As promised, here is an excerpt from Not Loving You…
“Bull shit, Evangeline. Your dad may have faced some shit in his lifetime that you nor I would probably ever have the strength for, and I appreciate all he has done for our country, but that is the most terrible advice in the world.” Noah lays his hand on Evie’s lap. The action is so casual and innocent, yet the warmth of his hand causes Evie’s body to react in ways she wishes it wouldn’t.
Noah leans closer, and cups her cheek in his hand. “Evie, hiding your emotions isn’t brave and it isn’t healthy. That’s the coward thing to do. Maybe those people who put their emotions on display are often much more vulnerable, but at least they are unafraid to take a chance.” Noah traces circles with the pad of his thumb on her cheek, and Evie becomes entranced by his touch. Her eyes drift from his deep blue orbs to his succulent lips and back to his eyes. She is surprised to find that when she looks back up at him, he is doing the same. But this time when she looks into his eyes, she sees something she never saw before: passion, need, and hunger. His expression was intense—almost threatening—a look paradoxical to his soft, sensual caresses.
Noah slowly closes the distance between their faces in what Evie can assume is a kiss, but it isn’t until his soft lips gently brush against her own, that she melts completely. As much as she knows that she should break away, she can’t. She returns Noah’s kiss as she sets her glass on the coffee table, their mouths never losing contact. She closes the distance between their bodies as Noah intensifies the kiss. He traces her bottom lip with his tongue, begging for entrance into her heat, and she obliges. He tastes her tentatively at first, and Evie opens her mouth with a low moan.
When Noah finally breaks the kiss he rests his forehead against Evie’s as they both struggle to catch their breath. “That was incredible,” he tells her as he slowly pulls away, and Evie immediately misses the contact. Noah stands up, and lets out a frustrated moan as he paces the floor in Evie’s living room. He runs a hand through his neatly styled mane in a bit of agitation.
Evie walks up behind Noah, wraps her arms around his waist and lays her head against his back. “Noah, I’m sorry. I just got lost in the moment. We were drinking and I—”
Noah turns around in her arms and silences her with another kiss. But this kiss is nothing like the first kiss. This kiss is much more fervent and demanding. This time, Noah doesn’t wait for entry into her mouth. He thrusts his tongue behind her teeth and strokes her tongue with his own. Yes, this is definitely different, unlike any kiss Evie has experienced before. Not just because of the passion with which he kisses her, but also because of the feelings it ignites inside of her. Suddenly, the kiss becomes too much for her to handle, and she yanks away from him. “I’m sorry—”
“Why do you keep saying you’re sorry, Evie? I kissed you—both times—so you have no reason to be sorry.” Noah says as he leans in again, but this time Evie turns away.
“I can’t, Noah. This isn’t right. You’re in town because of your fiancée. You’re meeting her parents in the morning for Crissakes! This is all kinds of wrong, and I—I just can’t. Maybe you should leave.” Evie heads to the door when Noah catches her by the wrist.
“What if I don’t want to?”