Page 45 of Falling for Fury
Relentless. Although, I’m not all that surprised. Typical for a guy to ditch, and then when he sees that I’m not chasing, thinks maybe now he wants a piece.
Shaking my head, I put my phone back in my pocket and ignore the next ding and turn my attention back to the girls. I ignore the satisfaction of him chasing me. I am a hot-blooded woman, after all, and you’d have to be blind and a lesbian to not be attracted to Noah Karvelas and all his God-like sex appeal. I applaud myself for my restraint and strength in turning him down and just hope he doesn’t ask again the next time he sees me. I’m not sure I’d be able to turn that down in person.
“What’s that cheeky grin for?” Rosie says from across the table, and my cheeks heat when I realize I’ve been pushing my pasta around my plate in a daze, thinking about what it’d look like to not turn down Noah’s offer.
I let loose a nervous laugh and sip my wine, buying some time for an excuse.
“Oh my god, it’s Noah isn’t it!?” Rosie’s eyes light up.
“Why haven’t you guys… you know, sealed the deal yet?” Casey asks from where she sits, her grin matching Rosie’s, and she levels me with her waggly eyebrows.
“Because he wasn’t interested, and I have enough dignity to not go asking again.” Even though he has just essentially offered me a one night only Noah buffet, but I keep that to myself. I had given Rosie and Casey a highlight reel of the trip to Maplewood, including the night Noah had blown my mind and then bailed almost immediately. Rosie had just been confused that the man left without getting his own needs handled and wondered if maybe he had a ‘problem’. Casey just laughed and said at least I was able to get my rocks off. Despite the fact he satisfied me better than any previous encounter I’ve had, I was still intrigued as to what I was missing. If he was that good with his tongue, imagine his other talents.
If I’m being honest, giving in to Noah makes me nervous. As much as I’m adamant I don’t want to lock myself into something, that night in Maplewood was only a glimpse into what the electricity between us could do. I could only imagine the sex. What if he ruins me for all future partners and I end up never being able to have sex again?
“Maybe it’s something you both need to get out of your systems.” Funny, Noah had said the same thing.
“I have a feeling he’d only bury himself deeper,” I mumble while shoving more pasta into my mouth.
“Is that so bad?” Casey asks gently.
“Yes, horrible, in fact. Let her enter her hoe era for a while. Enjoy yourself before you settle on a one-dick life. You need to sample the fruits of the city before you decide which one you’ll settle for,” Rosie says very matter-of-factly, and I nearly choke on my pasta trying to conceal my laugh and Casey does the same.
“Not what I was going for, but yes, it is bad. Noah isn’t a relationship person, and as much I could try, I just can’t do casual. With the way he gets me all tangled in emotional webs, I don’t trust myself or my hormones to not get carried away.” Casey nods in understanding and Rosie cheers’ me across the table with her wineglass, and they change the topic as I discreetly pull my phone back out.
One night. Just one night and we can get it out of our systems.
Even through text, he is a delicious temptation I’m struggling to avoid.
No, I am strong. I can withstand the Noah effect and hold firm. I will continue on my SoulSwipe hunt. I’m certain there are other eligible men in the city that aren’t losers and self-obsessed douche bags.
That should do it.
Noah
Take a hint.
The way Addison can get my blood boiling in frustration and get me hard with desire is like a mental and emotional whiplash I still can’t get a grip on. Just one night, if we could have one night, I could get her out of my system and stop fucking thinking about her.
I spent the next week figuring out my priorities and trying to get my head right enough to focus on the EcoX deal about to implode, while keeping the rest of my workload in check enough to hold down the fort until this deal with Matt goes through. Chicago was still the plan, and I really needed to get my ducks in a row so I could start looking at real estate and hiring more staff.
Since Dad died, I have spent every day reminding myself why the pain of losing love is not worth living with it. Since Addison, though…well, I was struggling to think of reasons not to pursue her. Maybe if I offered more than one night, she’d agree? Maybe she really was out there looking for a relationship and not a one-night stand and I had just misread her? After seeing her on that date with Eric and her turning down my offer, I still hadn’t managed to shake the thoughts of her, the memory of her moans and the way she rains her fury from her eyes. The energy around her, the way she draws me in, I just can’t get enough. Every time she is around, I just want to be there, too. And I can’t work out how to make this stop.
Maybe I did want to try to do not-casual. Maybe that’s what all this meant.
What I did know was that I wanted to see her again, explain that I had ditched Maplewood because I needed to clear my head, deal with some work stuff… maybe contemplate actually explaining it all to her… maybe counteroffer her an exclusive-casual thing? I’m sure I’ll think of something on my feet. Hint not taken, I shoot my shot, yet again.
Nothing. Not even the little floating dots.
I lose my dignity and shoot her a text on the following day:
Again, nothing.
Like I am surprised. Her ignoring me only makes me think about her more. Like a treat you’re told you can’t have, so you just begin to crave it. Her smile, her husky laugh, the way she bites her bottom lip when she is horny, it burns a memory in my brain. Taunting me, reminding me that I am a fucking idiot for leaving back at the lodge. Remembering the sounds she made, how she tasted, and when she moaned my name.
Staying true to our new routine, the guys caught up at Puck’s again the following Monday, sitting in the Beer Garden enjoying the late April sun. Lucas was raving about Addison, the stupid kid wore his heart eyes for everyone to see, wouldn’t take a genius to work out he was crushing hard on my Addison.
My Addison. Who have I become?