Page 46 of Quiet Obsession
It’s comforting... and arousing.
“Can I use the bathroom?” I ask, dropping my bag.
“Sure. You want a drink?”
I exhale a shaky breath, unsure whether alcohol would be a good addition. It’d help me relax... but what if it clouds my judgment and amplifies my raging hormones?
Fuck it. “Yes, please.”
The last thing I notice disappearing into the bathroom is Noah’s gaze dragging down my frame. The door clicks shut and I grasp the sink with both hands, hanging my head low.
Calm down.
I count to thirty, then splash my face and neck with cold water. It doesn’t help. Goosebumps dot my skin and the slick heat between my thighs grows unbearable.
I lift my head, staring into my reflection. I look...wild. Pink-cheeked, lips pursed, eyes glassy and unfocused. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say I’d been thoroughly fucked.
Abby and her boytoys invade my thoughts again. The rhythm of their cocks moving inside her, four hands roaming her body, the sounds she made, Mateo holding her by the hair...
I squeeze my thighs together, mouth parting when the all-consuming need flares further. God, I can’t stay here. I’m so flustered every move I make sends shivers down my spine. I’ve never been so turned on. Never felt like I’d combust.
Noah raps his knuckles against the door. “You okay there?”
“No,” I admit, yanking the door open. “I’m sorry. I just... I don’t know how to calm down.”
He steps into me further, the warmth of him seeping into my already burning skin. “Want me to help, beautiful?”
“Help?” I whisper, my voice loaded with desire.
His long fingers cinch my wrists, and he drags me outof the bathroom and straight into his chest. He closes the door, then pins me against it, his body slotting against mine.
A whimper escapes my mouth before I can swallow it, shame licking up my throat.
Noah dips his head, his teeth grazing my earlobe. “I can make it better, Millie.”
His thigh slots between mine, applying delicious pressure where I need it most. I gasp at the contact, a violent shudder shaking me from head to toe.
“Like this,” he rasps, breathing harder. “Nothing more, just...” He shifts his leg, rubbing the aching spot, and stars burst behind my eyelids. “Feels good, beautiful?”
I fist his pullover, curling my fingers in the fabric. “Noah...”
“I’m here,” he says, his voice lower, softer, raspier. “It’s okay. Do you want me to stop?”
I don’t know.
The pressure against my clit feels divine. Tiny sparks dance along my nerve endings, pleasure building fast while everything inside me tightens. I don’t know what to do with the sensation. It’s overwhelming. Brand fucking new. Foreign.
Touching myself never felt likethis. Not even close.
“Fuck, look at you,” Noah breathes, pressing into me harder. He locks my wrists in one of his and pins them high above my head. “You going to come for me, Millie?”
He grinds his thigh into me, tearing another moan from my lips, but Creed hijacks my mind, uninvited. Theway those dark eyes watch me like I’m a puzzle he wants to crack open...
But then there’s the way Noah watches me like I’m a particularly difficult chess match that requires ample patience.
The way my body reacts to Creed.
The way it reacts to Noah.
