Chapter Twenty-Seven

Noah's Pov

After our argument on the beach, Eliana stalked away angrily and even though I didn't want her wandering by herself swinging her curvy ass around for all eyes to see, she needed space. I am a lot of things, but sometimes I knew when to stop.

I stayed on the beach for a while, watching the waves crash against the shore and trying to clear my mind. But no matter how hard I tried to focus on something else, my thoughts kept drifting back to Eliana.

I knew I felt attracted to her in many ways, for one, I wanted to fuck her in different positions of that house and in different positions. From the back, her hands tighted, her eyes blindfolded and my hand on her throat.

What a sight that would be.

But I felt something else, something much more worse than lust. Something that could be my undoing. I had to do something about my reaction when she met my gaze, or when our hands touched.

I felt something else when she bawled her eyes out earlier, I wanted to destroy her pain or take