by J. J. Dean
My mouth pops open in shock before surprised laughter breaks free from deep in my chest. "You're an ass!"
"But I got you to stop freaking out, so I'm an awesome ass," he volleys. He presses a kiss to my neck before moving away, tapping my butt as he goes. My attention is once again drawn back to Asher, who pulls me closer to his body with only his hands on my face. My own hands go to his waist, bunching his shirt in my fists.
"Try to relax a little. Eli's right. Everything will work out," he tells me before dropping a languid kiss to my mouth. I practically melt into his body, lighting up from the inside out. Asher keeps it brief but promising, and I damn near turn into a puddle when he nips my bottom lip and pulls away. There's a rare sparkle in his eye that lasts all of a second until it disappears and he pulls away, meeting his brother at the door and leaving the room.
Turning around, I find a red-cheeked Noah looking anywhere but at me. I suppose we should really be more considerate of the whole public display of affection. I know we're inside, but I guess it still counts. I bite my lip and blurt a humorous, "Sorry."
Still looking away, Noah fumbles with his words. "It's fine. No problem. All good."
"Alrighty then," I tell him on a chuckle, heading towards the door. Just before I leave, I smile and turn, telling him with deep sincerity, "Thank you again for saving me."
He finally looks up, and the redness in his cheeks begins to fade. His eyes grow serious, their honey-like depths boring into mine. "You don't have to thank me for it. I'd do it ten times over, Luna."
I feel my smile grow despite the pink tinge warming my cheeks. Nodding, I duck out of the room, heading for the bathroom and fanning myself to try and rid my cheeks of their heat. This whole blushing thing is growing vastly annoying.
I make my way to the bathroom, checking out the fancy décor that lines the small hallway. It's all modern and expensive looking. Where even are we? Pondering where we could possibly be, I head into the bathroom, shutting the door after myself. I don't bother looking around, having spent enough time in fancy hotels that they all look the same to me now. I immediately go to the opulent mirror, and my eyes almost bug out of my head. My hair looks like a disaster, tendrils of curls framing my face and sticking out at all places from my twin braids. The deep bags under my eyes aren't at all flattering, the ghostly color to my skin making me look sick, and the exhaustion that's clear as day plastered over my face does nothing to make me feel good about the way I look.
I practically tear the braids from my hair, wild silver curls sticking out at random over my head. Turning away from the disaster that is currently my face, I find the clawfoot tub sitting in the corner, raised by two steps and surrounded by candles and fragrant dried flowers in crystal bowls. Deciding my entire body is in more need of a long, hot soak in the tub rather than a rushed shower, I turn on the tap and wait for the tub to fill. I wander around the overly large bathroom, finding a plethora of sweet-smelling bubble bath. I drop a generous amount in the tub, followed by a white bath bomb, opting to take advantage of the luxury this particular hotel is offering.
As soon as the tub is full, heavenly scents wafting from the steaming water, I quickly strip out of Asher's shirt and my panties, throwing them across the room before sinking into one of the most glorious baths I have ever had the pleasure of sinking into.
A deep groan escapes my quickly relaxing body, the aches and pains I didn't realize I had slowly loosening and fading until all I can feel is the sweet scalding heat of the water. I sink deeper into the tub, dipping my frizzy hair into the lush water for a moment, untangling the knots with nimble fingers.
I push my head out of the water, dropping it backward and sighing with relief. I lie there a while, my mind blissfully blank as drops of water run down my neck and lap at my body in gentle motions with every breath I take. The water soothes me so much that I find myself slowly falling asleep, my head resting on the edge of the tub and my entire body feeling like it's experiencing one of the best hugs it's ever had.
A gentle shake to my shoulder wakes me, and my eyes pop open to find Noah kneeling next to the tub, a concerned frown marring his features. On a tired rasp, I mutter, "Hey, you. Everything okay?"
He breathes a sigh of relief and tells me, "Yeah. I called for you through the door, and you didn't answer. I might be a little paranoid, but I got worried, and the door was unlocked."
I offer him a small smile and tell him, "It's fine. I'm okay, though."
