Tropesville

Chapter Nine

Mikaela POV

I watched Noah out of the corner of my eye while I washed my hair. He was staring at me. He tried to hide it, making out like he was drying off, but he was well and truly dry and his gaze never strayed. It was strange how it made me feel. I enjoyed his eyes on me, his desire for me was plain, but I also felt exposed in a way that was a bit uncomfortable. I wasn't used to being naked around men. The only thing that stopped me from turning around, hiding myself was that I liked looking at Noah as much as he seemed to like looking at me.

I combed conditioner through my hair as I watched him brush his teeth. His towel sat around his shoulders, the rest of him was naked and I couldn't stop my eyes following the lines of his back. His body had that nice v shape, big at the shoulders and narrowing at his waist and hips. And his ass and thighs. I had to bite my lip. My God, he had good legs.

Noah finished with his teeth as I washed myself and when he turned to hang his towel my eyes sought out his cock. I only had a brief look before turning away, my face burning. Fuck, I think it was hard again. Well not completely, it wasn't standing upright but it was bigger than when I saw it soften after he had orgasmed. It seemed like such a simple thing, it's just a dick, all guys have them, but what did it mean when it was only sort of hard like that?

Coming over the shower, Noah opened the door and stuck his head in. His eyes quickly looked me up and down and my already burning cheeks felt aflame. "I'm going to order breakfast," he said. "What did you want? I forgot."

"Bacon and eggs and a double shot coffee," I replied, desperately trying to keep my eyes on his face.

"That's right," he said. Noah didn't leave straight away, and I saw his lip twitch.

"You didn't forget, did you?" I accused.

Not hiding his smirk anymore, Noah said, "Nope." He licked his lips.

"You're an ass," I said, and I threw my sponge at him. His reflexes were quick, and he closed the screen door, chuckling as he left the bathroom.

Getting out of the shower, I pulled my robe on and wrapped my hair in a towel before brushing my teeth. I took the time to get my thoughts in order. I was a little surprised at how okay I felt with everything that had happened between me and Sy. Our relationship seemed to be escalating quickly. I was already feeling things I hadn't felt for anyone since Matt. But even that wasn't a fair comparison. It seemed like with Matt, our relationship was child-like, as if we were pretending to feel the things we thought adults felt. But with Noah it felt real, like there was no imitation. Well, from Noah it seemed to be genuine. I certainly felt like a fraud, a child playing a game I wasn't equipped to play.

Annoyed at the thought I brushed vigorously, trying to get out my frustrations. I applied my moisturiser and went to the bedroom to get dressed. I heard the tv on in the next room and closed the door for privacy while I put my underwear on. I went back into the bathroom, turning around in the mirror, checking how I looked from every angle, standing on my toes to check my ass. They were nice underwear, pink and lacey, comfortable but I guess still sexy. Maybe? I wondered if Noah would like them, or would he see through my act, see that I was playing a game I was practically a novice at. I sat on the bed, pulling on my stockings, another addition to the illusion that I knew what I was doing. From movies and magazines, it seemed like guys liked this kind of thing. But was it too much, too obvious?

Hearing a knock on the bedroom door, I pulled my robe back on just as Noah stuck his head into the room. "Foods here, Chicken," he said.

I forced myself to smile as much as I could and said, "I'll be right there." As soon as Sy shut the door I pulled the stockings off and threw them back into the luggage.