Forbidden Fantasies

Chapter Two

Our eyes locked for a brief but electric moment. Noah's gaze bore deep into mine, searching for any flicker of hesitation, but he would find none. The truth surged within me, undeniable and raw—I craved him. I craved the warmth of his hands on my skin, the electricity of his touch igniting my senses. I longed to trace every sculpted line of his body with my fingertips, to explore every inch with soft, lingering kisses.

After what felt like an eternity, Noah must have sensed my resolve because he finally nodded in agreement. He stepped up to pay the cab driver, the ease of his movements suggesting confidence. Together, we walked into my house, his hand resting possessively on the small of my back, sending shivers of anticipation down my spine.

I guided him into my bedroom, pausing just inside the threshold to let him take it all in. Yet, his eyes remained locked on me, drinking in every detail. I could feel his gaze tracing a path from my eyes, lingering on my neck, sweeping down to my chest, and continuing to my feet. A rush of vulnerability washed over me, and I instinctively wrapped my arms around myself as if to shield my body from the intensity of his stare, even as excitement throbbed beneath my skin.

"Don't do that, Abigail. You have an amazing body, and I can't wait to touch every inch of it."

My breath hitched, a fleeting tremor of anticipation coursing through me as my arms fell limply to my sides. Noah took a tentative step closer, our bodies nearly aligned, heartbeats syncing in the charged air between us. His forehead gently rested against mine, casting a soft shadow over our closed eyes. I could feel the warmth radiating from him, heightened by the soft brush of his hand as it settled on my hip. Slowly, deliberately, he slid his palm along my side, tracing a path over my stomach and past my breasts until it lingered just beneath my chin. He tilted my face upwards with subtle precision, provoking our lips to hover tantalizingly close, mere whispers apart. We stood there suspended in time, our breaths mingling as we waited for the unspoken invitation to make the first move.

Eventually, the tension became unbearable, a palpable electricity crackling between us. Unable to resist any longer, I leaned in and pressed my lips against his. The kiss began slowly, filled with a sweetness reminiscent of the romantic scenes in movies, but that gentle beginning quickly transformed. Noah shifted his hand from my chin to cradle the nape of my neck, drawing me closer and deepening the kiss. His other hand settled possessively on my hip, mirroring the intimacy of our connection. I responded instinctively, lifting my arms to weave my fingers through his soft, tousled hair, urging him even closer as our breaths mingled.

I kept my grip firm on his tousled hair, fingers weaving through the strands, pulling him closer. His hands moved deliberately, tracing a path down my back to the zipper of my dress. With a teasing slowness, he began to ease it down. He gently slid the straps off my shoulders, and I felt the cool air against my skin as I wriggled free from my form-fitting dress. The fabric whispered along my body, pooling at my feet. As I worked swiftly to release the buttons of his shirt, his touch guided me back toward the bed.

He gently urged me until I sat where he wanted me. Leaning closer, his lips met mine in a soft, lingering kiss as I slid his shirt off, revealing the muscular contours of his broad shoulders. His warm breath danced across my skin as he trailed kisses along my neck, and I instinctively tilted my head, granting him deeper access, savoring the electric connection between us. I moaned softly against his ear, my arousal now too encapsulating to hide.

Slowly, Noah sunk to his knees and trailed kisses down my chest, ebbing and flowing with the gentle heaves. He skillfully unclasped my bra and freed my breasts from their lacey prisons. Noah took his time taking each of my nipples in his mouth, sucking and twirling his tongue around them, toying with them to the point of painful stiffness. After releasing them from his mouth, he took them between his fingers, twisting, pulling, and rubbing them. Each movement sent electricity through my body, igniting every nerve to full attention. My moaning became audibly louder as he continued kissing down my stomach, nipping at my jutting hipbone.