7. Noah

CHAPTER 7

NOAH

N oah set the plates filled with food onto Sophie's glass dining room table. He turned the kettle on just as she stepped out of her bedroom.

"What's this?" she asked.

He shrugged. "It's the least I could do for last night."

Sophie laughed. "Are you thanking me for sex?"

Noah laughed nervously in realization. "I guess I am. Coffee?"

"Please," she said, grabbing two mugs from the cupboard. She took over, telling him to sit, and poured them each a mug. She looked nervous.

"I hope you don't mind," he started.

"No. No, it's okay. Thank you."

They ate slowly and quietly.

Noah had never overstayed his welcome at a woman's house before, nor had he wanted to. It always felt too intimate. But with Sophie, it felt different. Normal.

Her light brown hair was loose and she wore an oversized black T-shirt. She sipped her coffee, showing off her finely manicured hands. She tapped them along the mug, her eyes withdrawn in thought. Her lower lids were slightly smeared with kohl, the remains of last night's makeup.

Noah replayed last night in his head over and over again — not just the sex, but their discussion. He knew it was crazy to ask her to marry him but it felt too perfect. She was everything he was looking for.

He didn't love her but he knew he didn't hate being in her presence. And as long as they agreed not to catch feelings and remain platonic, what could go wrong?

"Sophie, about last night…" Noah trailed off just as she looked up at him.

"Let's do it," she blurted.

He was shocked. Was she agreeing to what he thought she was agreeing to?

"Are you sure?" Did she truly understand that they could never be a normal husband and wife? Would she really be willing to give up love to have a child?

She nodded. "I mean, we should probably talk about it some more… but yeah, I think so."

Had it truly been that easy for him? Noah was overcome with relief… and fear.

"Okay. Tonight, then," he said. "We can have dinner and discuss some ground rules."

Sophie laughed. "Ground rules?"

"I think it would be best if we set some expectations for one another. That way nobody gets hurt. Let's think about it as more of a business meeting."

Sophie stood and moved to the sink, rinsing off her dishes. She was quiet, with her back turned to him. Noah got scared that she had expected more but then she spoke. "Okay."

Noah stood, approaching her.

Her eyes flickered across his bare chest. Was that arousal he had just seen there?

Noah couldn't help but admire her long bare legs. Was she wearing anything under that T-shirt?

No. If he wanted this to work, they couldn't sleep together again.

Sophie leaned over the counter to grab something on the far side, the movement revealing a hint of her naked underside.

Well, she definitely wasn't wearing shorts. What about panties?

Sophie turned back around and Noah realized how close he had gotten.

"So, this business agreement…" Her eyes gleamed. "Does it include—"

"Let's discuss the rules at dinner," he interrupted. He needed to get out of here before she made him cave to the desire growing in his pants.

Noah went to step back but Sophie grabbed the hem of his pants, preventing him from moving. He exhaled loudly, now fully hard. Dammit. He needed to leave.

"Sophie…" He trailed off but didn't step away. To tell her that he didn't want to would be a lie. He wanted her to push him. To seduce him.

She met his gaze, heat blooming in her blue eyes. God, she was so sexy. She rose onto her toes to whisper in his ear, her breath sending a shiver down his spine.

"So there are no rules until tonight?"

Oh. She had a point. Perhaps they could experience each other one more time before anything became serious. Just to get it out of their system.

He wondered, if he reached out his hand, would he find her as ready for him as last night? He had to know.

"We shouldn't," he said, repeating her words from last night. But his mind begged her to continue. To convince him a little more.

Sophie grabbed his hand and guided it towards her. "Tell me to stop." Her movements were slow, allowing him more than a reasonable time to object.

Noah couldn't. He wanted to experience her one last time. His hand brushed along the bottom of her T-shirt.

Both of their breathing became audible. And Noah closed his eyes as her wetness coated his fingers.

No panties.

Holy fuck.

Sophie moaned softly but Noah didn't open his eyes. He began moving his fingers against her. Circling her.

He reached out for the back of her neck with his other hand and brought her closer to him. With her head cradled against his chest, he slid a finger inside her.

Sophie gasped, reaching for his button and freeing him from his pants. She nudged him back to lean against the counter and sank to her knees before him.

With Noah fully exposed now, she planted one hand at his base and licked the entire length of him. And then she took him fully in her mouth and it just kept getting better and better.

Noah moaned in pleasure as Sophie began twisting her hand and mouth over him, gently squeezing and adding suction exactly when it was needed. If he let her continue like this, he was going to come.

No. If this was his last chance to be inside her again, he would not waste it.

Noah felt the absent ache of her mouth as soon as she stopped. Sophie pulled off her top, exposing her breasts.

"Your tits are fucking amazing," he whispered.

Sophie giggled as he hoisted her onto the quartz countertop. He paused, admiring the view of her perfectly curvy body.

Impatiently, she raised her leg, planting one foot onto the counter top and smirked, giving him a sight more holy than he had ever witnessed. "I want you inside me."

He didn't make her ask twice. Noah grabbed onto her hips with one hand and guided himself inside with the other.

Sophie wrapped her arm around his neck and Noah leaned onto her shoulder as he thrusted into her, allowing her to hear every moan that left his lips.

He was getting close, but he wanted her to come again. "Do you have a toy?" he asked.

She nodded.

"Go grab it," he instructed, thankful for the moment to calm himself down.

Smiling, Sophie hopped off the counter and disappeared into her bedroom. She reappeared a moment later with a small black vibrator.

Moving elegantly, she led him over to her sofa and sat him down. "I want to ride you."

"Yeah?" he taunted. Yes please.

"Yeah," she replied. She straddled his legs and eased herself on him.

She used her legs to slide him in and out of her, using the back of the couch to steady herself. And then she turned it on and pressed the vibrator on to her clit.

They both gasped in pleasure.

"Does that feel good?" he asked, watching her eyes close in pleasure.

She nodded, speeding up the rate that she rode him. "I want you to come inside me again. That was… so… hot," she panted.

Her request and the vibration sent Noah's pleasure into overdrive. He never wanted this to stop.

She pressed her lips against his, kissing him passionately as she began to slow on top of him. She was trying not to come, he realized.

"Please," Noah begged against her lips. He gripped her hips with his hands and began lifting and pushing her hips faster.

"Noah," she moaned in warning. Her hand fisted in his hair, taking every inch of him with delightful enjoyment.

He didn't stop. Not until she let out a loud whimpering moan and exploded over top of him.

The gripping pulse of her orgasm was too much and he slammed her hips down once more before climaxing inside of her.

Sophie's head rested on his shoulder. The room suddenly became hot, the physical heat between them making him sweat. But a peaceful exhaustion swept over him, and he didn't want to move.

Neither of them did as they caught their breath. Eyes closed, they took in the moment and Noah gently traced his fingers along her lower back.

Eventually they rose to clean themselves off and get dressed.

Sophie walked him towards the door.

"So tonight?" he asked, tugging on his shoes.

"Yeah. Just text me the time and place."

"Okay," he agreed, standing by the now open door.

He was unsure how to manage his exit, so he simply said goodbye. From this point forward they would have to maintain a platonic relationship.

Sophie returned his goodbye and shut the door.

Noah clicked the down button on the elevator and took a deep breath. Had all of that really just happened? The image of Sophie naked on the counter surfaced in his brain.

Well great, that image was now burned into his mind. How had he gone so long without knowing what she hid under her dress?

And the real question… Could he continue without ever seeing it again?