Chapter Eight
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SAMANTHA
"Can I kiss you?"
"Okay," I whisper my answer out.
He shufflse then leans down, placing his hand gently on my cheek, he studies my face then his eyes move to my lips and finally meet my eyes. Nervousness seeps inside me. Is this really happening?
Then he places his lips to mine so softly, slowly, sensually, sweet.
Oh dear lord.
I kiss him back and my blood buzes with excitement. He's a f*****g damn good kisser I'll give him that. I might get freaking addicted to this, to feeling wanted. When he pulls back, I chase for his lips but he's already sitting up. I swallow then lick my lips.
I sit up and look at him in silence, then my lips break out in a smile.
"You're a freaking damn good kisser, Noah..." I wiggle my brows at him and he chuckles lightly.
There's no awkwardness or change of atmosphere between us and I'm glad. I really like that.
"Yeah..." He says so surely that i playfully punch his shoulder.
"You're so cocky."
"That was sweet, Sam, but next time, if there's ever a next time, you won't know how to label me as a kisser." Then he winks at me and stands.
Saliva builds in my mouth and I swallow it down once again. What does he mean by that?
Oh.
Shit. I wonder what his rough kisses are like. With what he just said, now I want to find out.
"Come on, it's almost time for class."
He holds out his hand and I take it, letting him pull me up.
* * *
I bite my bottom lip through my smile and place my phone down on the nightstand. Kim is flipping out about the whole Noah ordeal. She can't stop asking questions and it's hard to miss the excitement she has over all this.
A knock comes at my door and mom's voice reaches me from the other side.
"Sam, honey. There's a friend looking for you downstairs."
"Okay, coming."
I get up from the bed and tie my hair up in a messy bun. I love my red highlight, it makes me feel so alive.
I'm in a lose tank top and little boy shorts and knee length think fluffy stockings. The weather has been pretty cold lately, I can wait for schools to go on break so that I can sleep in.
I make my way downstairs and find my mom standing talking with someone, I can see who it is from here because she's blocking his view. She must sense my presence because she turns around with a smile.
"Ah, there she is."
I freeze when I see who's standing in our house.
Xander.
What the hell?
"Honey, Xander was just telling me how good you are at cheerleading, I might come to one of your school's games just to see you in action." She smiles but I don't return it, my eyes are fixed on Xander, the bastard.
"Mom can you please excuse us for a sec?"
"Uhm," her smile drops and she must read the room because she stares from me to Xander then back to me.
"Sure, honey. Take your time, I'll be in the kitchen. She turns back to face Xander. "You can stay for dinner Xander."
"Mom." I say dryly, looking at her with wide eyes. Oh god, please don't let my mom like him, she doesn't know what's beneath that charming face, greek god body or sexy voice .....
"What? I'm just being nice to our neighbour, honey."
"Neighbour?" My eyes snap from her's to Xander's.
"Yes," she frowns. "You didn't know? Xander lives in the property next to us just at the side of your window."
Oh for f***s sake!
"Okay, I'll leave you two to talk. It was nice meeting you Xander, think about dinner, okay?"
I roll my eyes.
Xander nods and she disappears into the kitchen.
I glare at Xander and step down the stairs.
"Why the hell are you here?"
He's in a thick grey Versace hoodie and black jeans with black Jordan cuts on his feet. The latest ones, mind you. Extremely expensive ones which aren't even on the market yet. Rich people. Sigh. Well, we're rich two but there's a big difference.
"To talk."
"To talk." I turn my lips down in distaste. "Well there's nothing to talk about, so get the hell out of my house." I turn and take a few steps then turn over my shoulder. "You know the way out." Then I stomp up the stairs with a little too much force.
I enter my room and slam the door shut, flopping down on the bed. I was so giddy about Noah and he just had to come and ruin it, after all the progress I've been making to try and forget about him. My bedroom door opens and I sigh.
"Mom..please i-"
Wait. That scent. It's not my mom. I jump to my feet and stare at Xander in shock.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"I said I came to talk, I'm not leaving until we do that."
"Are you crazy?!" I whisper yell. "My mom is downstairs."
He doesn't answer, he just slowly starts to step forward and I watch his legs move. My eyes snap back to his face and I take a few steps back.
"Xander, what are you doing?"
He stops a few feet away from me.
"Noah.."
One word, a name. That's why he came here? I chuckle.
"What about Noah?"
"You f*****g him now?"
I pause.
"No, just because I'm kissing someone doesn't mean I'm f*****g them, not everyone is like you, Xander. Besides, it's not your business if I did."
He starts moving again and I step back until my back presses against the wall. I flatten my palms on it and count to five.
"Are you sure?"
I frown at his question.
"Yes," I hiss. His hands slap on the wall above my head, I crane my head back to look up at him.
"Do you really think those sweet little kisses will satisfy you enough to forget me, Sam?"
"I already forgot about you." I try my best to not give out how nervous I am right now.
"Really?" Malice dances in his eyes. He leans down and I turn my head to the side, squeezing my eyes shut. He doesn't mind the rejection though, because he runs the tip of his nose over my cheek then down my neck to my collarbone then back up to my cheek. I squeeze my eyelids, praying for him to stop but he doesn't.
One of his hands come to the front of my tank top and then he runs it between my heaving chest, down my stomach and then pauses to linger at the waist-band of my shorts.
I try to swallow but my mouth suddenly going dry.
"Xander.." is all I manage to say out.
His fingertips dip into the waistband and I find myself leaning my lower body forward. His lips brush the shell of my ear and then he whispers.
"Did you feel this way when he touched you?"
His fingers slowly start ascending into my shorts.
"Did you feel the electricity inside your body, shocking you with so much need? Did you tremble like a leaf under his touch like you are in mine?"
My breathing picks up.
"Did you want his fingers inside you like you're craving mine right now? Or did you even think about it? I'll give that answer for you, doll."
His fingers are so close, very very close. Oh god.
"The answer to that, my pretty little doll, is a big f*****g No, in capital letters." He nibbles on my earlobe and I bite down on my tongue to stop the moan in my throat from leaving my mouth.
"You don't need sweet, Sam..you need me." Then his fingers cup my p***y, he slides his middle finger over my slit and the moan finally leaves my mouth. He presses his finger on my c**t and starts rubbing on it, making me all worked up.
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