Six Pack Noah From Kissing Booth Novels & Stories

What the hell was this? Huge, high-res images bloomed open across his screen. Noah. Shirtless. His damp skin practically glistening, framed in moody shadows against a steam-filled locker room. A weight bench. A gym floor. A towel slung too low across his hips. And the goddamn sock? Not on his feet. Of course not. One image had it tucked into the waistband of Noah’s boxers like some kind of playful accessory. Another had the thing dangling from Noah’s teeth as he winked straight into the lens.

Naoh stood up slowly and carried her to the bed not breaking the kiss. He squeeze her ass cheek sweetly and shs release a soft moans which give Noah more access to her mouth exploring and leaking sweetly the taste of her mouth which seems not to enough of it. He trace kiss down her neck then her boobs peak which had been drawing his attention all along. He release the towel slowly and gain access to her full oranges,the one he had been dying to have so bad. Taking her big nipples into his mouth and fondling with the other make her release a soft moans throwing her head backward.

“Dammit.” “I love these,” he mumbles, using his other hand to stimulate my other breast. I put a hand behind his head, pressing him closer against me, and the steep drop held back by nothing but glass behind me is completely forgotten. He sinks down to his knees, but he keeps his eyes on me. I feel like I can’t get enough air in my lungs. Noah takes one of my feet and begins to remove the strappy wedge shoe, kissing my ankle when he’s done. Then he does the same to the other foot.

, he won’t make a move until she assured him. “Yes.” Her jaw set and she swallowed, not knowing what he wanted to prove. The next few seconds were filled with her outrageous gasps. She was straddling his jean clad thigh, his legs spread apart to give her enough room, his teeth nipping at her slender throat. She pushed against his massive shoulder, some space would be equivalent to a relief. Either that or… She felt him nip at her lips, asking for permission to kiss her more thoroughly. Noah didn’t find her agreeable enough, so his wolf, sneaky menace, allowed him to extend a claw, reach under her shirt and rip her panties out. He shredded the delicate cotton from one side, letting it fall be

I turn around, ready to go back to the ice and play a few games by myself—a way to get the steam off—when I brush against the object of my annoyance. Mistakenly. “Watch it,” Noah snaps, shoving me back, lips curled downward in a frown. The smell of cedar and sweat emanates from him as he wipes at imaginary dust on his uniform. I roll my eyes. “If only you can put the same energy into playing the game like you actually want us to win, I’ll watch it.” I take a step closer to him, forcing him to look straight into my eyes. We’re so close to each other our chests are actually touching.

“Miss Aria, would you be so kind as to direct me to the restroom?” I look at my uncle who seems to notice nothing, then nods. “Of course. This way, Mr. King.” The walk down the hallway is silent. The moment we reach the bathroom door, Noah grabs my wrist, spins me around, and presses me against the wall. His mouth crashes down on mine in a deep, dominating kiss. One hand slides under the oversized shirt, palming my breast possessively while his lips trail hot kisses down the side of my neck. “Still pretending?” he murmurs against my skin, voice rough. “Wearing another man’s shirt like this… you’re testing me, princess.”

I let out a slow breath, trying to steady myself, but my thoughts were all over the place and none of it felt real yet. “Aria!” I turned at the sound of my name and saw Sophia walking quickly toward me, her expression a mix of shock and excitement. “What was that?” she asked, slightly out of breath. “I don’t know,” I said honestly. “You just kissed a random guy.” “I know.” “In front of Ethan.” “I know.” She stared at me for a moment like she was trying to process everything she had just seen. “That was insane,” she said finally. I let out a small laugh, even though nothing about tonight felt funny. “Yeah.” There was a pause before she leaned in slightly and said, “But also… kind of iconic.”

Something sharp ripped through my chest so suddenly I actually stepped back, but I still didn't walk away. The kiss turned hot, less passionate more desire. Within minutes clothes were on the floor, heavy breathing echoed in the room and when I thought I'd seen enough...the new girl moaned. "Fuck me, Ryan.”

I ordered the maid. “Yes, sir,” she nodded. I made my way to the pool, and when I got there, I saw Noah in the water. He pushed himself up to the edge, water dripping from his body onto the floor as he hauled himself out. He was shirtless, and my eyes couldn’t help but linger on the lines of his six-pack abs. Slowly, my gaze drifted down to his thin, wet shorts. Damn. I could see… everything. He was… big. Way bigger than I expected.

It was always, Nash this and Nash that, in a very snide, condescending tone whenever she talked about him, which was a lot, like all that hate she held for him boiled down to a case of the throbbing, hormonal, sexy wants. Not that I could blame her taste. Nash was flawless in a Matt Bomer, Henry Cavill, mixed with a dash of Ryan Reynolds kind of way. The man walked into a room and ovaries immediately began sizzling. Add that to the mysterious aloofness about him, and it only made him that much more appealing. He had an intimidating yet reverent allure that made him untouchable, un-talk-to-able, and almost un-breathe-around-able.