Page 73 of Just a Taste
Beautiful is an understatement when it comes to Noelle Jones.
I’m in a daze as I lower my head and take one of her nipples into my mouth, rolling it between my lips. I flick the tip with my tongue, savouring every inch of her. I cup her other breast with my hand, massaging it gently while my thumb brushes over her erect nipple.
Noelle lets out little moans and sighs with each touch, her breathing quickening, and I know we’re both about to reach a breaking point. Her hands are back to running through my hair, pulling me closer, as if she can’t get enough.
I know the feeling.
I don’t want this moment to end, and a thought suddenly strikes me.I could do this forever.Stay in this kitchen, kissing and touching Noelle until the stars burn out.
And so, of course, the timer on her phone chooses that moment to go off.
The alarm is piercing, cutting through the heavy, heated sounds of our deep breathing. Noelle jolts backwards in my arms with a shriek of surprise.
‘Shit!’ she murmurs, pressing a hand to her chest as she struggles to catch her breath. She tries to lean away from me to reach for her phone and switch off the alarm, but I pull her back towards me until she’s flush against my chest. Her nipples, hard little peaks, brush against me and that sends another wave of arousal shooting straight through me.
‘I should—’ she begins, but I cut her off by capturing her lips in one last searing kiss. She’s stiff in my arms for all of half a second, before she melts into my touch. Her hands come up to cup my face and we lose ourselves in each other again.
This time, when we pull away, I don’t let her get too far. I press my forehead against her own and run my thumb along her jawline.
‘What were you saying again?’ I murmur.
Noelle blinks. ‘I… What?’
‘Something about me not enjoying life? You think I didn’t enjoy that?’
She swallows and then laughs, pulling my chin down until I’m level with her lips again. ‘Fine. You win.’
She pulls me in for another kiss. One I’m more than happy to give.
You win.
Except, it feels like we both have.
CHAPTER TWENTYNoelle
‘It’s not like I’m asking you to put on a Santa suit and dance around singing carols all night,’ I say, nudging Hoxton with my elbow as we stand in front of his giant TV screen that probably cost more than my rent for the year. ‘Although…’
Hoxton rolls those dark, brooding eyes – a look I’ve become well acquainted with in the short time I’ve been his temporary roommate – and folds his arms over his chest, which is admittedly averynice chest. I’m allowed to say that, now that I’ve had first-hand experience of it.
‘Don’t get any ideas.’ He shoots me a sideways glance before picking up the remote and switching the TV on.
I have to admit, when I first broached the idea of watching a Christmas film tonight, I was certain Hoxton would put up more of a fight. But he agreed without any hesitationat all. I’m not sure if that has something to do with the fact that he could probably still taste me on his lipsorif it was because I was sitting on his lap, softly grinding against him as I murmured my request.
Either way, here we are.
Hoxton is dutifully scrolling through his various streaming services, looking for a Christmas film we can both agree on. I sneak a glance at him as he scrolls through the listings, the look on his face entirely too serious for what he’s looking at right now.
Not once over the course of the last two years have I seen Hoxton looking anything other than meticulously groomed and poised. I’ve joked with Eve before that he’s like a machine, appearance always perfect without a single strand of hair out of place.
But now…
His hair is still tousled, his sweatshirt hanging awkwardly from one shoulder from when he roughly pulled it back on minutes ago, and there’s an unmistakable purple mark blooming at the base of his neck. I feel an unfamiliar sense of possessiveness as I take him in.
I did that.
Hewantedme to do that.
Begged for it. Groaned into the crook of my neck as I alternated between biting and sucking along his jawline. If my alarm hadn’t gone off, I have no doubt that his handswould’ve travelled below my breasts and dipped below the waistband of my sweats, finding me wet and waiting.
