Chapter 195: Like it? [M]
I pull my shirt over my head and toss it aside, not caring where it lands. My skin feels tight, my body buzzing with anticipation as I look at him. It’s been too long—far too long—since I’ve had him like this. Nearly a week, give or take, though it feels like an eternity. The weight of the days apart presses heavily on me, and I can’t wait another second to feel him against me.
I pull Noelle into my arms, and the kiss we share is hungry, desperate. It’s not gentle or careful—it’s everything I feel for him poured into a single moment. He responds immediately, his lips matching my fervor, his hands tangling in my hair as he pulls me closer. It’s intoxicating, the way he gives himself to me so completely, yet takes just as much.
Goddess, I love him. I love him so much it burns, an ache in my chest that never fully leaves, no matter how many times I tell him.
My hands find their way to his waist, then to the hem of the elegant shirt he wore today. I untuck it from his pants with a quick motion, my fingers already slipping beneath to feel the warm skin I know is waiting there. But instead of the softness of his skin, I’m met with something different—something unexpected.
My fingers pause, brushing over the unfamiliar texture, and my curiosity flares. I pull back from the kiss, my breath coming in ragged pants as I look at him. He’s flushed, his lips slightly swollen from the intensity of our kiss, and I nearly lose myself all over again just looking at him.
But that curiosity... it gnaws at me.
"What are you wearing?" I ask, though the question is more of a breathless murmur than anything else.
Noelle doesn’t answer right away. His cheeks turn an even deeper shade of red, and he looks away, avoiding my gaze. It’s adorable, the way he’s suddenly shy, and it only makes me want to see what he’s hiding even more.
Without waiting for permission, I tug at the buttons of his shirt, my hands fumbling in my haste. The damn things won’t cooperate, and frustration bubbles in my chest. With a growl, I lose what little patience I have left and simply rip the shirt open, the buttons scattering across the floor.
And then I see it.
My breath catches, my entire world narrowing to the sight before me.