Page 110 of Shattered Oaths

I avoided him at the wedding because I knew if I got close enough, I’d want to kiss him again. And I still hadn’t figured out exactly how to tell him that I’m done fighting it anymore.

But when he asked me to give him one more chance and I see the desperation in his eyes, I couldn’t hold back any longer.

Which brings us here.

Noah watches me, his chest rising and falling rapidly as though he can’t get a full breath as he waits for my next move.

My tongue darts out, running along the seam of my lips to wet them as I take a step toward him. Hands finding his shoulders, I lean up on my tiptoes, eyes never straying from his as I close the space between us, my lips brushing his.

He stands frozen for a beat, his shoulders tense and hands by his sides before all the breath whooshes out of his mouth into mine, his body goes lax and he melts into my kiss.

Two hands come around the back of my thighs, and I’m lifted off the ground as Noah backs me into a wall, mouth never leaving mine.

His tongue darts out, and I open for him, letting his tangle with mine as he deepens the kiss. One of his hands comes up to clutch the side of my neck, his thumb stroking my cheek as he tilts his head and ravages my mouth like a man starved.

Butterflies that have lain dormant for too long take flight in my stomach as I wrap my arms around his neck and thread my fingers into his hair.

Noah pulls his mouth away, his chest heaving. “Fuck, I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you, too,” I breathe, my head dropping back against the wall as he trails his lips along my jaw, down my neck and along my collarbone.

He bites and sucks and licks the skin, and I can do nothing but pant as my body ignites with a need so strong I can’t bear it.

“Bed,” I pant. “Take me to bed.”

Noah pulls back, his heated eyes searching mine. “Are you sure?”

I nod frantically, my core pulsing with the need for him to touch me. “Yes.”

Noah wastes no time, tightening his hold around my thighs again and carrying me up the stairs and into his bedroom.

He sits down on the bed with me straddling his lap and his hands move to the zipper on the back of my dress, his fingers making quick work of undoing it.

The dress falls away from my shoulders and pools around my waist and Noah dives in, his mouth finding my nipples.

I throw my head back with a moan as he bites the hard bud, quickly soothing the sting with his tongue, his fingers twisting and circling the other one.

I grind against his lap, his erection evident beneath me and finally offering me some sense of relief. Noah groans as I move my hips back and forth, wetness pooling between my thighs.

“Jesus, baby. You keep doing that and I’ll come in my pants.”

“Then hurry up and take them off,” I say, my voice thick with desperation.

Noah chuckles. “I like you bossy.”

He pulls back, his hands moving to the zipper. I lift myself to help him as he shimmies his trousers down and then I move to the buttons of his dress shirt.

“Stand up for me quickly, baby,” Noah says and I stand, letting my dress hit the floor in a pile of fabric. His fingers hook underneath my thong and he pulls it down. It’s barely hit the ground before he’s pulling me back onto his lap and I giggle at his hurried movements.

His lips crash against mine once more and this time when I move against him, there’s nothing between us. His dick slides between my folds, the feeling of his bare skin against my clit sending a jolt of electricity through my entire body.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his mouth falling open as he looks down between us and watches as I rock my hips, coating him in my wetness.

When he finally looks back up at me, his eyes are almost feral. “Ride me, baby.”

I moan at his words, dragging my pussy all the way up his length until the head teases my entrance. I feel Noah’s intake of breath, and I bask in the way he holds it as he waits.

Keeping my eyes on his, I sink down onto him, taking his length inch by painful inch.