Heat in the Hamptons

Chapter 28

Noah stood under the water and let it wash away his fatigue from the last 24 hours.

So much had happened it felt like days instead of hours.

He kissed Addison, pushed her onto the counter, and had been ready to kiss every inch of skin. Was interrupted by Megan, helped Addison carry her to the bath, and then held Addison while she cried.

Realized he was in love with her. 

He dragged his hand down his face. What was he going to do?

Addison tiptoed to Noah's room. With each step, she tried to talk herself out of what she was about to do.

No. It's time to do something simply because you want to. He's a big boy, he can make his own decisions.

She grasped the doorknob and twisted. It was unlocked.

She felt the wave of heat hit her in the face, the smell of Noah washing over her. She peeked around the door and saw the frame of his body behind the glass shower. It was an opaque glass. She was thankful for that at the moment.

She stepped into the room and closed the door behind her without a sound.

She pulled the straps of her sundress over her shoulders and let it hit the floor with a whisper.

She wasn't wearing a bra, but she pushed her panties down until they met the dress on the floor.

Noah wasn't sure how he was going to tell Addison, or if he would. What if she didn't feel the same way? He tilted his head back and let the hot water cover his face. When he looked forward again he saw the glass door of his shower open.

His breath caught in his throat when he saw Addison standing there, naked.

Without a word she stepped into the shower and shut the door behind her, never breaking her gaze from his.

They stood there, Addison at one end of the shower and Noah at the other.

Noah tried to keep her gaze but his eyes fell to the rest of her body. She was gorgeous.

Noah realized he hadn't let out his breath yet and tried to. 

What was she doing here?

Addison was silent and Noah raised his eyes to meet hers again.

Without a word, she stepped forward and stood on her toes, and connected their lips.

Without hesitation he wrapped his arms around her, his hands fanning over her bare back.

She tangled her hands in his hair and pressed herself against him. The feel of his chest against her breasts felt amazing.

Their kiss was slow, soft. It wasn't like the night before when they fought each other for dominance. This time they flowed together, lips, tongue.

Noah slowly backed her up against the wall of the shower. He bent and picked up the back of her knees and she fell into him. He picked her up and held her against the wall, her legs wrapping around his waist.

She bit his lip and he groaned, one hand sliding up her leg, up her waist, to her breast. 

He cupped it and his thumb teased her nipple.

She moaned into his mouth and he took the chance to slide his tongue in. 

The steam in the room heightened all her senses. Every touch felt like dragging lava over her skin. 

His lips left her mouth and traveled down her neck, sucking and nipping.

She clutched his shoulders, trying to hold onto him.

Her core was dripping. She wriggled her body, trying to squeeze her legs to bring him closer to her. She needed him, now.

Noah moaned as she had fallen low enough to feel his dick, hard and ready at her entrance.

He tore his mouth away from her neck and straightened, trying to look into her eyes.

They were closed and she was biting her lip. He kissed them gently and she opened her eyes.

He was asking for permission, she knew that. After all of this, he still wanted to make sure it was okay.

Instead of answering she grabbed his neck and pulled his mouth to hers.

He kissed her back and lined himself up before thrusting in.

"Oh!" She moaned into his mouth. Her hands tangling into his hair again, holding on for dear life as he pulled back and thrust again.

She felt every inch of him and it was ecstasy.

Noah had to be dreaming. He couldn't fathom a world where this was truly happening to him. She tasted like sugar and felt like butter. With every thrust, he came apart at the seams.

How had he gone his whole life without feeling this way?

She used her legs around his waist as leverage and bobbed herself up and down with his rhythm. Her head falling back against the wall as he hit her deep. A moan ripping out of her throat as her eyes rolled back slightly.

His hand hit the wall behind her hard, he was trying to contain himself. 

He was trying to stop himself from devouring every piece of her too soon. He wanted this to last all night, all weekend. 

Now that he had felt her wrapped around his body he could never let her go.

"Harder." She said, her words barely a whisper.

He made a move to go deeper and nearly slipped. To right himself, he pushed her into the wall with his entire body to protect her from falling.

They looked at each other and laughed.

"Noah." She whispered, stretching forward to kiss him gently.

"Yes?" He asked, looking at her through his lashes.

"Let's get out of here before we kill ourselves."

He laughed against her lips and pulled her off the wall, thinking if that was the case, he'd die a happy man. She secured her legs around his waist and slowly raised herself up and down onto him while he walked them to bed.

They were soaking wet but he threw her on the bed anyway, fuck the duvet.