Meeting my lips with his, Noah's fingertips dug into the bottom of my spine as he pulled me even further into his body. Leaning back onto the arm of the sofa, he effortlessly lifted my body on top of him, our legs tangled together among the 'stylish' array of cushions Kris had insisted I buy.

His fingertips brushed up the back of my top, igniting my skin in their wake. Each gentle touch of his tongue against mine was warm and divine, the taste of him quenching a thirst I'd been ignoring since The Ambition left the UK in January.

A dull throbbing grew rapidly between my legs, intensifying as his hand moved around to the front of my body and began to tease the top of my breasts. When his fingers tugged the material of my bra down and brushed across my nipple, an accidental whimper left my mouth.

Noah smiled, his lips still against mine. "Missed me too?" he asked.

"You have no idea," I whispered, before trailing my lips down the side of his neck. My breathing was already growing frantic as he took my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

"Have you been a good girl while I've been away?" he asked, his voice filled with mischief.

"Mm-hmm," I murmured against his neck.

"Are you sure?" he continued with a small huff of laughter. "I know how insatiable you're getting these days."

I smiled to myself as I traced my tongue behind his ear. The faint smell of his aftershave was making me ache for him even more. Needing to feel him against me, I shifted my legs so I was straddled him. As I'd hoped, his black jeans were already strained at the crotch as I started to press against him.

"See?" Noah laughed, pulling my face with both hands to look at him. "Are you trying to get in my pants already, Miss Wilson?"

A sudden, long vibration from in his pocket tingled against my groin and I jumped up from the shock.

Laughing silently, Noah pulled his phone out. The name on the screen made my stomach drop and his voice was blunt and emotionless as he answered.

"Karen, I'm kind of busy." He snapped.

Her nasal voice was loud enough that I could hear it. "Noah. Why is Twitter telling me you were spotted at Heathrow fucking Airport less than two hours ago? I'm pretty sure you're supposed to be on stage in Amsterdam tomorrow night."

He shot me a smirk, allowing the tension to drop from my shoulders. He was breaking the rules, but for my benefit.

"I'll be back by lunchtime," he continued, rolling his eyes. "Just chill."

"How can I chill?" She barked. "May I remind you that you are contractually bound to perform all twenty-six dated of this tour, Noah? Even under-the-thumb Alex is sticking to that."

My spine prickled. Charlotte hardly had Alex under the thumb. She was a brand new, young mum, with a husband flying all across the world. She was barely making a fuss, just getting on with it all. In fact, she was doing a pretty amazing job, not that bitch-face Karen would understand.

"I don't know what you're playing at," she continued, "But if the press get pictures then God knows what kind of rumours they're going to make up."

Noah laughed. "The press aren't interested in me," he said. "Anyway, nobody knows where I am, it's cool."

"Well, stay where you are and don't cause any more fucking trouble." Karen's voice was firm and authoritative. I hated thinking about the control she still had over Noah. Everything she had made him do, all the times she'd shared him out among her rich friends. The thought alone made me feel sick.

"Don't panic," Noah said, rolling his eyes again as he pulled a face at me. "I told you, I'll be back well in time for the gig. I need to go now."

And with that, he hung up.

"Where were we?" he smiled, pulling me back towards him.

I stayed sat up straight, straddling him like a hobbyhorse. "Do you think you'll ever get new management?" I asked.

"Abi, let's not talk about this now," he sighed. "I know Karen still being around doesn't sit well with you; trust me, I'd rather she wasn't. But she's doing a good job and we have contracts signed."

I chewed on my bottom lip. "It's just the fact she gets to spend so much time with you," I said, my tone whiny. "She gets to fly across the world with you while I sit around waiting to snatch time alone when you can fit me in."

"I'm trying," Noah said, reaching his thumb up to pull my bottom lip from within my teeth. "I know it's not ideal at the moment, but the offer is still there for you to come out and join us?"

"I can't, Noah," I said, shaking my head. "You know stuff is taking off for me here. I'm not going to drop everything to be a groupie."

"Not even if you got to sleep with the guitarist every night?" he smirked, the dimple I adored returning to his left cheek.

I slapped my hand against his chest. I couldn't be mad at him. He hadn't done anything wrong, in fact he'd done everything I could have wished for by coming back to see me unannounced.

