The whole thing doesn’t sit right with me. It makes me feel dirty and wrong and the more time goes on without my bringing it up, the more it eats away at me.
“Yeah. Just means I’m one step closer to marrying my soulmate,” Hunter says, his arms tightening around Savannah and she rolls her eyes with a giggle.
“Unless you want me to get pregnant again, I’m gonna need you to stop saying things like that,” Savannah says, the alcohol making her bold and Noah sputters around the mouthful of beer he was about to swallow. His hand flies up to his mouth to keep him from spitting all over me and I break into a laugh. All the tension from moments ago vanishing when he smiles up at me, instead replaced with those same butterflies.
“Sorry, baby.” His hazel eyes are locked on mine, his cheeks slightly tinted beneath the scruff on his jaw, nose ring glinting under the flicker of the fire and my breath catches in my throat at how beautifulhe is.
Without thinking, my hand moves up and I wipe away a droplet from the corner of his lips, bring my thumb to my mouth, my eyes never leaving his as I lick it clean. His throat works with a swallow as he leans in, his lips a breath from mine.
“Stop looking at me like that, Bells.” His voice is a quiet warning, and I look up at him, blinking innocently.
“Like what?”
“Like you want a repeat of earlier.”
I bite my bottom lip, knowing that it drives him crazy. “What if I do?”
The last thing I hear is the growl that rumbles in his chest before I’m lifted from his lap and tossed over his shoulder as his hand comes down on my ass,hard.
My head lifts in surprise, eyes finding Savannah as she hoots from her perch on Hunter’s lap. The latter merely shakes his head with a laugh as I’m carried away caveman style by Noah.
“Challenge accepted, babybell.”
CHAPTER 35
NOAH
Iround the corner to the bathroom and freeze in the open doorway as my eyes take in the jaw-dropping sight before me.
“Holy fucking shit,” I breathe, my gaze trailing the length of Bella’s body.
“What?” She asks, her eyes wide with panic as she turns to me, her hand suspended midair with a tube of red lipstick clutched in it.
“You look fucking phenomenal.” I give her another once over, my mouth drying up at the way her little black dress hugs every dip and curve of her perfect little body before dropping down to the six-inch fuck me heels hugging her petite feet.
Little specks of glitter sparkle on every inch of exposed skin under the glow of the bathroom lights and I get the sudden urge to play dot to dot with every single one. With my tongue.
“You don’t think my dress is too short?” She asks, tugging at the ends of the fabric, the insecurity evident in her tone of voice.
I shake my head slowly, taking a step toward her. “Not at all, baby. You look fuckingperfect.”
Coming to stand beside her, I spin her so that her back is to my front, and she can see our reflection in the mirror. I pull herhair, that is straight instead of falling in its usual curls, away from her shoulder, exposing her neck to me as I lean down and run my lips along the skin there.
“So perfect. And so fuckingmine,”I say in a low voice, my breath ghosting across her skin and causing goosebumps to break out.
My hands glide down the curve of her hips to the bottom of the dress, fingers teasing the edges. “Are you wearing underwear, baby?”
Bella’s breath catches in her throat, and I smile to myself at the effect just my words have on her.
Eyes finding hers in the mirror, I watch as she chews on her bottom lip before she shakes her head. “N-no.”
“Fuck,”I growl, taking her earlobe between my teeth as my hands slide beneath the dress, finding the evidence of her words when my fingers brush against her bare pussy.
I stroke her clit slowly, spreading her wetness and relishing the way her legs shake as her head falls back against my shoulder. “Were you going to go out like this, Bells?”
Her breathing stutters as I slide one long digit into her before withdrawing it again. “Y-yes.”
“Hmm,” I hum, rocking my hips into her and letting her feel what she’s doing to me.