Chapter 41 : Private Party

*Jane*

Noah doesn’t even bother showering at the stadium.

We barely greet anyone before we disappear to his car. My hand is on the back of his neck playing with the hair scraping his nape, and his one hand rests on my thigh, ever so often sliding up higher than it really needs to. The hand he keeps on the steering wheel is white-knuckled, his grip tightening every time I find a new sensitive spot on his neck to play with.

The tension in the car is palpable, and my stomach is in knots thinking about what’s in store.

We get to the penthouse, Noah putting his phone on silent and I do the same before we even reach the elevator. He keeps his hand in mine on the walk there, but the second we’re alone and the doors close, his mouth is on mine.

I lose myself in the taste of him, pulling him closer to me with a moan. He backs me up against the wall and I nearly hit some of the buttons on the control panel. He pulls away with a bite to my lower lip, his forehead resting on mine