Crossing lines (Noah and Aiden) novel Chapter 94

Chapter 94

“Noah, I’m really—”

But the words never found their way out. Before I could finish, he closed the distance between us in just two long strides. His hand gripped the fabric of my shirt like he’d been waiting a lifetime for this moment, pulling me fiercely toward him. Then his mouth collided with mine—forceful, unyielding, a kiss that didn’t ask for permission but demanded surrender.

Every carefully rehearsed thought, every warning about boundaries, danger, and professionalism, shattered under the weight of his lips. My heart thundered in my chest, drowning out all reason as he kissed me again—this time with more hunger, his teeth grazing mine, his tongue pressing insistently. Heat radiated from him, filling the room until nothing else existed but Noah and the parts of me I couldn’t keep under control.

I should have stopped him. I should have shoved him away and reminded him that this couldn’t happen here—not anywhere. But my hands betrayed me, clutching the damp towel wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer instead of pushing him away. His kiss tasted of fury and longing, and something dangerously close to devotion. And I was sinking deeper into it.

No matter how many times I told myself this was a line we couldn’t cross, Noah refused to back down.

God help me, I wasn’t even sure I wanted him to.

Releasing his wrists, he stayed still for a moment, as if unsure he could move. Then I lowered myself, kissing along the ridges of his abs, nibbling at his hip bone, savoring every soft sound he let slip.

I wasn’t the kind of man to kneel. I was the one who took—who had his cock worshiped while others bowed. But ever since the first time I tasted Noah, I’d been hooked. The weight of him on my tongue, the clean heat of his skin, the way his scent flooded my mind until nothing else mattered. Every tug of his fingers in my hair, every sharp breath as his hips jerked forward—Christ, it was intoxicating. His flavor spread across my tongue, slick and addictive, and I swallowed it like it was the only thing keeping me alive.

For weeks, I’d craved this again. And now, here I was—not Mr. A, but Coach Mercer—on my knees before my own player, about to lose myself to my student just ten meters from a scandal that could destroy us both forever.