The Girl I Once Loved: Love & Hate Duet
The Girl I Once Loved: Chapter 11

“Baby,” Noah whispers with hushed awe as his fingers trace my skin. He pulls my hair tie loose and my hair spins down my back in messy waves. “That’s better,” he purrs as his fingers massage my head.

He brushes a kiss against my lips. “I’ve been desperate for this.” I breathe him in and his scent washes over me.

I need more.

Noah brushes his lips against mine again and I gasp, because I’m feeling so much.

Noah eases my mouth open, parting my lips with his tongue. The taste of him, like his scent, is everything. It’s like no time has passed at all. I’m right back to wanting him desperately…more than I’ve ever wanted anything before. His tongue slides over mine, feeding a sweet surge of lust into my entire body like a heady flood. I open to him willingly, needing more.

“Fuck, Skylar,” he groans. “You taste so fucking good. I thought I’d imagined this. This perfection…”

I feel utterly powerless, as if there’s an invisible force binding me to Noah. It’s as though the universe itself conspired to bring us together…like our love story is written in the stars…and I can’t resist its pull. We were made for each other, like two cosmic souls fated to collide.

Every moment apart from him feels like an eternity of emptiness, a void that only his presence can fill. I can’t fight this yearning in my soul, this magnetic force that keeps drawing me back to him.

Noah and I are meant to be, our love an unstoppable force of nature.

His kiss turns wilder, more demanding and aggressive than I know what to do with. Noah’s iron-strong hands pull me against the dizzying hardness of his body. My urges uncoil, opening to him. I reach up to weave my fingers through his thick hair. It’s the only soft thing about him. He makes a low, tortured sound, lifting me and carrying me over to the bed.

“Noah,” I whisper. I don’t know if I’m trying to slow this down or if I’m pleading for more.

“Let me have you. Please,” he begs.

He lowers us onto the bed, placing me on his lap so I have to straddle him. One of his hands sinks into the hair at the nape of my neck, gripping tightly. He gazes into my eyes, challenging me.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he growls, and I whimper, feeling the hardness of him between my legs.

He kisses me and I don’t have it in me to do anything but fall.

I don’t know how I ended up here.

But I’m so in love with him.

My legs are spread and my wet, softening pussy is pressed up against the gigantic ridge inside his jeans. The only barrier between us is my very wet thong.

Noah pulls me forward, his hands pushing up my dress and sliding along my bare ass. He squeezes my cheeks, thrusting me harder against his bulge. I moan into his mouth as I move against him.

I cry out as we move together, dry humping like we’re teenagers all over again. Noah licks at my mouth, kneading my ass as he pulls me into him in a steady, deliberate rhythm.

“Fuck. Look at you. You’re a fucking dream.”

His fingers slide beneath my thong, lazily gliding through my folds until he reaches my clit. His thumb presses down expertly as his other fingers dip into my core and…

I wake up to my hand between my legs, my skin on fire, my core pulsing.

I can’t help but replace my clit, pressing on it just how I’d dreamed Noah had. I should think about anyone but him, but my body has other ideas. One hand plays with my breasts while the other plays with my clit, slipping through my folds…

I orgasm faster than I have in years.

And when I’m done…my body is still achy…feverish…desperate.

My head might not want Noah Fontaine.

But there’s no doubt that my body does.

Fuck.

After taking a cold, cold shower that does little to ease my suffering, I walk to get something to eat. But I freeze at the threshold of the kitchen, my heart racing in my chest.

Noah is there, shirtless, leaning against the counter and fiddling with his phone. Panic surges through me, and I turn, desperate to retreat and slip away unnoticed. But before I can make my escape, his teasing voice cuts through the silence.

‘Hey there, little stalker,’ he drawls from behind me. “You wouldn’t be running from me, would you? You know I love a good chase.”

