Natalie
Why didn't I try harder to make Noah stay with me inside the office?
Now he is on a date with Lexie, probably laughing and drinking wine. Lexie will probably fall for Noah because who can't help but get sucked into those ocean eyes?
I hug my arms to my body. My chest feels like it is on fire, and my heart and brain are on a pendulum of anger and grief. Part of me wants to scream and fight, but there is human fear. It keeps me from playing all my cards and saying too much.
I wish humans didn't have a block like that, then I could tell Noah everything without being afraid.
Downing a massive glass of water, I try to focus on someone else other than Noah, but he is like a spreading infection.
I can't think.
I can't eat.
I can't sleep.
Not without hearing his laughter, dreaming about his smile.
So far, I'm coping, but I don't think I will be able to see Noah kiss and hug someone else. It almost killed me to see him embrace Lexie. I'm so jealous of her—does she realize how lucky she is? She is on a date with the love of my life; I would kill to switch places.
I hug my towel tighter to my body. Emma is sleeping in the bedroom. The TV is on low volume; a drama series is playing. It keeps me busy while waiting for Alaric to call me back.
Slowly, I wander over to the couch, blinking when there is a heavy knock on the door. My hope spirals—could this be Alaric here to surprise me? Maybe he ended his shift early?
"Coming, coming!" I say. Emma is a heavy sleeper; she won't wake up before it's time to feed her.
I tip-toe over to the door and open it. "I was wondering why you weren't answering my—" My words die in my throat at the sight of Noah.
He leans in closer, eyeing me with a haunted expression from the doorframe. "Good evening, Natalie."
I gasp, unable to form a single intelligent word. Noah's brown hair is disheveled—like he has run his hand through it multiple times. And his eyes are filled with darkness.
It makes me swallow thickly.
Here comes the fight—it's what I expect when Noah's cruel lips curve into a smirk and his beautiful eyes lock on mine.
He looks even sexier than he did at the office, wearing his suit, but it's open, and his tie is hanging loose.
I stand staring at him for several seconds, neither of us making any move. I'm not sure what the right words are to say, and the shock of seeing Noah's face is too much for my brain to handle.
"I thought you had a date with Lexie..." Is all I can think of to utter, and Noah's lips curve higher. My nipples harden under my towel as his eyes size me up, take me in. I'm already soaking wet.
"I was supposed to see her..."
"Supposed to?"
His lips curl. "Are you going to invite me inside?"
I take a deep breath. "I don't know—are you going to tell me what you're doing here?"
"Touché," He chuckles, and my heart races as he steps closer, closing the door behind him. "And I don't know; there really isn't an explanation."
Noah steps forward, placing his hand on my cheek and pressing his lips against mine. I back away from him, confused and afraid, but I'm kissed senseless within seconds.
He wraps his arms around me without speaking a single word, lifting me into his arms.
Is this truly happening?
My legs are wrapped around Noah. He bites down hard on my bottom lip and sucks it between his teeth when I attempt to kiss him harder, faster. He is letting me know he is the one in control, and his eyes are daring me to try taking charge.
It makes me shudder, and I sink my fingertips into the muscles on his shoulder, feeling his tongue slide against mine. He is the dominant one, taking complete control of my mouth.
And he tastes like heaven, like everything that is missing from my life: passion, lust, and love that isn't only for my child. No, these are the romantic flames you suffer and experience for a soulmate. The kind of burn you will only find once in your lifetime.
I grab fistfuls of his brown has as he continues to kiss me weightless, making me melt in his muscular arms.
His kisses are faster, more reckless than I remember. I don't understand the rhythm, but I never want him to stop kissing me.
He tears his mouth away from mine much too soon, walking us further into my apartment. Pressing his lips against my neck, his tongue licks my skin before he sucks the area. It's meant to tease me, and it works—I soaked, burning with desperation to have him, hold him.
Noah takes me to the couch, letting me down slowly while keeping his eyes on mine. I'm breathless, and I don't dare to speak, afraid this moment will be taken away from me.
Noah takes off his clothes, revealing a perfect set of six-pack abs and v-lines that makes my mouth feel parched, thirsty for him.
I can hardly believe this is happening, that Noah, beautiful Noah, is stripping in front of me.
My pussy throbs with need, aching since my entire body seems to crave Noah; he is the drug, and I'm the addict.
It's been more than a year since I had him.
The only guy I've ever slept with.
The only guy I've ever kissed.
And my heart still beats for him.
My legs spread on instinct, and while keeping his eyes on me, Noah slowly steps out of the rest of his clothes. His eyes are so blue and gorgeous in the dimly lit room.
He steps closer, watching me sit there on the couch, taking in his massive body like a piece of art.
My heart is beating so fast, especially when Noah is rich in front of me, so close I could reach out and touch him. His smooth skin is only inches away from me, calling out for my hands.
But I don't have to make that first nerve-shattering move.
Noah does it for me.
"This is what you want, right?" He grabs my hand and places it on his hard cock, making me hold. It's big enough to make me blush. And Noah's lips curl when I stop breathing, and the expression on his face is so goddamn sexy. "Show me what you want."
I part my lips first. "Do you... Remember?"
He shakes her head, grinning. "No, but I'm here so that you can show me what I'm missing from my life."