my ear. They make a trail to the back of my neck and goosebumps rise in their wake.
She breaks off our kiss, hovering right in front of me. Her lips soft and full. “Are we ready to take our secret friendship to the next level?”
“I might have some questions…” I say and then kiss her again.
“That’s okay. There’ll be time for those. I promise I’ll tell you everything. Short version? My dad’s an asshole. I try to pretend it doesn’t bother me but once in a while it catches up to me. Like when you found me in the parking lot.”
“Oh,” I say. “I’m sorry. That’s terrible.”
“It is what it is. Eventually I’ll get away from it all.” She kisses my cheek and goes back to my mouth. “But that’s the last thing I want to talk about right now.”
I laugh and let my hands wander to her back. The heat goes through her shirt and straight into my palms. Desire flushes through me. “What do you want to talk about?”
She pulls back and the absence of her lips and the scent of shampoo leave me pulsing with desire. I don’t push it because I made a promise years ago never to be alone with a girl again, never put myself in this position. Maybe I need to let that promise go too?
She tilts her head and traces her fingers over my lips. “I was honest, now you tell me. What happened that made the Noah everyone knew, disappear?”
I hesitate. “Let’s just say a girl and I had a misunderstanding.” I hide my anger at what happened by pulling her back into a kiss. This time she doesn’t argue or try to keep any distance between us. The truth is I’ll always regret my silly game with Dalia and trusting her to stand up to her father and tell the truth.
Carly presses against me, her chest tantalizing me. It’s been so long. My fingers lightly skim up her sides but I don’t dare move them any further. Gently, she grabs my hand and puts it to her breast. I groan deep in my throat, a primeval sound that is foreign to me. Hungrily, I part her mouth with my tongue, and the passion leaves me shaking, leaves her shaking.
“Is your bed softer than this chair?” she murmurs.
My breath hitches. The bedroom? I’m not quite ready for that. I stand and carry her into the living room. Gently, I turn and we both fall onto the couch.
For this moment in time I let go of the questions and the doubt and I lose myself in the feel and touch of the girl that’s with me.
And hope it’s not a huge mistake.
Chapter 8
Carly
Noah carries me into the other room, his lips never leaving mine. He stumbles and we break apart giggling. I reach into his hair, needing a release for the primal urges starting in my belly and snaking into my lower regions. I can’t believe I’m here, kissing him. This isn’t why I came to see him, okay, maybe a part of me hoped, but this is beyond my dreams. Just maybe we have a chance.
I press harder into him as we fall back onto the couch. Our mouths disconnect for a second and then we find each other again. His hands skim my breasts again, sending flutters in my stomach. Clothes are suddenly an impossible barrier to get around.
He moves to tracing his hands up and down my arms. He hovers over top of me and stares into my eyes.
“You’re so beautiful.” Then he kisses me. “But that’s not the beauty I’m attracted to.” He frames my face with his hand. “It’s you, the person on the inside I want to be close to. We could stop now and I’d be just as happy to watch a movie.”
No one can fake that kind of sincerity. The truth shines in his eyes, it comes through to me with his gentle touch and the way his words reach my heart. I want to give myself to him, fully and completely in every way. The peace that grips me is all the proof I need that Noah is the guy that got overlooked because of whatever it is that happened.
I grab the bottom of his shirt and he helps lift it off his head. I sigh at the pure beauty of his bare chest. I spread my hands across it and trail my
She breaks off our kiss, hovering right in front of me. Her lips soft and full. “Are we ready to take our secret friendship to the next level?”
“I might have some questions…” I say and then kiss her again.
“That’s okay. There’ll be time for those. I promise I’ll tell you everything. Short version? My dad’s an asshole. I try to pretend it doesn’t bother me but once in a while it catches up to me. Like when you found me in the parking lot.”
“Oh,” I say. “I’m sorry. That’s terrible.”
“It is what it is. Eventually I’ll get away from it all.” She kisses my cheek and goes back to my mouth. “But that’s the last thing I want to talk about right now.”
I laugh and let my hands wander to her back. The heat goes through her shirt and straight into my palms. Desire flushes through me. “What do you want to talk about?”
She pulls back and the absence of her lips and the scent of shampoo leave me pulsing with desire. I don’t push it because I made a promise years ago never to be alone with a girl again, never put myself in this position. Maybe I need to let that promise go too?
She tilts her head and traces her fingers over my lips. “I was honest, now you tell me. What happened that made the Noah everyone knew, disappear?”
I hesitate. “Let’s just say a girl and I had a misunderstanding.” I hide my anger at what happened by pulling her back into a kiss. This time she doesn’t argue or try to keep any distance between us. The truth is I’ll always regret my silly game with Dalia and trusting her to stand up to her father and tell the truth.
Carly presses against me, her chest tantalizing me. It’s been so long. My fingers lightly skim up her sides but I don’t dare move them any further. Gently, she grabs my hand and puts it to her breast. I groan deep in my throat, a primeval sound that is foreign to me. Hungrily, I part her mouth with my tongue, and the passion leaves me shaking, leaves her shaking.
“Is your bed softer than this chair?” she murmurs.
My breath hitches. The bedroom? I’m not quite ready for that. I stand and carry her into the living room. Gently, I turn and we both fall onto the couch.
For this moment in time I let go of the questions and the doubt and I lose myself in the feel and touch of the girl that’s with me.
And hope it’s not a huge mistake.
Chapter 8
Carly
Noah carries me into the other room, his lips never leaving mine. He stumbles and we break apart giggling. I reach into his hair, needing a release for the primal urges starting in my belly and snaking into my lower regions. I can’t believe I’m here, kissing him. This isn’t why I came to see him, okay, maybe a part of me hoped, but this is beyond my dreams. Just maybe we have a chance.
I press harder into him as we fall back onto the couch. Our mouths disconnect for a second and then we find each other again. His hands skim my breasts again, sending flutters in my stomach. Clothes are suddenly an impossible barrier to get around.
He moves to tracing his hands up and down my arms. He hovers over top of me and stares into my eyes.
“You’re so beautiful.” Then he kisses me. “But that’s not the beauty I’m attracted to.” He frames my face with his hand. “It’s you, the person on the inside I want to be close to. We could stop now and I’d be just as happy to watch a movie.”
No one can fake that kind of sincerity. The truth shines in his eyes, it comes through to me with his gentle touch and the way his words reach my heart. I want to give myself to him, fully and completely in every way. The peace that grips me is all the proof I need that Noah is the guy that got overlooked because of whatever it is that happened.
I grab the bottom of his shirt and he helps lift it off his head. I sigh at the pure beauty of his bare chest. I spread my hands across it and trail my
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