Chapter 66 Pink Ears & Worried Lips
Noah's POV:
I kiss her even though I probably shouldn't. I've wanted to do it for months and as soon as my lips meet her, I know without doubt that I'm not going to regret this decision. She leans into the kiss, as I remove my hands from her arms so I can cup her face.
My senses are in overdrive as I allow my tongue to explore Eden's mouth as one of my hands moved to the back of her neck, encouraging her to tilt her head up further as I step towards her, pushing my way into her personal space.
Her hands wrap around my neck, inviting me closer still.
The sensation of her tongue against mine combined with the taste of her is hypnotic. I don't know how long we stand here like this, lip locked, kissing with a furious passion that at least I've been trying to ignore for months. The feeling of her slight frame against my own body sends fire through me and I know if I don't pull away, I'll probably rush us into something that neither one of us is prepared for.
This can't be just one night. Or just one kiss. It can't be a foolish romp on her sofa. So I have to pull away. I need her to know that she means more to me than that. That this means more to me than that.
But her mouth is too tempting and her skin covered in goosebumps under my touch has me itching to touch her more.
"I should go," I whisper against her lips, not willing to completely disconnect from her.
Our gazes meet and she nods her head sharply, just once as she tries to catch her breath. There are things that need to be said but they can all wait for tomorrow. If I try to say them tonight, I'm not sure I'll succeed at controlling myself.
"I'll see you in the morning," I tell her, forcing myself to step back.
"Yeah," she replies, the word coming out hurried and high pitched.
Pulling away from her, I collect my belongings. I should offer to help her tidy up, I think to myself. We've left her living room in a shambles.
"Should I help..." I begin but she shakes her head.
"No. I can do it," she tells me as she brushes herself down slightly as if one kiss could leave her looking indecent somehow. It's sort of adorable especially when her cheeks are painted scarlet.
"You're blushing." I can't refuse the opportunity to tease her.
"Did you not see your ears earlier?" she retorts confidently and immediately my hands go to cover my ears.
"No. What's wrong with my ears?" I ask, horrified.
She giggles as she goes on to explain that apparently I blushed earlier too. Although I find it highly unlikely. I don't blush. But there's no convincing her of that.
"I'm telling you, I don't blush," I say, moving towards her again even though I need to keep my distance if I want to keep a clear head.
"I'll take a picture next time," she threatens.
"There won't be a next time because I don't blush, not on my ears or anywhere else for that matter."
"Don't you think you're protesting a little bit too much?" she asks, a wide smile gracing her expression. It's a relief to see her so happy after her earlier tears.
"I'll prove it," I tell her, now mere inches between us.
"How?" she whispers, looking up at me.
"Say something embarrassing."
"Like what?"
"I don't know," I say. "Anything. Something that will make me blush."
"Anything?" She pauses, biting down on her bottom lip as she considers the challenge I've set her. I struggle not to react as I watch her worry that lip. More than anything, I want to kiss her again.
"There!"
"There what?" I ask, blinking in surprise.
"Your ears!" She grabs my arm and pulls me to look at my reflection in a mirror she has mounted on her wall. "Look!"
"I don't know what you think you see," I say with false bravado, "but my ears look perfectly normal to me."
"Like hell they do," she replies as I pull her against myself, causing her to squeak out in surprise.
One more kiss won't hurt.
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