Page 74 of The Christmas Fix
“Uh,duh.” Cat rolled her eyes at the stupidity of his question.
“But you’re notinlove with her… although I could see why anyone would be. She’s a firecracker.” He was digressing and forced himself to reel it in. “What I’m saying is, I love my ex-wife as the co-parent of my daughter and within the awkward friendship we’ve been cobbling together since the divorce.”
Cat blinked, frowned. “Well, why in the hell didn’t you say it that way in the first place?” she demanded.
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you get me a little tongue-tied when you look directly at me,” Noah pointed out.
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I’m serious, Cat. You’re the color in a gray day. I don’t know how else to describe it. I look at you, and I see all this passion and joy and fun and excitement. I’ve never met anyone like you. Including my ex-wife, who I care for and respect but have no desire to be married to anymore,” he clarified.
Noah didn’t know how he’d expected Cat to respond, but it certainly wasn’t jumping into his arms and locking her legs around his waist.
“Let’s try less talking,” Cat suggested, a millimeter away from his mouth. “Less room for misunderstanding.”
He gave his assent by gripping her sweatpant-clad ass and squeezing.
She brought her mouth crashing into his in a tangle of teeth and tongue and want. Blindly, Noah stumbled forward, pressing her against the entertainment center cabinet.
She tasted like danger. And for once in his life, Noah wanted to slide a toe over the line onto the wild side. He squeezed her hips, her ass, yanking her tight against him. She responded with a muffled moan against his mouth.
Noah whirled and pressed her hard against the closed door, losing himself in a ravenous kiss. The way she moved against him, writhing and sliding. The sexy noises that clawed their way up from the back of her throat. He wasn’t going home tonight. Unless she wasn’t sure…
“Are you sure about this, Cat?” he murmured, his lips dancing over hers.
“Stop. Overthinking. And have sex with me.” She shoved her fingers into his hair and gripped hard.
He felt the shock of pain, saw stars behind his eyes. And then lost his damn mind.
He spun them, desperate to lose the layers that separated them. He stumbled against the dining table and spread Cat on it as if she were a feast ready for the sampling. She wouldn’t let him pull back, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her thighs holding him in a death grip.
Noah shoved a hand under her tank, reveling in the smooth flat of her stomach. The warmth, the silky texture of her bare skin finally beneath his. It was an exquisite torture being so close to her yet still not close enough.
“Lose your shirt, Noah,” Cat commanded.
Happy to oblige, he reached behind his head and dragged the pullover off.
“So much better.” She reared up to rain kisses and bites across his chest. “So built,” she murmured.
“Back at you,” Noah said, sliding both hands under her shirt and yanking it up and over. “Fuck. I don’t know if I can survive this.” Reverently, he trailed his hands higher over the ridges of ribs to the swell of her perfect breasts.
“They’re not going to break,” Cat said breathlessly as Noah splayed his fingers over the heavy bottom curve of each breast.
“No, but they deserve to be savored,” he promised.
“I don’t know if I can handle savoring,” Cat warned him, a hitch in her voice as his palms blazed a trail to her pebbled nipples.
She dropped her head back onto the table with a thunk. “Oh, God.”
Noah took his time lowering his mouth to her. He dropped a circle of kisses around one pink, aching point.
“Killing me,” Cat groaned.
Finally, Noah gave in to the desire to taste. He lapped at her nipple with the flat of his tongue. Her hips bucked against him, lining his throbbing cock with the wet that seeped through the cotton of her pants. He flexed, testing.
“Noah!”
“I’ve barely touched you, tasted you, yet,” Noah teased.
