ut again, what am I going to do after school’s over? I’m seriously leaning toward law school.” Apparently, when I get nervous, I ramble. I’ve just shared something with him that I haven’t even shared with Ryan or had ever talked about with Karly.
“I think you’d make an excellent attorney,” he says, sipping from his glass. Wow, so this is what it feels like? Having someone other than those who are required to care about you support something you want to do.
“Okay, enough about me. If you weren’t a professor, what would you be doing?” Time to dive into the mind of Noah Bain for just a moment. If I’m going to break him, I need to know him inside and out.
“I’d be a writer, one hundred percent.” I didn’t expect that. I figured he would go with something a little more lucrative, maybe a doctor like his father. Apples usually don’t fall too far from the tree.
“I think you’d be an excellent writer.” He blushes under my approval. Maybe he’s never had anyone support his dreams, either.
While I’m simmering the chicken and dicing some vegetables, the kitchen’s pretty quiet with the exception of the sizzling on the stove and the radio going in the background. For a while, I forget that I’m not alone and begin dancing along to Adele’s crooning. Her soulful voice invades my body, and not only do I softly sing the song word for word, my hips sway to the beat of the music.
“You’re not a bad singer, you know that?” Noah interrupts, and I nearly drop a piece of chicken on the floor.
“Shush, I’m busy,” I say, and laugh nervously. Again with the compliments. I’m going to need him to show his true colors soon enough. This Mr. Nice Guy routine is starting to play tricks with my mind and what I’m about to do.
Noah offers to set the table, which he does beautifully, even opting to bring out a few candles and opening a new bottle of wine. Sitting together, enjoying a meal, isn’t something I ever pictured happening when I concocted this plan, but it’s nice. Since I left home, I’ve been eating dinner alone.
“Well, I’m impressed.” He smirks at me, narrows his eyes. “You actually can cook.”
“I told you. Just so you know, I don’t do dishes.”
He laughs. “A little late to tell me that. Maybe that would’ve been a deal-breaker.”
“Really? You would’ve given up the chance to try my award-winning Mexican chicken burritos just to avoid doing the dishes?” I shake my head. “You’re not the man I thought you were, Mr. B.”
He’s smiling at me and I wonder what he’s thinking. Something about the way he’s looking at me makes me uncomfortable. Or maybe it’s the fact that I’m enjoying myself more than I thought I would that’s making me uncomfortable?
“So, dessert first, or the movie?” he asks, reaching across the table for my hand, leading me to the living room, directing me to sit on the sofa.
I raise an eyebrow. “That depends on what you have planned for dessert.”
Chapter 20
Noah
Licking my lips, I smirk, eyes clouding with lust at the thought of her taste on my tongue again. Zara throws her head back, laughing a soft, feminine laugh. I love it. She looks happy…really happy. Not this fake front I’ve come to know that she puts on in class or with everyone else.
“I didn’t really have anything planned. I think the only thing I have is granola bars, and that doesn’t even sound good.”
“Seriously? Granola bars? I can’t.” She continues laughing, holding her stomach, tears falling from her eyes.
“I have a better idea, anyway.” I stalk toward her. When she notices that I’m on the prowl, her laughter ceases. I lean over her, one hand on the back of the couch, the other wrapping around her neck, pulling her head, and more important, her lips, toward me.
In the blink of an eye, she’s on me, her tongue battling with mine, my teeth nipping at her lower lip, both of us breathing heavy. I gently lift her from the sofa, and she wraps her legs around my waist. I move until the back of my knees hit the couch and carefully lower us. Zara moves her legs to straddle me before my back hits the cushion.
“Shirt,” I command. Without any other direction, Zara peels the tight shirt from her body, tossing it behind her. She places her arms behind her back, ready to unclasp her bra, but waiting for another directive. I nod, and the bra also finds its way to the floor.
Leaning forward, I capture one pebbled peak between my teeth, nibbling, and my other hand finds the other mound, massaging. All the while Zara’s head’s thrown back, soft moans escaping her perfectly pouted lips. Her hands thread in my hair, pulling me closer to her body.
“Stand.” I’ve never been a demanding lover. With Shannon, it was just run-of-the-mill sex, nothing exciting or special. Even with my partners before Shannon I was usually tame, but Zara drags something out of me. Makes me want to command her attention and control her actions. It’s exhilarating. I don’t know how I’ve gone this long without acting this way. I only hope she’s enjoying it.
Once she’s off my lap, she faces me, a devilish grin on her lips. God, I just want to taste her already. Without breaking eye contact, she places her fingers on the button of her jeans. “May I?” she asks, and my dick jumps. I nod. Not because I can’t speak, but because I’m worried I’d scream “Hell, yes,” or something else juvenile.
She quickly undoes the button and zipper, shimmying her slender legs free. “No panties tonight, Ms. Hamilton?”
“What would be the point, Mr. Bain? I figured that it would be one more thing I could accidently forget and your girlfriend find. I may have been trying to seduce you for weeks, but hurting Shannon was never part of the plan.”
“Well, since we no longer have that problem, you don’t have to worry about it. I like it, though. From now on, when you come to see me, underwear is not acceptable. You’ll remain bare for me.” I have no idea where this is coming from, but the way her breathing picks up and her nipples harden even more, I know she likes it. Fuck, her being submissive under my words is such a turn-on. I’m not even inside her and I’m already becoming undone.