We're JUST Friends

I turn my body over and glance upward at Noah, his chin looks slightly crooked, but that may just be from the angle I'm sitting in.  His nose wrinkles when he laughs, and a single dimple forms on his left cheek.  “Hey Noah?”

His eyes are still glued to the screen of the TV.  He gets this way every time he watches Star Trek.  Don’t get me wrong, the movie is great…but after the eighth time, I think I’ve had enough.  NotNoah though, and don’t let his looks deceive you, he’s by far one of the nerdiest people I know.

“Noah,” I whisper, this time adding a little hint of seduction.

It seems luck has graced me because it flashes to commercials and he finally looks at me, “What Mandy?”

Underneath my lashes, I look up at the boy with the blue eyes, the boy I’ve known practically my entire life.  My eyes falter, “Never mind.”

His eyebrows knit together, "Mandy,” he says, “you know I know you better than that.”

“It’s nothing,” I don’t look at him.

Noah’s body falls back into the couch and he sighs, “What is it Amanda?”

My eyes flash over to him at the sound of my full first name.  I blink repeatedly, “It was a stupid idea.  Forget it.”

“How about you tell me what your idea is and then I’ll tell you if it’s stupid or not?”

Star Trek’s been playing for the past two minutes now and he hasn’t once ripped his gaze from mine, I better take advantage of this opportunity.  “Fine, but you can’t laugh.”

His hands go up in surrender before his right hand makes an X over his heart with his finger, “Cross my heart Mandy.”

A small laugh leaves my lips, “Okay, close your eyes.”

He rolls his eyes before shutting them.  I bite down on my lip hard, half in disbelief of what situation I just threw myself into.  My eyes curl around the shape of his lips, the dips of his cheekbones, as I wonder about just how lethal my stupid idea may be.  I inch over to him, freezing slightly when he says, “Any day now.”

“Just keep them closed,” I reassure him, “and you cannot open them for anything.”  My lips are only inches from his.

His breathing heightens.

When my body’s close enough, I release my bottom lip, and I'm quickly reminded why I dare to do this.  A little fire boils inside me and I know it’ll show in my eyes.

“Aman—”

My lips meet his; well attacked them would be a better word.  The kiss is slow at first, as every cell and nerve in my being feel and taste everything.  His mouth is hotter compared to my own and it’s not until now that I realize how much we both taste like caramel popcorn.  My tongue runs over his full bottom lip before I bite it and tug on it slightly.  My fingers move slowly down the back of his neck, making him shiver within my grasp.

Then he bites my lip and sends my mouth open with a gasp, feeling his tongue discover mine.  The kiss heightens now, as our mouths move in sync.  Our tongues touch one another and the heat in my body rises.

I wait for the sensation of his hands trailing down my body, and my body creates an arc when they do.  His large hands move my body with a mind of their own.  His fingers slide down my chest, falling prisoners as they cup my breast before continuing to move down the side of my body, my skin rising with chills.  I feel him smile in my mouth, trailing his tongue on my lips before the kiss intensifies by a power that’s not my own.  Our bodies press together, held together by a force that feels unhuman.  His hands move underneath my shirt and I moan lightly.  Though my eyes are closed, they flash brightly.

I move my lips slower now, not allowing myself to fall captive to the way my soul burns brightly.  I bite him one last time, before releasing him, leaving our bodies high and dry.

My eyes flash open, my body reeling away from his.  The room is quiet, the house alone, but there is so much I can hear.  My heart thumps vigorously, my footsteps light, as I try to catch my breath. 

“Amanda,” I turn to the sound of the huskiness in his voice.

His blue eyes are dark now, full of hunger and lust, the same one that’s racking my body.  His gaze grazes my body with a feather-light touch as they reach every corner before they meet mine again.  My lips part before I bite them shut, silencing the growing need to meet his again.  My eyes travel down his body with a harsher, hotter touch of a burning desire.  Who said that boys were the only one who get a hunger?

He closes in on me, his hand extended against the wall, my back pressed against the wall as well.  “You’re not going anywhere.”

So this is just a preview of the first chapter.  Also, I need to know whether to keep it PG-13 or make it rated R. ;D How about you guys let me know?