He turned to watch her go, closing the distance to his bedroom door. The window had been repaired and that was good. It would be warm enough for them without the actions that would surely raise the temperature in the room. He had no words for her, but he followed. Strong arms grabbed her once more, turning her body to face him and scoop her up into his arms, off the ground. He kissed her again, one arm holding her up and one hand fumbling to open the door.
The room was colder than the main room of the house, but still quite warm compared to the world that raged outside of the safety of their walls. Noah didn't even worry about closing the door behind him as he rushed into the room, lips hungrily pressed to her's, tongue searching for all it wanted. He moved further than the bed, pressing the blonde woman's back against the far wall. Lips moved from lips to cheek, tracing kisses along her jawline before finding her neck. His body pulsed with the desire for her. This was not the first time this action had crossed his mind. Noah, however, was never going to be a man that moved towards a woman physically without permission.
His hands roamed her body, hungry, desperate, rough.
