Untouchable (Haven Falls 1)

“Uh huh,” I breathe, placing my hands on his warm shoulder.

“And every time you touch me and your eyes flutter closed for the briefest second, that’s you resisting my charm like a damn pro?”

Crap. Does that really happen?

“Definitely.”

“And what about when I kissed you?” he questions, raising his head so his lips hover just above mine. “Tell me, what the hell was that reaction? Because to me, that seemed a hell of a lot like you not being about to get enough.”

I shrug my shoulders. “What can I say?” I grin, denying it all even though the truth is as clear as day. He knows it, I know it, every last person in Haven Falls knows it. “I’m a woman and you were giving up the goods. I would have been a fool to pass up what you were putting down, and besides, I was half drunk.”

“You’re blaming your reaction on alcohol?”

“Definitely.”

“And what about your reaction now?”

“Huh?” I question though one mental check of myself tells me I’m practically wrapped around the guy. My arms are around his neck, my chin tilted towards his, begging to be kissed, while my mind is foggy with everything Noah.

“Yeah,” he says, cocky attitude and all. “There’s no way in hell you’re bailing on our date.”

I can practically feel the stars in my eyes as I watch him. Right now, Noah Cage could do no wrong and the moment is made that much sweeter when his lips finally press down on mine.

I melt into him as though his lips were made just for mine and it’s as good as I had remembered from Friday night. Actually, this is even better. On Friday night I had a blurry mind from my friend Vodka, but here, this is just me and him and I have more than a clear mind.

Noah’s lips pull from mine as his forehead drops and rests against mine. “Yeah, you definitely like me.”

Crap. He’s right. I could definitely get used to the idea of dating this guy. Hell, I might even consider more than just dating. He’d make one hell of an amazing boyfriend.

“I could say the same about you,” I tell him.

“I sure fucking do,” he says, not denying it one bit and making all the uncertainty within my mind disappear. “I’m man enough to admit that you’re in my head.”

I bit down on my lip. “Is that a good thing?”

He studies me for a moment as his fingers spread wide over my skin. “I haven’t decided yet.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’re trouble. You’re different than what I’m used to. You’re fucking real and honestly, that scares the shit out of me.”

I step back from him and drop the towel from my shoulders before grasping the fabric of the cold, wet shirt. I study him right back, unsure of what to think of his honesty as I pull the shirt from my body. I guess I wasn’t prepared for that. Shrugging it off and denying any kind of feeling while keeping a cocky grin on his face. Yeah, that’s the kind of reaction I would expect from the pack leader.

Instead, I get honesty. I get straight up, in your face, heart warming honesty. I mean, is this normal? It couldn’t be, right?

I drop the wet shirt at my feet and go to pull on Noah’s dry one when I realize he’s gawking at me. I quickly glance down just to check one of my tits haven’t fallen out of my bra and let out a breath of relief when I find them safely tucked away. I mean, they’re cold and I certainly have fripples, but otherwise, they look pretty good as usual.

So why the hell is he gawking at them like a horny thirteen year old boy about to spring an untimely boner? Should I turn around and scramble to pull my shirt on or own it? Shit, I don’t know. I’m sure he’s seen more than his fair share of tits over the past few years. Mine couldn’t be anything new.

I cough to gain his attention. “They’re just boobs, Noah. What’s the deal? I bet you’ve seen more than anyone else in Haven Falls.”

His green eyes reluctantly pull from my chest and up to my eyes before briefly dropping back down again, not ashamed at all to be caught having a good look. “First of all,” he tells me, stepping into me and running his finger softly over the curve of my breasts. “They’re not ‘just boobs.’ They’re… fuck. They’re perfect. And second of all, I haven’t seen that many sets of ti….” His face scrunches before he lets out a proud sigh. “Yeah ok, I’m not even going to bother lying about that.”

My mouth drops as a gasp sails out of me. “You were going to lie to me?”