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I go for the towel, grabbing it in my hands to try and tug it away, somehow having forgotten that
Noah's made of pure steel.
He laughs, tugging it towards him and bringing me with it, smacking me right into his chest. His
arms cage me in. His lips move to my neck. I stop wiggling to get free, anticipating where his lips
will travel. They brush along the side, sending a shiver down my spine. Then he surprises me with
one loud raspberry.
I stop mid-giggle when I can feel his warm breath against my ear, Remember the last time I did
that? Goosebumps trail down my body and all I can do is nod, my nails digging into his biceps,
trying to control my raging desire to strip him naked on the floor of my family's kitchen. You tasted
so amazingly delicious. His nose brushes along my jaw towards my chin. He has to help hold me up
from going weak in the knees.
How does he still manage to do this to me? It's insane.
His lips graze my skin, light as a feather. I whimper and feel his smile on my skin, enjoying
tormenting me. I want to taste you like that again, Lily.
Oh, god yes, please! Is what I shout in my head, but my outward response is barely a nod of
agreement.
He grazes my lips and the other side of my jaw to my ear, Will you let me taste you like that
again?
I lick my lips and let out a breathless, Yes.
And then when I've licked you senseless... I hold tighter to his biceps, thinking any minute now
my legs will give out, ...I want you to watch my face as I come inside your pussy.
My eyes widen, growing ten times their size.
Noah silently starts laughing, his shoulders moving up and down before he goes into full blown
hysterics. He lets go of me to clutch his side from laughing so hard.
What the hell's so funny?
He's laughing so hard he has to bend over and rest a hand on his knee, the other still clutching his
side.
Wow, babe, he manges to get out between laughs, I wanted to see what would happen if I
used that word. I didn't expect that look on your face. He regains enough self-control to stand
straight, a smile cracking his face, still twitching with laughter.
I'm glad I amuse you, I huff, not thinking it's all that funny.
He tugs my arm into him and brings his mouth to rest just above my ear, ruffling the strands of my
hair as he speaks, I can't wait to teach you the art of dirty talk. You're going to love it.
My mom clears her throat and I'm nearly dropped to the ground as Noah quickly retreats back to
dish cleaning, trying to play it off as though he wasn't trying to get in my pants. It makes me feel like
we are in high school, trying to get away with things we aren't supposed to; but then again, this is all
new territory for him.
I found Lily's old tapes. You interested in watching them tonight? My mom asks, trying to hide
how excited she is.
I should have known my mom wouldn't have forgotten when Noah asked her about them at dinner.
Noah whips around, a huge smile on his face, Fu yes!
I would protest if he didn't look so adorable, eager to watch. I can't tell if it's because he wants to
make fun of me or if he truly wants to see them. In this instance, I fear it's both.
Please keep in mind I was in high school and nobody tried out for these things, so you pretty
much got what ever role you wanted.
Noah pulls me to his side, leading us to the living room, Are you trying to warn me that this is
going to suck?
Yes.
Perfect, I can hardly wait!
I groan.
We take a seat on the couch, me in the middle. When my mom presses play and I make my first
appearance, Noah beams, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, Aw, babe, look how young you
look! You were so cute! He kisses the top of my head, eyes glued to the screen.
My mom nudges me and I look over at her. She points to Noah then places a hand over her heart,
loving his reaction to my play. He's leaning forward, resting his forearms on his thighs, taking it all in.
I become immersed in watching Noah and how captivated he is, the faint smiles he gives every time I
have a line, the twinkle that remains in his eyes. He looks proud and in love.
I know he feels he doesn't deserve me, but what woman wouldn't want to be loved like this?
I cuddle close to him, eventually falling asleep while Noah and my mom continue watching my
old plays and talking about how cute I was.
Chapter 31
Sunday, April 6
4:19pm
Noah stops the car right outside Noami's parents house, killing the engine and wiping his palms
on the top of his jeans.
Why are you on edge?
He looks straight ahead, Bikers typically don't like me.
That's ridiculous.
It's the scars, he scrubs them on his face, and my size. They think I'm trouble. Put a few drinks
in 'em and usually one of them will try to start a fight.
Hmm, I see his point. Noami's family has an overabundance of testosterone.
He lets out a long exhale, Trying to control myself is getting exhausting.
So don't. Be yourself. If they don't like you, we leave.
I'm not taking you from your family.
You're my family.
That's cheesy.
It's true.
Noah tries to hide it, but a smile wants to form.
I take my finger to the edge of his mouth and pull it up to form a flimsy smile, You can smile at
my cheesiness, it's okay. Nobody's in the car but us. I drop my finger. The side I held up stays in
place and the other joins it.
The rocking of his car and a loud pounding on my window startles us both.
Seth and Cody's faces are smashed to the window.
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