NOAH
I couldn't look at him anymore. Couldn't bear the smug satisfaction in his eyes. Mortified and overwhelmed, I buried my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the sharp, intoxicating scent of his cologne, cedar and smoke, dark and masculine, the smell that had haunted me for days.
It did things to me, that scent, wrapped around the warmth of his skin, making the want surge hotter, more insistent.
I want him to fuck me again.
The thought hit me clear and unbidden, raw truth bubbling up through the haze.
I wanted it so badly, the stretch, the burn, the way he filled me until I couldn't think of anything else. But shyness clamped down hard. I couldn't say it. Wouldn't say it. I'd rather die right here in this alley than beg for that out loud.
