Page 126 of Stay With Me
“Noah, this isn’t your fault. None of this is your fault,” I say softly, cupping his face.
“If I wouldn’t have let you go out to the truck by yourself, none of this would have happened.”
“If you would have come with me, they would have waited until you weren’t around. You couldn’t be with me all day, every day.”
He shakes his head. “You don’t know that.”
“I do. Matthew would not stop until he had me, and it could have been so much worse if he had to wait too long.”
“Or we could have caught them.”
“Or he could have grabbed Jess, Pam, or anyone else instead. We could go on and on, but it’s futile. We have to move forward. We’re healthy, happy, and together. What more could we ask for?”
“I know you’re right, but it kills me that it happened in the first place.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him close. My lips brush his, and when he pulls back, desire ignites in his eyes, and a current of heat races through me.
His lips take mine possessively, our groans filling the shed.
The taste of him with a hint of beer floods my senses. We pull apart, panting.
“How long until we have to go get Jess?” he asks.
I look over his shoulder at the clock. “We only have forty-five minutes.”
He slides his fingers up my legs. “Plenty of time.”
He kisses down my neck, and my eyes flutter closed. My dress strap falls down my shoulder, and his lips follow it, and then he kisses his way across the swell of my breasts.
A groan vibrates in his throat, and when he brings his gaze back up, his blue eyes burn with the same need that consumes me.
He slides his hands up my back to the base of my head and pulls me to him in a deep kiss.
Pulling back, he rests his forehead on mine. “I need you.” He reaches up and starts to peel my panties down.
I lift my hips to help him, and he drops them next to his feet.
I pant as pleasure steals my breath, his fingers ghosting over my skin. “I’m ready.”
He lowers his head and uses a hand to pull my dress down, brushing his tongue against my straining nipple.
Wetness pools at my center.
“I don’t want to hurt you, baby.”
“You won’t, I need you.”
He shifts one hand to my core, fingers brushing over my slit. Then he bunches my dress up by my butt, his lips finding mine as he runs his fingers through my folds. The raw desire between us sends shivers down my spine.
A low growl sounds in his chest. “You’re so fucking perfect. So wet for me. Reach into my pocket and get my wallet, baby.”
With shaking hands, I reach for his pocket and pull out his wallet.
He takes it with his free hand and sets it next to me, flipping it open. Pulling back his card, he produces a condom.
Amusement tilts my lips. “Looks like you were prepared.”
“I’m always prepared for you.” He tears the corner off the wrapper. “Pull my dick out, Luna. We don’t have much time.”
