All Chapters of SEVEN NIGHTS WITH MY STEPFATHER: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Noah’s kiss was different this time.Not frantic. Not desperate. Not the kind of kiss that tried to erase everything else. It was slow, deliberate, like he was tasting every second of me, memorizing the shape of my mouth, the way my breath caught when his tongue brushed mine. His hands cupped my face—gentle, thumbs stroking my cheekbones—and there was no rush, no demand. Just sincerity. Just him. Just us.When he pulled back, his forehead rested against mine, breath warm on my lips.“I missed you,” he said again, voice low and rough with feeling. “Not just your body. You. All of you.”My throat tightened. I wanted to say something clever, something flirty, but all I could manage was a shaky, “I missed you too.”He smiled—small, real, a little sad around the edges—and kissed my forehead.“Come inside,” he said. “Let me make you a drink. You look like you need one.”I followed him behind the bar, the familiar scent of rum and lime and sea salt wrapping around me like an old blanket. The

The first thing I felt when I woke up was heat—slow, wet, deliberate—moving along the inside of my thigh.I blinked against the morning light filtering through the thin curtains, still half-lost in sleep, body heavy and lax from the night before. My legs were already parted slightly, one knee bent, the sheet tangled around my hips. Then the sensation came again: a soft, open-mouthed kiss just above my knee, followed by the slow drag of a tongue tracing higher.My breath hitched.I lifted the sheet just enough to peek underneath.Noah.Shirtless, hair mussed from sleep, eyes half-lidded with hunger as he kissed and licked his way up my inner thigh. His stubble scraped lightly against my skin, sending little sparks racing straight to my core.Heat flooded my face.“Noah—” I started, voice thick and sleepy.He looked up, lips curved in that lazy, wicked smile that always made my stomach flip.“Morning, gorgeous,” he murmured against my skin. “You taste even better in daylight.”Before I

Noah’s hand was firm on my wrist as he pulled me through the crowd, weaving past bodies swaying to the pulsing beat, past the bonfire’s crackling glow, toward the beach club’s restrooms at the back. The music thumped in my chest, the bass vibrating through my bones, but all I could focus on was the heat of his palm, the way his thumb stroked the inside of my wrist like he was already claiming me. My heart was racing—not just from the alcohol or the dancing, but from the way he’d looked at me all night: like I was the only person in the room, like he’d been starving for me since the moment I left Hawaii.He pushed open the door to the women’s restroom—empty, thank God—and locked it behind us with a click that echoed in the tiled space. The fluorescent light was harsh, but the mirrors reflected us back in soft multiples: me in the mini floral dress, straps thin and slipping, hem riding high on my thighs; Noah behind me, shirt unbuttoned, chest rising and falling fast, eyes dark with wan

I was still fixing my lipstick in the hotel mirror when my phone lit up on the dresser. Noah’s name flashed across the screen, and my heart did that stupid little flip it always did when I saw it. I answered on the second ring, already smiling.“Hey,” I said, voice lighter than it had been in days.“Hey, gorgeous. I’m downstairs in the lobby. You ready?”I glanced at myself one last time—simple black dress, knee-length but fitted, thin straps, low back, hair loose and wavy from the salt air, gold sandals, the vanilla perfume he loved. I felt pretty. Not perfect. But pretty enough to make him stare.“Yeah,” I said. “Coming down now.”I grabbed my small purse, slipped my phone inside, and headed for the elevator. The doors opened on the lobby and there he was—standing near the entrance, hands in his pockets, white linen shirt unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up, dark jeans hugging his thighs. He looked up the second the elevator dinged, and the way his face lit up when he saw me

The morning sun was gentle, still low enough that the light felt golden and forgiving as Noah picked me up at the hotel. He was waiting outside in his Jeep, engine idling softly, one arm resting on the steering wheel while the other held a small bouquet of white lilies wrapped in simple brown paper. The flowers looked delicate in his hand—pure, almost fragile—and the sight of them made something in my chest tighten before I even stepped out of the lobby.He looked up the moment the glass doors slid open, and his whole face changed. The easy grin he usually wore softened into something quieter, more tender. His eyes moved over me—taking in the simple sundress I’d chosen, pale blue with thin straps, the way my hair was loose and still a little damp from the shower—and he smiled like seeing me was the best part of his day.“Morning,” he said, hopping out to meet me. “You look beautiful.”I smiled back—small, nervous, still carrying yesterday’s weight in my bones—but the way he looked at