Playing with Fire

Chapter Six: Sexual Spark

(A/N: Sorry I stopped publishing, I had a mega case of writer's block. I'm not sure if anyone is actually enjoying this story.  But if you are then yay!)

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Noah and I walk into the kitchen area. I grab paper plates for the both of us.

"So it's only green peppers and cheese. Sorry I didn't really plan for you to be here," I tell him.

He grabs four slices of pizza, "All pizza is good pizza."

I laugh and say, "Yeah not exactly. Try getting a pizza outside of the Chicago Land area. You will probably be disappointed. Went to Tennessee and Wisconsin and ordered some pizza and it's just not as good as Chicago pizza."

He chuckles back at me and takes a bite of the pizza, "it's not that bad but Aurelio's is better."

"I've never heard of Aurelio's Pizza," I tell him as I start eating my pizza.

"We should go there, it's delicious," he says to me.

I look away awkwardly. To be honest I'll probably never see him again so it really doesn't matter.

"So where you from?" I ask him, trying to change the subject.

"Orland Park," Noah says to me, "You?"

"Merrionette Park. Right off of 111th and Western area," I answer to him.

"Nice, sounds like a distance from here."

"Not really. Not if I have a car," I look up and smile at him.

Noah takes our paper plates and throws them in the trash. He walks up to me and looks down at me. He doesn't tower over me but he's still pretty damn tall. I'm 5'5 and he's 6'2. I look up at him and smile at him. I'm trying not to be awkward but this is pretty damn awkward.

"You have such a beautiful smile, Erin," Noah says to me.

I look away and try not to make it obvious that I'm blushing. Honestly, he's pretty sweet.

My right hand is sitting onto the counter. Noah takes another step closer to me, puts his left hand over my hand.

I look back up into his beautiful blue eyes and say, "What are you doing Noah?"

He takes his right hand and cups my cheek. I can't break eye contact at this point, not even if I wanted to.

"You have the most bluest, most beautiful eyes I have ever seen, Erin, " he whispers to me.

He bends down getting even closer to my face. We just keep staring into our eyes.

I close my eyes. I'm not sure why he has such a weird effect on me. I should stop him, but I don't want to.

"They're darker on the outside but when they get closer to your pupil, they turn into a sea blue," he whispers to me, "They're beautiful."

He takes his right hand from my cheek to the back of my head and pushes his lips against mine.

THERE IT IS. The spark again.

I take my left hand and throw it over his shoulder and kiss him back. He takes his left hand and places it against my hip. I take my freed right hand and rand my fingers through his hand.

This feels right. He sucks on my lip, asking for entrance that I gladly grant. We're so tied up into this lip lock, it's as if we were both hungry. He pulled away from our kiss for what only felt like half a second. He grabbed me by my thighs, picked me up and placed me on the counter. His lips were back connecting with mine. His hands were roaming my body... His right hand started at my hair, his left hand started at my thighs. It was like a full exploring massage. He removes my black shorts and panties. I'm only left in my tank top and my bra. Noah roams his hands over my stomach and to my breasts. His lips left mine and places them against my neck.