Oh God, this was so wrong. But it felt so very right. For a moment, however, all Jane could think about was what Riley would say if he found out, if she ever told him. Ugh, God, she couldn't tell him. She couldn't even think about that right now. She couldn't think about anything right now. Noah was too distracting. Where had this boy learned to do this?
Mere moments into it and she was already writhing and moaning beneath his fingers, both hands now moved to his form, one clutching his hair, the other clutching his shoulders. "Oh Noah... oh christ..." She whimpered softly, and then before she could think about how horrible an idea it was to do what she did next, she was tugging him up toward her, pleading in a breathy voice, "Fuck me, Noah."