morning there was no Carson. No distraction of mirrors. It was just us.
I tiptoed to the shower curtain and peeked around the side.
My heart instantly curled up in shock and need.
Noah’s eyes were closed, his stomach tense and arm working. I thought he’d been hunched dejectedly, when in reality he was arched with pleasure.
His fist jerked up and down on his erection. Thighs spread wide, back rippling with energy as he worked himself to a release.
Oh fuck. That was too hot. I’d caught him wanking. Was it over me? Instantly my body infernoed and wetness built between my legs.
Noah groaned softly, barely audible over the spray of water. His hips thrust into his hand, so close to making himself come.
I didn’t want him to come . I wanted to be the one who did that. I wanted to take him again, to make him a part of me. If he climaxed now it would siphon down the drain and be an empty release. With me it could be a new beginning if he worked out his issues.
Before I could stop myself, I whispered, “Don’t.”
He froze for a milimoment before spinning. His hand still around his cock, eyes flared. His stomach muscles so smooth and defined caught rivulets of water, turning the droplets into a merry-go-round of planes and lines before journeying down his powerful legs and sexy feet.
My mouth parted just looking at him. How could he keep his sexuality hidden under a drab lap coat? How was I so blind?
“What the fuck, Linden? Don’t you know how to knock?” He tried to cover himself with his other hand, flinching a little as he battled with not finishing.
“I want to—I want…” I couldn’t finish my sentence so captivated by him under the torrent of water, knowing he was pleasuring himself. “Were you wanking over me?” My cheeks glowed, but I took confidence from what he said last night. He wanted me, too; he just couldn’t admit it.
His mouth tightened. “Leave me alone.”
Hurt lanced through my heart. Why was he so determined to push me away?
I couldn’t move and couldn’t even find happiness as his eyes trailed from mine, latching onto my naked body. My blood responded to the need smouldering in his hazel-green eyes, but I didn’t know what to do about it. Was I brave enough to ask a man to like me when he didn’t even want me in the same room as him? Who would rather wank than have me?
I hung my head, tears stinging. “Fine.” Without another word, I spun on my heel and charged out of the bathroom, leaving behind humid steam for the dry heat of the lounge. My nakedness made me vulnerable in the worst way and everything that happened between us last night cindered into falseness. Whatever happened between Noah and me, it was all in my head. He was caught in the moment, and, like any hot-blooded male, took me with no strings attached. After all, we were at Circotica. A place of free and inhibited sex. I shouldn’t feel so used, but I did. Not by Carson—but by Noah. Bastard . What a bastard to make me think emotion existed when he was just a sex-crazed man who liked to tug on women’s heart strings. He made me believe there was more. He lied.
The shower wrenched off and Noah stumbled out the door. His chest pumped, and he busily wrapped a towel around his waist.
“You said we wouldn’t talk about it. That it was for one night! Fuck, don’t complicate this.”
Anger seeped into my limbs, and I spun. “ I’m complicating it? How about you? We live together. We never talk and then we have mind-altering sex. Forgive me if I want to talk about that! To understand the passion between us. There was more
I tiptoed to the shower curtain and peeked around the side.
My heart instantly curled up in shock and need.
Noah’s eyes were closed, his stomach tense and arm working. I thought he’d been hunched dejectedly, when in reality he was arched with pleasure.
His fist jerked up and down on his erection. Thighs spread wide, back rippling with energy as he worked himself to a release.
Oh fuck. That was too hot. I’d caught him wanking. Was it over me? Instantly my body infernoed and wetness built between my legs.
Noah groaned softly, barely audible over the spray of water. His hips thrust into his hand, so close to making himself come.
I didn’t want him to come . I wanted to be the one who did that. I wanted to take him again, to make him a part of me. If he climaxed now it would siphon down the drain and be an empty release. With me it could be a new beginning if he worked out his issues.
Before I could stop myself, I whispered, “Don’t.”
He froze for a milimoment before spinning. His hand still around his cock, eyes flared. His stomach muscles so smooth and defined caught rivulets of water, turning the droplets into a merry-go-round of planes and lines before journeying down his powerful legs and sexy feet.
My mouth parted just looking at him. How could he keep his sexuality hidden under a drab lap coat? How was I so blind?
“What the fuck, Linden? Don’t you know how to knock?” He tried to cover himself with his other hand, flinching a little as he battled with not finishing.
“I want to—I want…” I couldn’t finish my sentence so captivated by him under the torrent of water, knowing he was pleasuring himself. “Were you wanking over me?” My cheeks glowed, but I took confidence from what he said last night. He wanted me, too; he just couldn’t admit it.
His mouth tightened. “Leave me alone.”
Hurt lanced through my heart. Why was he so determined to push me away?
I couldn’t move and couldn’t even find happiness as his eyes trailed from mine, latching onto my naked body. My blood responded to the need smouldering in his hazel-green eyes, but I didn’t know what to do about it. Was I brave enough to ask a man to like me when he didn’t even want me in the same room as him? Who would rather wank than have me?
I hung my head, tears stinging. “Fine.” Without another word, I spun on my heel and charged out of the bathroom, leaving behind humid steam for the dry heat of the lounge. My nakedness made me vulnerable in the worst way and everything that happened between us last night cindered into falseness. Whatever happened between Noah and me, it was all in my head. He was caught in the moment, and, like any hot-blooded male, took me with no strings attached. After all, we were at Circotica. A place of free and inhibited sex. I shouldn’t feel so used, but I did. Not by Carson—but by Noah. Bastard . What a bastard to make me think emotion existed when he was just a sex-crazed man who liked to tug on women’s heart strings. He made me believe there was more. He lied.
The shower wrenched off and Noah stumbled out the door. His chest pumped, and he busily wrapped a towel around his waist.
“You said we wouldn’t talk about it. That it was for one night! Fuck, don’t complicate this.”
Anger seeped into my limbs, and I spun. “ I’m complicating it? How about you? We live together. We never talk and then we have mind-altering sex. Forgive me if I want to talk about that! To understand the passion between us. There was more
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