I’m caught like a deer in the headlights. Turning back seems inevitable now, and with an exasperated sigh, I slowly pivot on my heel and walk back into the kitchen. The room suddenly feels too small, too suffocating, with Noah’s shirtless allure.

His grin is sly, like he knows exactly what happened in my bedroom this morning and he’s here to torture me over it. He’s still leaning against the counter, his playful smirk making my heart race even faster. It’s hard not to notice the way his toned muscles glisten in the soft kitchen light, and I mentally kick myself for getting caught staring.

‘What are you doing here, Noah?’ I finally manage to ask, trying to sound composed despite my racing pulse. “Don’t you have work?”

He chuckles, pushing himself off the counter and sauntering over to me with a playful glint in his eyes. ‘It’s storming outside,’ he says, his tone dripping with mischief. “What have you been doing that you haven’t noticed?”

I try to keep cool, but it’s a losing battle as my cheeks flush with embarrassment. “I just got up,” I tell him loftily, moving to go around him to grab some almond milk from the fridge.

But he steps in front of me.

“You know, it’s an interesting thing, Sky,” he says, his voice low and teasing as his gaze trails down my body. I’m just wearing a tiny pair of shorts and a tank top since I thought everyone would be at work, and I’m well aware that my nipples could cut diamonds through my shirt.

Noah’s well aware of it as well, judging by the way he’s staring at my chest.

He grins, his gaze lingering on me as if he’s enjoying my discomfort a little too much.

“What’s interesting?”

“I walked down the hall to see if you wanted some coffee and there were moans coming from your bedroom.”

I pale and he steps forward, so close that my breasts are pressed against his bare chest. There’s a dull roar in my ears, and I think I might die of embarrassment.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I tell him, but my voice is rough and thick…with desire.

Every pass of my breath rubs my sensitive tips against his chest, and I need another change of underwear because my panties are soaked once again.

“Oh, I think you do. Now, I know you didn’t have a man in there with you. So tell me…what kind of vibrator are you using nowadays?”

“I wasn’t using a vibrator,” I quickly object, and his eyes flash. It takes me a second to realize what I’d said. I had denied using a vibrator…but I hadn’t denied getting myself off.

He leans close, his lips brushing against the edge of my ear. “Hmm, I wonder who you were thinking of that could get you off with just your fingers?”

I shivered and he chuckles lowly. His fingers trail across the skin showing between my tank and my bottoms.

“No one,” I whisper.

“Should I call you “little liar” now?”

I can’t concentrate, because it seems like his fingers have some kind of magical power and every pass over my back has my clit throbbing.

“Noah,” I whisper, and I’m trying to warn him away, but it just comes out breathy and embarrassing.

“Noah. That happens to be what I heard you moaning in your room.” His tongue brushes against my chin and a soft whimper slips from my lips.

“Missed you moaning my name, baby,” he purrs.

I yank myself away, walking backwards until I hit the back wall of the kitchen, my breath coming out in gasps.

He crosses his arms over his chest and my gaze gets caught in the way it makes his biceps bulge.

“You know you don’t have to rely on dreams, Sky.” He reaches over to the counter and grabs his mug of coffee. “You can have the real version whenever you want.”

My cheeks heat as memories of my dream flood my thoughts.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he growls, and I whimper, feeling the hardness of him between my legs.

He kisses me, and I don’t have it in me to do anything but fall.

I don’t know how I ended up here.

But I’m so in love with him.

“I’ll pass,” I spit out. “STDs aren’t on my to-do list for my visit to Thatcher’s Bay.”

His mouth tightens and his gaze goes dark and stormy, mirroring the storm raging outside.

“I think, of the two of us, I’m the one you have to worry less about that,” he snaps, stalking away before I can say anything else.

What had he meant by that?

And why do I care?

I suddenly have absolutely no appetite, and I flee back to my room, ready to hide away until my mom gets home from work.

It’s a secret I’ll take to the grave that I get myself off one more time…to Noah’s face once again.