Caylee
Noah’s answer is immediate after I said that. “Time to leave.” He practically growls in my ear. His fingers lace through mine as we weave through the other guests to the exit. He doesn’t look at me as we wait for the elevator which heightens my nervousness. He pushes the button for our floor still without looking my way. He watches the doors releasing my hand. As soon as they shut, he turns toward me his eyes intensely staring at me before he steps toward me. My back hits the wall with one step as I bite my lip. His thumb tugs it free. “Are you sure you want this, Caylee?”
“I’m sure.” I whisper. That seems to ignite him. He presses me against the wall as his lips crash into mine. Noah’s kisses always send me into a haze but this one completely turns me inside out. This kiss is his
