Chapter 25. Weird Dream

When Noah’s lips touched mine, my heart began to race. His tongue was tickling mine as he gave me a slow kiss. His lips felt to be perfectly molded against mine, made just for me. Pulling back slightly against the wall, he kissed the corners of my mouth, then my neck, collarbone, and finally my lips once more. To yank him toward me, I desperately wrapped my hands around his back.

Being intimately close to him, my body felt like it was on fire. I pull my t-shirt over my head, leaving me in my spaghetti strap sleeveless crop tank top. His eyes widened, and his hands squeezed my hips before he lifted me. I whimpered a little, wrapping my legs around his waist. We have a 13-inch height difference; obviously, he is gonna have to lift me if he wants to stand and kiss me for a long time.

He then put me on the bed, kissed my stomach, and cupped my left breast in his large palm, kneading it roughly. I didn’t know how all of my anger and frustration