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for long moments before he moved his hand to her back and began to stroke slowly.
“Now, if you want someone to practice your lectures on, I volunteer. And if you need someone to help you get some hands-on practice on this particular subject, I’ll happily volunteer,” he whispered in her ear.
Rory giggled and slammed her fist playfully into his stomach, which was a wealth of muscles if her guess were correct. “You’re such a pervert.”
“And you’re so violent. First you slap me, now you’re punching me. Get control of your baser instincts, woman.”
If only he knew how hard she was working to do just that. Her instincts were screaming at her to kiss him, maul him, whatever she had to do to see that lovely bunch of muscles she had just assaulted. Her conscience was screaming at her, too, though. “I’m sorry about that. Slapping you the other night I mean. You didn’t deserve it.”
Noah shrugged. “Maybe not at that specific moment, but I’m sure I’d said something to you at some point that warranted a slap. Don’t worry about it again. Unless you’re feeling guilty and you want to make up for it.” He grinned down at her and he was so handsome and so close and his hands felt so big rubbing over her back that she was tempted. And he had made her forget all of her nervousness and angst over the sex ed thing. For that alone he deserved thanks.
“How exactly do you think I should make up for it?” she peered up at him through her eyelashes, a move she had never employed before but that she had seen Celeste use to great effect. Noah’s arms tightened around her and drew her closer. Apparently it was a move that needed to be included in her small arsenal of sexual tactics.
“I thought you had some pretty good ideas the other night.” He leaned closer and Rory struggled to keep her eyes open. Struggled to come up with a response. Easier said than done when all she wanted to do was bury her face in the space between his shoulder and neck and lick him. In fact that idea sounded heavenly and her beleaguered brain couldn’t come up with a reason not to do it.
She went up on tiptoe and leaned to the side, grasping his earlobe between her teeth and flicking at it with her tongue. He let out a harsh breath and grasped her even closer, her pelvis aligning with his and finding some very convincing evidence that he did in fact find her as beautiful as he said. His hands moved to trace her ribs as they drifted up her sides. His thumbs lightly strummed her nipples.
Rory turned her head and pressed her lips to his. Her tongue came out to run along the seam between his lips. She smiled as he gave a rough growl and brought a hand up to hold her head steady. He’d clearly had enough of her teasing. Noah reversed their positions and picked her up to set her on top of the nearest desk. He moved to stand in-between her thighs and thrust his hand through her hair to hold her still.
Her heart was racing at a mile a minute and she could only struggle to press closer to him. She’d tried to forget how good it had been with him the one time they’d fooled around, but she hadn’t been very successful. If anything, time had dimmed the memory of the sparks between them. She’d never responded to another man the way that she did to his touch.
Every stroke of his tongue pushed his taste further into her mouth. Every circle of his thumb around her nipple sent sensation like lightening through her. And every slow thrust of his hips made her wetter. With her body alive with lust, she couldn’t remember why she’d thought this was such a bad idea.
Until she very faintly heard voices from down the hall. Young voices. Breathing heavily, she frantically pushed him off her. His eyes were glazed and he quickly moved back to try to take her mouth again. “Noah, stop!” she hissed.
He froze where he was standing and let her push him a few steps away. “Why?” His voice was hoarse and much lower than usual. It sent a
“Now, if you want someone to practice your lectures on, I volunteer. And if you need someone to help you get some hands-on practice on this particular subject, I’ll happily volunteer,” he whispered in her ear.
Rory giggled and slammed her fist playfully into his stomach, which was a wealth of muscles if her guess were correct. “You’re such a pervert.”
“And you’re so violent. First you slap me, now you’re punching me. Get control of your baser instincts, woman.”
If only he knew how hard she was working to do just that. Her instincts were screaming at her to kiss him, maul him, whatever she had to do to see that lovely bunch of muscles she had just assaulted. Her conscience was screaming at her, too, though. “I’m sorry about that. Slapping you the other night I mean. You didn’t deserve it.”
Noah shrugged. “Maybe not at that specific moment, but I’m sure I’d said something to you at some point that warranted a slap. Don’t worry about it again. Unless you’re feeling guilty and you want to make up for it.” He grinned down at her and he was so handsome and so close and his hands felt so big rubbing over her back that she was tempted. And he had made her forget all of her nervousness and angst over the sex ed thing. For that alone he deserved thanks.
“How exactly do you think I should make up for it?” she peered up at him through her eyelashes, a move she had never employed before but that she had seen Celeste use to great effect. Noah’s arms tightened around her and drew her closer. Apparently it was a move that needed to be included in her small arsenal of sexual tactics.
“I thought you had some pretty good ideas the other night.” He leaned closer and Rory struggled to keep her eyes open. Struggled to come up with a response. Easier said than done when all she wanted to do was bury her face in the space between his shoulder and neck and lick him. In fact that idea sounded heavenly and her beleaguered brain couldn’t come up with a reason not to do it.
She went up on tiptoe and leaned to the side, grasping his earlobe between her teeth and flicking at it with her tongue. He let out a harsh breath and grasped her even closer, her pelvis aligning with his and finding some very convincing evidence that he did in fact find her as beautiful as he said. His hands moved to trace her ribs as they drifted up her sides. His thumbs lightly strummed her nipples.
Rory turned her head and pressed her lips to his. Her tongue came out to run along the seam between his lips. She smiled as he gave a rough growl and brought a hand up to hold her head steady. He’d clearly had enough of her teasing. Noah reversed their positions and picked her up to set her on top of the nearest desk. He moved to stand in-between her thighs and thrust his hand through her hair to hold her still.
Her heart was racing at a mile a minute and she could only struggle to press closer to him. She’d tried to forget how good it had been with him the one time they’d fooled around, but she hadn’t been very successful. If anything, time had dimmed the memory of the sparks between them. She’d never responded to another man the way that she did to his touch.
Every stroke of his tongue pushed his taste further into her mouth. Every circle of his thumb around her nipple sent sensation like lightening through her. And every slow thrust of his hips made her wetter. With her body alive with lust, she couldn’t remember why she’d thought this was such a bad idea.
Until she very faintly heard voices from down the hall. Young voices. Breathing heavily, she frantically pushed him off her. His eyes were glazed and he quickly moved back to try to take her mouth again. “Noah, stop!” she hissed.
He froze where he was standing and let her push him a few steps away. “Why?” His voice was hoarse and much lower than usual. It sent a
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