“I had it handled, Noah. I don’t need you to protect me,” I whisper into the dark closet.
“Trust me, I know that. You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met, but this need to protect you is not something I can just turn off. No matter what, I’m always going to try and save you from the ugliness of this world, even if it is from a cat fight.”
“But I like cat fights,” I smile up at him, hating that even with how close we are right now, there’s still a distance that I’m struggling to close.
He shakes his head, clearly not ready to forgive me. “Can I just…take you home?”
I shake my head right back at him. “But I haven’t had a turn on the Slip ‘N Slide yet.”
“This isn’t the fucking county fair, you know?”
“What’s the matter?” I shoot back at him. “You scared of a little water?”
“No,” he scoffs. “I’m scared of you killing yourself for stupid shit like that.”
“Yeah,” I laugh. “You’re chicken.”
I step around him to reach for the door handle when Noah grabs hold of my waist and holds me against the wall. “You know,” he murmurs, pressing his body against mine, trapping me in place. “I don’t know what it is, but when I see you all fired up like that…fuck, Spitfire, it does things to me.”
I raise my chin to look him in the eye. “You’re not about to screw me in a closet.”
His head ducks and a second later, his warm lips are on my neck. “Yeah, I am.”
I tilt my chin, hating my traitorous body as I allow him more access. “No, I’m too angry at you,” I tell him, curling my arms around his body and digging my nails into the strong muscles, hating that his shirt is in the way.
How can he get me so hot so quickly? It’s not fair.
Noah pulls back just a bit and it’s enough to help me regain control of my body, but not once does he let go of me. He cocks an eyebrow. “Angry sex?”
I shake my head, holding back a smile. “Make-up sex?” I suggest.
He shakes his head. “You and I have way too much shit to sort out before we can have make-up sex.”
“Hmmm,” I murmur, sliding my hands up the front of his shirt and feeling the tight ridges of his abs. “What about ‘You can’t possibly get enough of me and need to remind me who’s boss’ sex?”
Noah groans low and I feel it rumble through his chest. “Fuck, that sounds good.”
“Then what the hell are you waiting for, Noah?” I tease, pressing my chest into his. “Come and take what’s yours.”
Chapter 19
My phone blares to life on Noah’s bedside table and I groan into the night. Who the hell would dare wake me from my sex-induced coma at…hell, what time is it? Noah and I only went to bed at one. I reach over and grab my phone off the charger, squinting as the bright light attempts to blind me. Shit. It’s three in the morning.
This better be important.
I bring the phone to my ear as a yawn rips out of me. “Hello,” I grumble, rolling over and stretching my arm out over to Noah, only his side is cold and empty.
Wait. Where the fuck is Noah?
“Spitfire.”
“Noah?” I grunt, flying up out of bed. “Where the hell are you?”
“Shit, babe. Promise you won’t get mad.”
“Mad?” I all but yell before remembering that his parents are asleep down the hall. “I’m already beyond mad. Do you make a habit of sneaking out of bed after I’ve fallen asleep?”
He curses to himself. “Babe, can we just…can you yell at me later?” he sighs as though he really couldn’t give a shit how pissed off I am right now. “I really need your help. We’ve been arrested.”
“Arrested?” I shriek. “What the fuck, Noah? What for?”
“Babe, just…please. I’ll tell you all about it when you get here. I don’t have time to explain it all right now. I need you to come bail us out.”
I shake my head, completely dumbfounded. How is this even happening? One minute, we’re spending an incredibly hungover Saturday together, and now I’m about to sneak out of his house to bail him out of jail. What the fuck is this? And what the hell for? No doubt this has something to do with Anton. I mean, what other reason would he have to sneak out of bed in the dead of night?
“Fuck,” I curse as the anger takes over. “This is not ok, Noah,” I tell him.
“I know, but Spitfire,” he murmurs down the line. “Keep it quiet, ok? The last thing I need is my parents and Tully finding out about this.”
I shake my head before ending the call, not bothering to let him know I’m on my way. He knows me well enough to know I’ll be there and I swear, he better have his tail between his legs when I get there or there will be hell to pay. Who am I kidding? There’s already going to be hell to pay.