Tropesville

Chapter Seven

Mikaela POV

My skin felt electrified. Everywhere Noah touched me I felt sparks. I even felt it in places he wasn't touching. I was breathless, confused, unable to concentrate on anything except his touch and his whispered words.

His low gravelly voice still echoed in my brain, I just want to make you feel good. How the fuck do I respond to that? I can't exactly say no, because yes, Noah, I want that too. But not only was I scared, I wasn't prepared. I mean I had bikini wax but that's it. What if he wants me bare? What if he doesn't like the way I look down there?

I was still tipsy. Maybe I should say no, ask him to stop. But I didn't want to. I wanted him. Every reason I had for saying no in the past was gone. I was ready, I knew him, I trusted him, I cared about Noah and he cared about me. Was I just saying no now out of habit?

Noah's hand was sliding up my thigh, I had to say something, his hand would reach my underwear in a second. Maybe I didn't have to say anything, maybe I could just let it happen.

I grabbed his arm, I couldn't do it. "Noah, I..." I didn't know what to say. Sy removed his arm from my hand and dress. I looked away, I couldn't bear to face him. Why was I such a prude? Hot tears stung my eyes and made me feel ashamed. What if he thinks I'm just a tease?

"Mika, are you crying?" Sy clasped my cheeks in his huge paws and made me look at him, "Hey, hey, hey, hey. Don't cry, Chicken." He wiped my tears away with his thumbs. "Shh. It's ok."

"No, it's not, I'm sorry." I choked out, tears flowing unrestrained.

"No, I'm sorry." Noah said pulling me into a hug. "I shouldn't have. I let myself get carried away." Swaying slowly, Noah rocked me, his hand stroking my hair, whispering reassurances in my ear until I got myself under control. "Alright now, Chicken?"

I nodded and gave him a wry smile. Noah smiled back and lifted me off his lap and onto the sofa. He got up and got us both some water from the mini fridge.

We sat a little awkwardly for a while, sipping on our water. I didn't know what to say and neither did Noah. I felt stupid, I'm freaking crying now? He's going to think I'm too needy, too annoying, too much effort like they all do. I glanced to the bedroom, God what are we going to do? I guess we technically have two beds again, but that's not what I want either. I was getting tired, the buzz from the alcohol was slowly going away. I stifled a yawn, but Sy saw it.

"Let's go to sleep, Chicken." Sy said, standing up. "Go on in the bedroom and get ready. I'll get changed here." He put an arm out to me and helped me up. Our eyes met. Despite everything, his still held the same fire of desire in them and they kindled a flame inside me that went straight to my core. He was so handsome, so sexy, so big, and so sweet, he made me feel weak. And he still wanted me. His chest puffed as he looked at me, his jaw clenched and his hands went into his pockets, but he didn't move.

I wasn't tired anymore, I burned. I wanted him so badly. I took a step closer to him, his brows furrowed, confused. Breathing deeply, my heart thumped in my chest. I reached out tentatively and took hold of Noah's shirt and started to pull it out of his pants. Noah didn't move, not a single muscle. It was like he had stopped breathing. But his eyes, his eyes said don't stop.

I started undoing the buttons with shaky hands, starting at the top and working down. Noah was breathing again, heavily, he stared at my fingers as I undressed him. I didn't know what I was doing, whether I should even be doing this. I moved in closer as I finished with his buttons and parted his shirt, revealing his chest. I bit my lip, unsure, then touched his chest. Noah shuddered and made a noise in his throat as my fingers seeped into his fur.