Page 76 of The Ghost of You

In fact, the entire date I was wishing it was Noah sitting across from me, not Mason.

I pin my hair up on top of my head and wash my face, glad the date is over.

I never should have agreed to go on it.

There is a knock at my door. I jump when I hear a second knock. Did Mason come back to kiss me goodnight? I hope not.

I finish drying my face off and walk to the door.

I turn on the porch light and open the door. My heart skips a beat when I see Noah standing there.

What is he doing here?

“Noah? What are you doing here?”

He doesn’t answer me, just pushes his way into my house.

He closes the door behind him as he reaches for me.

My heart starts beating as fast as a hummingbird’s wings when he pulls me against him.

I try to ask him again what the hell he is doing. “Noah, what are you—”

But I can’t finish my sentence because his lips are on mine.

And it is the most amazing feeling in the world.

It doesn’t take me long to wrap my fingers behind his neck or open my mouth to his so his tongue can collide with mine.

He pushes me against the wall in my foyer and I groan as he presses his body harder into mine.

His lips are full and soft but hard and determined to prove a point. He bites on my bottom lip and I groan. This kiss isn’t meant to be a delicate first kiss.

No, this kiss is meant to shatter walls.

He moves his lips down my neck, pulling my t-shirt down so he can lick my collarbone.

I groan out his name and he presses his body harder into mine. I can feel his erection pressing into me and I grind against it. My body has a mind of its own when it comes to Noah Taylor and it wants him, all of him.

His lips return to mine and he moans into my mouth as he devours it.

Kissing Mason was fun.

Kissing Noah is like riding the tide during a hurricane. Dangerous, wild, reckless. Like if you let go of the rails you will sink to the bottom of the ocean but if you keep holding on, you’ll see stars as you ride the wave.

This kiss doesn’t just have me seeing stars.

It has me seeing the whole damn galaxy.

I didn’t think a kiss could be like this, taste like this.

It’s passionate, crazy, untamed.

And I want more.

Noah must want more too because he lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. He carries me into my bedroom and throws me on the bed.

I giggle as that lopsided grin he gave me once before takes over his face. “Mayberry.”

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