"Psst."
"Parker."
"Psst!"
"Parker! Wake up!" Someone hisses.
I groan, rolling over. My eyes open and land on Noah standing in my doorway. When our eyes meet, his eyebrows raise and he gestures for me to come. I don't move.
"Parker," he whispers. "Come here."
When I still don't move, he sighs and steps into the room. I hold my breath as he walks over to my bed. He stops right over me. We stare at each other in silence for a few seconds. And then he pulls the blanket away from my body, gathers my in his arms and picks me up.
"Hey!" I snap, hitting him. "Put me the fuck down!"
"Shut up," he mutters, carrying me out my room and to his.
"Put me down, Noah." I say, my voice calm.
He does.
"What the hell do you want? I was trying to sleep."
"I want to talk," he murmurs, voice low. "About the kiss."
"What?" I sigh and shake my head. "I'm tired an I don't want to talk about anything right now."
"Why not?" His arms fold across his chest.
"Cause I don't want to."
Turning, I leave and make my way to the kitchen. He follows behind me.
"We supposed to act like it didn't happen?"
"It shouldn't have happened."
"Maybe not. That doesn't change the fact that it did. Come on, Parker, I'm trying to talk to you."
I go to the fridge and pull out the jug of water. He goes to the cabinet and hands me a glass. I gingerly take it and pour myself some water.
"Parker," he snapped.
"Noah, what the fuck is talking going to do? You're single. I kissed you. You kissed me back. And then you'll get back with Amber. So can we please not talk about it?"
"That's why you're being like that? Amber?"
"No." I gulp down my glass of water and move on to the living room. I sigh when I realize he's followed me there, too. I switch on the tv.
"Look Amber is - she's complicated." He shakes his head. "But we're done."
"Truthfully," I look up at him. "I don't care. You woke me up, can you at least let me watch tv in peace?"
"Parker." He sits on the couch and looks at me. "I don't know why you have this affect on me, but you do. Okay? So can we just talk for a second?"
"We just did."
"Okay," he breaths. His eyes narrow in determination. "You don't want to talk? We don't have to talk."
His lips are on mine in an instant. The force makes me fall back on the couch, and he leans over me, never breaking the kiss. I gasp and he uses that to his advantage, plunging his tongue into my mouth. I go to push him off of me, but he grabs my wrists and pins them over my head. He sucks on my lip, and I moan, kissing him back. He pulls away just as quickly.
"Admit it," he says. "You want this. You like this."
I can feel his erection growing against my thigh.
"I–"
"Actually no," he stops me. "Tell me you don't want this. Tell me you don't like this, and I'll stop."
My mouth opens.
His green eyes bore into mine as he waits for my response. When none comes, his lips quirk upwards. His thumb rubs patterns into my hip. I can still feel his erection pressed against my inner thigh and it makes my mind go foggy.
"What are you doing?" I mutter, on exhale.
He leans down so our lips are centimetres apart. "I don't know."
"Noah–"
He kisses me softly. Whatever it was I planned on saying evaporated from my mind. All I can focus on is his lips on mine and how it feels to have him touching me like this. He brings my lower lip between his teeth and pulls. My grip on his shirt tightens and he lets out a low chuckle between the kiss. I moan lowly when he deepens the kiss, pushing his tongue into my mouth so it could meet mine. Without actually meaning to, my hips push forward, pressing into him. He pulls away, swearing under his breath before bringing his lips to my throat and trailing them over my skin. My fingers tangle into his hair, tugging at the strands and I press myself into him again. The desire I felt was too strong. At this point, I don't think I could stop if I wanted to.
He moves his head back and his eyes darken as he looks down at me.
The hand that was resting on my hip lowers and his hand goes into my rubber ducky pajama pants. He plays with the band of my panties, eyes trained on me searching for any sign of resistance. When he finds none, his hand slips underneath the thin fabric and his fingers curl over my slit, forcing a gasp from my lips. He slowly drags his finger up my slit until it reaches the sensitive bundle of nerves. I bring my lip between my teeth and bite down, the pleasure beyond overwhelming. I whimper, pulling him as close as I could manage with his hand working between us. His thumb circles my clit and I close my eyes, arching my back into him as he applies the perfect amount of pressure to drive my nerves into a frenzy.
His head lowers and he reconnects our lips, but I find it hard to return the kiss with what he was doing to me. Seconds pass with him teasing me, before I feel his fingers slowly trace my entrance, lightly teasing me before pushing in all the way, penetrating me.
"God," I gasp against his lips, my words stifled by the kiss.
"Noah," he murmurs.
He slowly pulls his finger back before pushing it back in, repeating this motion. My arms wound around his neck, and this only encourages him to add another digit when he pushes them into me again. He groans against my lips when I begin to move against him, curling his fingers to hit the pressure points he knew would please me further. While his fingers worked, pushing in and out of me, his thumb continued to toy with my clit, pushing me closer and closer to the orgasm I knew was soon coming.
The immense desire to feel him became too hard to ignore and I pulled my hand away from his hair, down to his jeans. I fumbled with the belt for a moment before finally I got it unbuckled. He pulled away, with the slight shake of his head.
"Not yet," he murmured, his voice low. His lips returned to mine, and I felt a small twinge of disappointment. That left just as quickly as it came when I felt his fingers curl inside me once again, sending a wave of pleasure through me.
"Jesus," I moan, tilting my head back.
"Not quite," he whispers, bringing his lips to mine. "Try again."
His fingers curl again.
"It's okay," I breathed, breaking the kiss momentarily. My hand goes to his pants again. His lips trail over my throat. "I want to."
I can feel him smile against my skin and he pulls back so he can look down at me. As his pace quickens, my breaths grow more and more shallow. I'm deliciously close, and he knows it. His eyes narrow as he watches me; watches what his touch does to me. His forearm flexed to push his fingers into me again and again and again and my hand returns to tangle into his hair.
"Come for me," he murmurs, his green eyes boring into mine.
With that command and one more flick of his thumb over my clit, my climax barrels towards me, knocking me over the edge. My eyes squeezed shut and I arched my back, pushing my chest against his.
"Noah," I gasped for air as my entire body shook between him and the couch. I couldn't breath, think or speak. I rode out my orgasm, moaning as I did so. My eyes opened and locked on Noah who watched me with dark eyes as I came down from my lust-filled high. I clenched around his fingers and sucked in a sharp breath as he slowly extracted his digits from me. My head tilted back lazily and I let out a half breath, half chuckle. I couldn't look at him, slightly embarrassed now as my senses slowly came back to me. I could feel his eyes on me, and I didn't know how I'd react to his intense gaze.
"Knew you'd get it," he jokes softly.
I feel him shift and them felt his lips against mine once more, pecking me softly. I looked back at him, meeting his heated gaze.
"Hey," he speaks first, a hint of a smirk on his face.
"Hi," I murmur, still feeling the effects of his touch lingering on me.
"You okay?" He asks, bringing his lip between his teeth.
"Am I okay?" I repeat, a laugh escaping my throat right after. "I'm great."
His eyes drop down to my lips before flickering back up to my eyes. "Good."
He licks his lips before pulling away and standing up straight. His erection is still very much there but he ignores it and raises an eyebrow at me.
"You hungry?"
Another twinge of disappointment nabs at me when I realize the moment is over and we wouldn't be continuing. I shove the feelings deep within me and nod.
"Want breakfast?"
"Sure. Can we go to the diner again?"
He nods. "Yeah. Yeah, we can do that."