The Dealers

Chapter 23 - Lena

Driving as fast as I could towards my house, Noah's Mustang purred behind me on the gravel road. After midnight, our combined headlights were the only illumination. Ahead, a small porch light lit the way to my house but otherwise, we were cloaked in the usual darkness.

Pulling in, Noah parked his Mustang behind me in the driveway and we both got out. Before pulling ourselves away from each other in the parking lot of the club, things were getting hot and heavy against the side of my truck. Even after I suggested going to my place, we found it hard to let go.

Finally making it to my house, I wondered if things had seemingly cooled off during the drive over. But instantly at my side, Noah pulled me in hard against his chest and returned his lips to mine effortlessly.

Well, that answered my question.

Kissing him back just as ferociously, we struggled up the front porch and to the door. Fumbling with the key in between kisses, I managed to get us inside as I turned on the nearest light switch with my elbow.

Completely consumed and entwined, I failed to see how we would contain ourselves once more. Previously, we had been able to deny ourselves the carnal pleasures we so desperately wanted but, would that be the case again?

I ignored the rest of the lights in the house as we barely made it to the couch before Noah came crashing down on top of me. I stole a breath as Noah pulled back and looked down at me.

Even as we were barely holding on, Noah wanted to make sure I was okay.

"Should I send a formal invitation?" I teased as he bit my lip seductively and I moaned unintentionally into his mouth.

We were one step away from losing all grip and still, we teased the last, minuscule thread keeping us from giving in completely.

"I can't resist anymore." He sighed into me as I felt his hand reach down and start to unbutton my jeans.

Everything suddenly became much more real and I couldn't help but tell myself, with one hundred percent certainty, that despite the chaos that was my life, being there with Noah was right.

"You are mine." Noah said and it caught me off guard as I couldn't help but suck in a deep breath and stare deeply into his eyes.

The independent woman in me wanted to debate that fact but the butterflies in my belly were growing and I found it hard to bite back the desire that I felt for him in every inch of my body.

How could I fight it? He was right, I was his. In every sense, I belonged to him and I was done fighting it.

Looking down at me, his sharp eyes stared at me and his long, dark locks fell forward over his face. Lifting my hand to brush back his hair, I found myself tangling my hand tightly instead. Tugging gently, Noah let out a moan that nearly made me come undone instantly.

I laughed into his lips as we continued kissing as he managed to slip my pants off.

It wasn't long before the clothing between us disappeared piece by piece. When there was nothing left between us but pent up sexual frustration, I found Noah pulling back slightly. It caught me off guard as he leaned back from on top of me and smiled.

"What?" I asked with a smirk on my face.

Ignoring the fact that we were both completely naked on my couch, Noah just stayed there and looked down at me lovingly. Tracing his finger from my lips down between my breasts and to my belly, I found it hard to breath—or contain the heat building from our bodies being flush against each other.