We stare at each other for a moment, and the air seems to thicken. Noah doesn't pull his hand away even though the blush that's riding up his neck begins to seep into his cheeks. His thumb begins to trace small circles over my shoulder, sending goosebumps over my skin despite the still warm water I'm submerged in. My heart picks up its pace, my pulse fluttering in my veins as Noah touches me. It's not exactly a sexual touch, but I find myself getting worked up at the gentle way Noah's thumb glides along my wet skin.
Moving a little in the tub, it's as though I've suddenly broken a spell, and Noah blinks rapidly before moving his hand away and clearing his throat. "Uh, sorry. I don't... Not sure why I... Never mind. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Do you need anything? Towel? fresh clothes?"
Feeling a small pang of disappointment in the pit of my stomach, I shake my head and dip lower in the water. Noah nods and stands, moving down the steps and backing away slowly. "Okay. Cool. Just give me a shout if you need something."
He then hauls ass out of the bathroom like Lucifer himself is chasing him. What was that about? Am I really that scary? I don’t think so, but Noah's little reaction there isn't giving me much confidence. The door shuts tightly after him, and I sit in the tub a moment longer, confused and a little turned on. I mean, I know we don’t have time for any developments in any aspect, especially after the bomb Devon dropped on me. We’re here to get Francis, and now Brutus, and get home. But why is a hollow pit in my stomach growing with that knowledge? I want Noah, that much is now painfully obvious. Does he not want me in return? Or is it something else? It seems ridiculous to worry about right now, but the feeling lingers the more I think about it.
It takes longer than I care to admit, but I decide to take a leap of faith, drawing in courage and hoping for the best. The worst thing that can happen is he rejects me. It doesn’t make me feel good knowing that’s a possibility, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take. I stand in the tub, climbing out quickly so as not to lose my nerve, splashing water over the edge carelessly.
"Noah!" I call, tiptoeing down the two steps carefully and heading towards the towel. Before I can reach the towel, however, Noah barges into the bathroom, panicked and looking around frantically.
His eyes skim over me quickly before they go to the tub, and then he freezes. Slowly, oh so painfully slowly, his eyes come back to me and they widen a little more. I stand completely still, almost afraid to move in case it scares him off again.
With cautious movements, I reach for the towel, only for Noah to whisper, "Don't."
That single word sends a giddy feeling through me, and I drop my hand, letting it hang beside me. Noah shuts the door, not once moving his gaze from me, taking in every inch of my tatted skin.
I keep still, waiting until his eyes unhurriedly come back up to mine, the desire in them unmistakable. It sends a thrill through me, and I find my breaths coming in quicker. The movement draws Noah's eyes down for a moment, watching my chest before flicking his heat-filled eyes back to mine. He takes an unsteady step forward, and then another, all while I watch him closely and wait.
It takes no time for Noah to reach me, and he stops a mere inch in front of me, my breasts close to brushing his shirt covered chest when I inhale. Slowly, his shaky hand rises and draws a barely-there line over my shoulder and up my neck, coaxing a shiver from all over my body. In my mind, I randomly hear Noah’s voice.
Should I kiss her? Or am I going too fast?
"Noah, if you're going to go this slow, I'm pretty sure I'm going
to combust," I whisper, feeling his velvety touch trail under my hair before he cups the back of my neck. He pauses, but then in a move unlike Noah, he uses his hold on me to draw me closer, my chest pressing tightly against his. His eyebrow raises in question, and I can't help the smile that breaks free.
Quicker than a strike of lightning, my hand darts up, cupping the back of Noah's head, and I yank him towards me, my mouth crashing into his. He freezes under my touch for all of two seconds before his body relaxes and his other hand comes to wrap around my naked waist and hug me to his clothed body. My arms wrap around his neck, lifting on the tips of my toes to steal a better angle to kiss him. He's a little nervous at first, testing and teasing before he finally gives in and offers me all he's worth.
His hand moves from around my waist, coming to cup my face and tilt my head backward. It offers him a deeper angle to better devour me. And devour he does. His tongue sneaks out, tracing my lower lip and seeking entrance. I offer it immediately, my entire body turning slack the moment his tongue tangles with mine. My heartbeat is close to thundering out of my chest, and the need growing in my body crashes into me like a wrecking ball.
