hands up my sides, eager to touch me. “And now?” he murmured.

“My shirt,” I said breathlessly, “take off my shirt.”

He did so slowly, the calluses of his palm and fingertips lightly abrading my sensitive skin. He rubbed the flat of his palms against my breast, pushing the shirt up and over the lace-covered mounds and then lifting the cotton over my head. I ground down against him, and he groaned audibly.

“I want you to kiss me,” I moaned.

“Where?” he drew me close to him, his breath whispering over my skin.

“Here,” I said. I lifted my breast to him.

“What do you want me to do?” he asked me, moving down so that his mouth was positioned just over the crest of my breast. “Lick it? Suck it? Bite it?”

I was panting now. “All of it.”

He didn’t require more instruction. Through the lace, he mouthed my breast. I fumbled at the bra, wanting to feel his wet mouth against my skin. He understood and released the bra closure, pushing it down my arms, all the while licking and biting and sucking on me. I rubbed harder against him.

“Do you want me to touch you anywhere else?” he asked, his lips moving against my breast.

“Yes,” I said. Oh yes. I wasn’t even conscious anymore. I was lost in his touch and in the flame of our desire for one another. I grabbed his hand. “Touch me here, Noah,” I placed his hand between my legs. “I’m so wet for you.”

His forehead was resting against my chest as he stared down at his fingers dipping inside my panties. “Jesus, Grace, I love how hot I can get you.” He pressed the flat of his palm against me and rubbed his fingers against the soft flesh between my legs.

I started to say something more, but he brought his hand up to my mouth. “Not another word, or I’ll come in my shorts. Your dirty talk is too much for me.” He looked up ruefully and dropped his hand away.

I gave him a pained smile. “Then take the wheel.”

And he did.

Noah

I must have fallen asleep after our celebration, because the next thing I knew was that I was alone in Grace’s bed. I swept out a hand and it hit the crinkle of paper. Grabbing it, I sat up, flipped on the nightstand, and began to read.

Dear Noah,

Don’t let this go to your head, but you were right to not come for me two years ago. Neither of us was ready. We both had to face