《What happens in Vegas》34| Volcano

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"I love you," he sang, skimming through the TV, looking for movies to watch.

"I love you," I laughed.

"I love you," he mumbled, his fingers dancing up and down the length of my arm.

"I love you," I repeated.

"I love you," he chuckled.

"I love you but you've been singing this for the past thirty minutes," I said, looking at him. It was currently 6 pm and his parents were getting ready to leave while we were up in his room, looking for something to watch.

"And I'll sing it for thirty more," he said smugly, looking up at me. "I love-" I cut him off when I grabbed his jaw and leaned down, guiding his lips to meet mine in the middle. "Oh?" he chuckled.

"Oh," I smiled, inching closer to him.

He loves me. He really loves me. He said it. He admitted it. Out loud.

When I heard him say it, I felt like I was on a cloud, like I was floating. My stomach erupted with butterflies and there was a fire in me when I had heard it. It was like a fucking volcano, I swear.

Volcano eruptions are huge, Bella.

You get what I'm saying. I felt like the king of the world. That's a sexist phrase. I felt like the queen of the world.

"I love you," he mumbled.

"I love you," I said, as his hands found my waist and pulled me on top till I straddled him, my hand on his shoulder, the other on his chest, his hands on my waist, inching down to my lower back. He pulled me closer at the waist and smirked when my grip on his shoulders tightened in reflex.

"Bella, come to Berkeley," he panted.

"Noah, don't go," I mumbled, still kissing him.

"You're coming with me," he said, getting stubborn and frustrated with my no's.

"You're not fucking leaving," I said through gritted teeth, kissing him harder.

"I'll take you with me," he said.

"What? You'll pack me in a suitcase?" I scoffed, pulling back to look at him.

"Damn right I will," he smirked, "You're coming," he nodded.

"You're not going, I fucking dare you," I said before pulling his lips back down to mine.

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"I'll pack you up," he said, taking my bottom lip between his teeth.

I pulled away, looking at him. "Stop. Don't talk about this, not right now," I sighed.

"Why are you getting upset?" he asked.

"I'm not getting upset, I just don't want to ruin the moment, is that okay?"

"Most certainly, I'm sorry. Please, continue." I rolled my eyes while smiling before we got back to the making out. "I like this position, we should do this more often," he laughed when I started trailing kisses down his jaw and neck. I felt his grip tighten around my waist when I started leaving a hickey which I had to stop midway because his door swung open.

"Oops!" his mom said in shock.

I ducked my head down, resting my forehead on his shoulder. "Oh my god, kill me," I whispered.

"Yes, mom?" he chuckled.

"We're leaving, have fun," she sang before I heard the door close.

I looked back at him. "Lock that door," I demanded.

"You're the one who-" he stopped talking again when the door opened.

"Use protection," she said before leaving.

I closed my eyes, slowly shaking my head while gnawing at my bottom lip. "Now, for the rest of her life, your mother will have a picture of me straddling you, trailing kisses down your neck, fan-fucking-tastic," I said sarcastically while we heard the front door close.

He looked up at, almost in awe and adoration before grabbing the remote and turning the TV off. "Go lock the door," he demanded.

I climbed off of him and locked the door before walking back over and straddling him once again. "Hmm, where was I?" I asked.

"I don't know, care to remind me?" he smirked. I went back, finished the hickey that I started before climbing off and sitting in my spot beside him. "Wha-" he gaped at me, "That's all I get?" he scoffed.

"Should have locked the door," I shrugged, folding my arms across my chest.

"Bella, I will rip your fucking clothes off one by one if you play with me like that," he threatened.

Honestly, I wouldn't mind that. "Is that a promise?" I smirked.

He poked at my sides and I squealed involuntarily, trying to push his arms off and away from me but he had a firm grip on and around me and within seconds, I was pinned under him. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding while he stared at me. I raised my eyebrows at him, biting down on my lower lip to keep myself from grinning too big. "Can I kiss you?" he whispered.

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"No," I shook my head, grinning and blushing.

"Can I kiss you?" he repeated, leaning in closer this time.

"No," I giggled.

"Too bad," he mumbled, his lips meeting mine. The kiss never turned quick or hasty, it remained slow and soft and that's not how it normally goes so it felt different. It felt good different. It felt nice. "I love you," he whispered against my skin while trailing kisses down my neck.

"I love you too," I said, closing my eyes tightly when he hit a spot that tickled. I didn't want to ruin the moment so I kept my mouth shut. "Um, Noah?" I asked, breathlessly. He stopped what he was doing and looked up at me, concern shadowing his face. "That's a sensitive spot."

"Oh?" he smirked, resuming what he was doing.

"No, um it's a ticklish spot," I laughed, pulling his face up to mine, kissing him to get his lips off my neck.

"Then I'll find another spot," he said, peppering kisses on my lips, trailing them back down to my neck. He found a spot, one that wasn't ticklish but very sensitive, sensitive enough to elicit a moan. "Found it," he smirked. I rolled my eyes, laughing while he leaned down and kissed my lips lightly. "What do you feel?" he asked, looking down at me.

"Like I'm on fire," I chuckled.

"Okay, good. Me too." He sat up and threw his shirt over his head, leaning down swiftly to kiss me. I smiled against his lips while his hands slipped under my shirt and held my waist firmly. He rolled us over so I straddled him without breaking the kiss and his grip on my waist tightened.

I know him well enough now to know what to do and how to do it. I think it's safe to say, I sort of have him wrapped around my finger in the bedroom. I pulled away, noticing him trying to pull me back gently but stopping when I threw my shirt over my head. He smirked at me, arching a sharp brow.

"You're so full of it," I laughed, shaking my head.

"So are you," he shrugged before rolling us back over.

There was a lot of rolling back and forth, taking turns on top that night, let's just leave at that. There was moaning, yelling, kisses, hickeys, scratches, I think I'll take the crown for that one, and a lot of exchanges of 'I love you's' which I wouldn't trade for the world.

I woke up the next morning in nothing but underwear. If I remember correctly, my bra is somewhere on the floor with the rest of my clothes and Noah was in his briefs. I turned around to face him and saw that he was already awake and watching me.

"Creep," I mumbled, closing my eyes and pulling the covers up higher to my chin. I peeked and saw him still staring. I opened my eyes and looked at him, while shuffling around in bed. "What?" I asked.

"I'm in love with you," he said, tucking my hair behind my ear.

I laughed, "Is this coming from last night?" I asked.

"No, it's coming from knowing you. I love you," he said.

My eyes locked with his while he scooted closer and I did too, meeting him in the middle of the bed. "I love you too," I said, looking back and forth between his eyes and lips.

His eyes looked really clear and bright, they looked amazing. He blushed when he caught me staring and flipped over, lying on his stomach, turning his head the other way. I smiled, drawing circles on his shoulder blade. "That feels nice," he mumbled sleepily. I take it if I keep going he'll doze off in a few. My hand went lower, scratching his back slowly while he hummed in an appreciative response.

I lifted the covers and looked down at his back, noticing the faint red scratching, some more evident than others. My eyes widened and I turned red. I shook my head, snapping out of it and letting the covers drop. He turned around and looked at me knowingly, smirking like the smug idiot he is.

"I did that?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

He nodded slowly, "You did that."

"Did it hurt?" I asked. That had to have hurt a little.

He only shook his head in response, "It felt good," he smirked.

"Oh," I said, slightly surprised.

"I'd say it felt fucking amazing," he grinned.

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