Noah hugs me tighter, his movements growing desperate, his need rivaling my own. His shy attitude is long gone, replaced by a demanding force of nature as he tugs me impossibly tighter to his body, all before bending at the knees, hooking his arms around my waist, and lifting me without breaking his lips from mine. My legs wrap around his waist as a reflex, a shocked gasp slipping through my parted mouth that’s swallowed by Noah's relentless kisses. I could kiss this man all day. He tastes like bright sunny days and a whole lot of honey, everything that Noah reminds me of. It's addictive and damn near consuming.
Deciding to move us along since Noah seems content to kiss the crap out of me, I move one hand down from behind his neck, lower still until I'm trailing my fingers along his hard chest and down to the waistband of his pants, lifting my lower half away from his body to garner better access.
Noah's hands go to my ass almost as a reflex, holding my lower body away enough to slip my hand further into his pants. His breath catches, and his kisses grow hungrier, the very reaction I was hoping for.
With one last push of confidence, my hand sinks completely into his pants and I grasp his dick firmly in my hand. He breaks our kiss, only to whisper on a choked groan, "We need a flat surface."
Laughing, I whisper back, "There's a perfectly good counter over there."
My head gestures to the vanity that has the opulent mirror hanging above it, and with a shy but cheeky grin, Noah carries me over there, dropping my ass to the cool counter and kissing me senseless.
Chapter 31
Luna
With my ass on the counter, I drag Noah back towards me, claiming his lips like a woman starved. He meets me kiss for kiss as his hands trail up my leg, gripping my hips tightly in his grasp. As he drags me closer to him, I wrap my arms wrap around his shoulders, my bare center rubbing against his jeans. The friction does all kinds of good things to my body, and my legs clamp around his waist, tightening enough to make sure Noah doesn't go anywhere.
I pull back a fraction, muttering against his lips, "You're wearing too many clothes, Noah." The blush that rises to his cheeks this time has some weird effect on me, causing my need to grow.
Slamming my lips back to his, my hands slip from his neck and go straight to the hem of his shirt. I slide my hands under the material and meet solid muscles on a lean frame. A hot flush rushes through my body as I slide my hands upwards, taking the shirt with me while Noah pulls back enough for me to practically tear the shirt over his head. I drop it beside me, checking out his body and damn near drooling while I do so. A firm set of abs is begging to be caressed, and I oblige like it's my good deed for the day. His taut stomach tenses beneath my hands, and I'm sure my ovaries explode with the feel of all six of the definitive bumps.
With my hands already on their way back down his abdomen, I take hold of his waistband and tug before undoing the button and lowering the zipper. My hand slips beneath his boxers, feeling his firm flesh beneath my palm. Noah groans, sending my hormones into a damn frenzy.
"I need you, Noah. Like, right now," I tell him, pumping his hardened length in my hand. He groans again, kissing me one more time before scooping me up off the counter and walking towards the bathroom door. Breathless from his kisses, I ask, "What are you doing?"
"Finding a softer surface. Like a bed. We need a bed," he tells me quickly, sounding just as breathless as I am.
"Okay," I answer on a ridiculous giggle. He gives me a cute smile that looks adorably sexy. I can't help but kiss him some more, unable to get enough of this man's mouth. That must be a trend with angels or something since Asher and Elijah have the same damn effect on me. It's like their kisses are crack, and I'm the addict. I'll be addicted to these guys for as long as they'll have me.
Noah carries me through the hallway and straight back to the bedroom, kicking the door shut tightly behind him with a resounding slam. Noah quickly carries me to the bed, tripping over bags and the corner of the comforter, causing me to laugh. He trips again in his hurry, causing us both to fall onto the bed, him landing perfectly on top of me.
Snickering while he blushes, I tell him, "That's one way to do it."
He smiles down at me, sending butterflies soaring in my belly and my heart thundering in my chest. That smile could slay weaker women. Looking down at me with warmth in his eyes and something else I can't quite fathom, he jokes, "We'll call it efficient."