"I'll have to make do with just tonight, I guess."

He mirrored my smile as I leant back down across his body and pressed my lips to his. His hands were firmer on my skin now, as were mine as I raked them through his hair. Karen's rude interruption almost serving as a reminder of why we had to make the most of every second together.

Slowly crawling down his body, I pushed up his dark blue jumper and trailed light kisses across his hard stomach. The birds on his beautiful, inked skin began to fly in front of my eyes as his breath hitched.

Unbuttoning his jeans, I tugged them down to reveal a pair of neon pink Calvins with a lime green waistband. Raising an eyebrow as I smirked up at him, he smiled back with heavy eyes. All the things that had surprised me about Noah at first were the things I now loved. The stupid way he always wore the brightest underwear known to man. The way he watched everything I did like he wanted to commit it all to memory. The way he twirled his fingers in my hair as I took his length between my lips and let out a soft groan.

Whatever he may have once been, he was mine now.

Moving my head slowly back and forth, I relished the feeling of him being in my mouth once again. Pleasing George had never been something I enjoyed. Not that I'd ever given him oral sex, but touching him had always felt awkward and like he was embarrassed to be letting me do it. The way Noah's eyes stayed on me as I swirled my tongue around him, embarrassment of any kind wasn't even close to registering on his radar.

Letting out another moan, his hand cupped my chin as he pulled my head away. Pulling me up to lay on his chest, he kissed me deeply as his hands moved down into the back of my ripped denims. His fingers massaged my buttocks as he kissed me deeper.

"Stand up," he whispered.

I had learnt long ago to listen to his demands when it came to this type of stuff. As I stood up next to the sofa I could feel my own excitement had grown between my legs, dampening the thin cotton underwear I wore under my jeans.

Sitting up, Noah removed his jumper with one, swift move. My god, I had missed the sight of his incredible body.

His head was level with my stomach. Smiling lazily, he unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them to the ground, helping me to step out of each leg.

"I've almost forgotten what you taste like," he whispered, curling his fingers around the waistband of my underwear and pulling them down a few inches.

Noah's eyes were wide as he dragged a finger agonisingly slowly between my legs. I felt the heat rising in my cheeks. I hadn't known he would be coming back that night, after all.

"I'm so stubbly," I cringed, scrunching my nose up.

"Shut up," he replied with a soft laugh, pulling my hips towards his face.

The feeling of his tongue on me caused my head to drop back while I gasped out loud. The warmth of his mouth had been something I'd only dreamt about for weeks, and now it was real once more.

Teasing slow circles with his tongue around my most sensitive spot, his fingers gently massaged the opening of my body. Everything he did seemed to be in slow motion. Every movement more intense than I had been dreaming it would be.

Before long, I was unable to hold back the moans he was creating with me. Letting them out among heavy breaths, I gripped my fingers against his scalp as he plunged his fingers into me and sucked against my swollen centre.

"Noah," I gasped, "Take me to bed, please."

Without saying a word, he slowed his pace and moved his mouth to trace light kisses across my hipbones.

Standing up, he took my hand and started to lead the way towards the bedroom. Slightly waddling along behind him with my underwear still around my thighs, I couldn't help letting out a snort of laughter. Turning around to see what was so funny, Noah rolled his eyes and smiled.

Reaching towards me, with one swift flick of his fingers the offending articles dropped to the floor. His eyes flicked up to the large pink wall clock I had taken as a 'souvenir' of the old flat charlotte and I had shared.

"It's gone midnight," he said, his lips pressing into a flat, disappointed line.

"So?" I replied.

"It's not Valentine's Day anymore," he said. "I wanted to show you a good time for our first Valentine's Day as a couple."

"Noah," I smiled. "You flew back from another country to surprise me. And now I'm stood in my living room, naked from the waist down, desperate for you to make love to me."

He cocked his head to one side.

"I think you've shown me a pretty good Valentine's Day," I continued with a laugh. "And it's not over yet."

His face softened. "No," he smiled, reaching his arms underneath my buttocks to pull me up around his waist in one swift move.

Turning to face the bedroom door, his green eyes sparkled as much as his grin. His pupils grew wider with each step he carried me, moving us both closer towards the darkness of the unlit room. "No, it's not."