A Shot at Love

It's Her Move

*******A/N - Suggestive material is ahead.

"We technically both hit the water at the same time," Noah pleads, pulling me close. My legs straddle his waist as we float in the pool.

"No way! My whole body was submerged, and your toe had barely touched the surface!" I protest, removing my wet hair from its messy bun and dipping my head back into the pool. My legs remain wrapped around Noah for balance. He grips my waist firmly as I resurface, my attention focused solely on him.

"So, what are we going to do about our game? I can't make you from San Francisco, and I can't fly an airplane," I grin, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.

"Well, what if I teach you to fly a plane and we can take it to San Francisco?" He asks, matter of fact.

I look into his eyes, unsure if he is serious. "You know how to fly an airplane?" I ask.

"I do," Noah responds, brushing a loose piece of wet hair behind my ear. "I keep a Cessna at The Van Nuys Airport. I've had an infatuation with aviation since I was very young."

"You are full of surprises," I reply, still taken aback.

"I'd love to teach you," Noah continues.

"I love that you'd love to teach me, but it's a long process to learn how to fly an airplane."

"I'm not going anywhere," he murmurs tenderly, his lips tantalizingly close. I ache to taste them.

Trailing my fingers over the water's surface, I observe Noah's reflection against the moonlit sky. The scent of chlorine swirls around us, mixing with the warm clouds of our breath.

"So, about that 'to be continued' conversation," my liquid courage urges. I meet Noah's intense blue eyes, and his pupils dilate.

Noah's finger gently traces my lips, causing them to part in surprise at his touch. "What about it?" His voice is quiet, and I lean in closer, drawn to hear him. His finger remains on my face as my gaze drifts to his lips.

I look back up at Noah and wrap my arms tighter around him, pulling myself closer to his broad, bare chest - our hearts pounding in rhythm. His eyes lock onto mine with a smoldering intensity, and he gently cradles my face in his hands. Without a word, he closes the distance and consumes me with his lips. Noah's tongue teases mine, never leaving my mouth, plunging in with a boldness that leaves me breathless.

Noah's mouth tastes just like I had imagined, I can taste a hint of peppermint on his tongue as he kisses me. I breathe, and he leans in closer, running his tongue along my lips, parting them again.

His touch ignites a fire that surges through me as I pull him closer. My blood pounds through my veins, as his hands caress my bare back underneath the wet grey t-shirt I am wearing.

As my body melts into Noah, he backs up against the steps and sits down. He gently brushes my hair aside, and his lips peck a tender trail of warm kisses down my neck. I let out a soft moan of pleasure. I ache for Noah uncontrollably, my craving growing with every passing second. I feel like I can't get close enough to him.

He closes his hands around my waist and sensually guides them down my smooth skin, seeking out every curve of my body down to the arch of my ribs. Noah devours my mouth, showing he is just as hungry for me as I am for him. He continues pressing his lips against mine, exploring my body as he lightly thrusts against me. It is delicious torment and my body shoots to an unparalleled level of ecstasy.

"Let's go inside," I whisper.

"Okay," he smiles back, lifting me effortlessly into his arms and carrying me inside. He sprinkles kisses on my mouth as the wet t-shirt clings tightly to my chest. "You must be freezing," he observes as we enter the house. "Let's warm you up." Noah ascends the stairs, leading us into new territory.