"Sounds good," I tell him before yanking him down harder on top of me and tasting him some more. Looks like Noah isn't the only one content enough to simply kiss for however long we can.
With my lips suctioned to his, my hands take on a mind of their own, once again finding the open waistband of his jeans. Using creative thinking, I shimmy them down his legs, taking his boxers with them.
It takes some maneuvering, but we finally rid him of his pants, laughing when he almost goes sailing over the edge of the bed. He climbs back on top of me, just as naked as I am, and a shaky breath escapes my parted lips when I feel his entire bare body rest against mine. He's warm, and the feel of him against me is both comforting and sexy as all get out.
Noah leans down to kiss me some more, his velvet voice caressing my mind.
She tastes so good. I could kiss her all day.
I bite my lip, trying to hide the smile that's mere seconds away from breaking out, and in a move that Noah isn't expecting, I buck my hips and he falls to the side, sprawling out on the bed in all of his beautiful glory. He opens his mouth to ask the question I heard in my mind, so before he can ask what I'm doing, I quickly roll until I'm on top of him, straddling his waist while my hands press into the pillow beside his head.
"Oh, okay. I like this position," he tells me honestly, his cheeks glowing. I fucking love it. It's as though he's warring with himself between being innocent and shy or sexy and determined. The entire combination is getting me worked up and ready without any foreplay.
"You're going to like it a whole lot more in a few minutes," I tell him with a wink, running my hands up his chest, then down his arms, twining his fingers with mine when I reach his hands. Captured in my grasp, I offer him a naughty grin and yank his hands above his head, my breasts pushing into his chest as I hover above him. Whispering, I say, "Keep those there."
With wide eyes filled with desire, he nods and bites his lip. Holy shit, I wish he didn't do that because it would appear that has the same effect Eli's dimples have on mine. My core clenches, and the need inside me grows until I'm at breaking point.
Dropping my head, I kiss the side of his neck and make a trail all the way down to his navel, relishing in the squirming he can't withhold. I kiss the defined Adonis belt that leads to the very hard part of his body.
Looking up at him through my eyelashes, I watch as his mouth falls open, eyes completely trained on my every move. Knowing he's watching, I li
ck my lips, hearing a responsive sigh and soft growl. The noise has me wanting to clench my legs, wetness pooling at my core, and I lose all semblance of the control I thought I had.
I take his hard cock in my hand and slip it into my mouth, going slow as I take him in deep. I swirl my tongue around him, eliciting a sexy groan from him. His hands go to my wet hair, his fingers tangling in my strands as a way to hold onto me. He doesn't try to control my movements, content to take what I give. It's strangely empowering and sets off a high I could really get used to.
Sucking him in deep, I lower my mouth on his cock until I can't take anymore, slowly sliding back up then releasing his shaft with a light pop. Just as I go to repeat the motion, Noah rasps, "Nope. Can't do that right now."
With a questioning eyebrow raise, I tilt my head and climb back on top of him, my thighs resting on either side of his hips, my pussy an inch away from brushing against his slick shaft. "Do what?"
Instead of answering, his lust-filled eyes meet mine, and his hand darts up to capture my face and yank me towards him. With my body resting on his, my slit glides across his cock, and he groans into my mouth as he kisses me with more hunger than before.
Noah's free hand goes to my hip, moving me just the right way, the tip of his shaft hitting the sensitive ball of nerves that causes me to clench my thighs.
In a move that surprises the fuck out of me, Noah slides me along his cock once more before finding my opening and thrusting his hips, entering me in one swift motion. His cock is slick enough with my arousal and attention, so he slides in until my pelvis connects with his, burying himself deep inside me. He swallows the gasp I release greedily, slowly sliding out of my slick heat before pumping back into me with more force.
Moaning, my hands fist the pillow behind his head, feeling full with his thickness deep inside me. Noah's grinds my body against his, using his hands on my hips to move me until I'm gasping once more, crying out in pleasure with the movement. He rotates between grinding my pelvis against him and thrusting out of my body before quickly pumping back inside, drawing soft cries from my lips.
