Page 55 of Resisting You
“That’s a great idea,” Noah said. “You could have a house on the lake like my brother’s. He has a whole separate guest house that he rents out during tourist season.”
Noah slid his arm around my shoulders and I leaned into his bare chest. “I could make it so the guest house has no wifi. Decorate it to be super cozy with a soft rug and a comfy couch. Fresh potted flowers so that there’s something living and breathing in the space. And I’d stock it with all my favorite psychology books?—”
“LikeThe Body Keeps the Score,” Noah offered.
I snapped my gaze up at him. “Yes. Exactly like that one. It’s one of my?—”
“Favorites, I know. You talked about it your senior year of grad school when you, me, and Hazel went out for Taco Tuesday. You had just finished reading it.”
Who was this man? How did he manage to remember so many small details about me when I could barely remember what I had for breakfast yesterday.
I sighed, taking another sip of my coffee, then set it on the counter next to his mug. “Well, that’s all a long way away probably. I could use my trust fund to buy a property like that, but… I don’t know. I’ve been trying so hard not to dip into that account now that I’ve graduated.”
“Why?” he asked, cautiously. “Why are you so against using your trust fund?”
“I… I don’t really know. I already feel like I’ve had such a leg up in getting out of school with zero student loans, it feels like cheating or something. Like my practice should be successfulbeforeI jump into a big expense like that.”
Noah nodded. “I get that. But success is relative. Maybe you need to define what success is for your practice outside of the number it puts in your bank account.”
“Hmmmm,” I said, looking up at him, thoughtfully. “You’re very wise, Noah Tripp.”
I leaned into Noah’s bare chest. Pressing my palm against his washboard abs, I dragged my fingers across his six-pack like I was strumming the strings of a guitar. An appreciative hum escaped his lips and he let his mouth fall to mine, his tongue gliding across the seam of my lips.
I couldn’t explain why this felt so right. The lines with us were so blurred, they were beginning to disappear. And even though I knew it wasn’t smart, I didn’t want to stop. Noah waseverything I wanted in a partner—he was sweet, considerate, passionate, sexy, our chemistry was off the charts. The only thing stopping me from going all in with him was that he was famous.
And now, even that wasn’t enough to stop me from trying.
Noah made me want totry. That was more than any other man had gotten from me in the past. I was tired of resisting him.
Tired of resisting our chemistry.
He groaned as I slid my hand beneath the waistband of his running shorts and wrapped it around his erection. “Fuck, Rosa,” he hissed.
“Don’t start what you can’t finish, Mrs. Tripp.” He cradled my jaw with both hands, his jaw tensed with restraint.
“That’s Dr. Tripp,” I teased him, unable to control my smile. With another squeeze of his cock, I stroked him from root to tip, gliding my thumb over the slick moisture dotting his head.
“Besides, who says I don’t plan to finish?”
With a growl, he dove his tongue into my mouth, swallowing my whimper. In a swift motion, he hoisted me up on the counter and spread my legs, his fingers dipping beneath my shorts and pushing my damp panties aside.
Sliding a finger between my wet folds, he sank inside of me two knuckles deep. “So fucking wet for me already,” he murmured, peppering kisses down my neck.
I pulsed my hips, riding his hand while I stroked him.
Beside us, face down on the counter, his phone chimed with a google alert.
Tensing, I started to pull back, but Noah held firm, his other hand clamping around my hips. “No, stay with me,” he whispered, his lips against mine.
His thumb shifted, circling my clit while he continued thrusting his fingers in and out of me. But then his phone chimed again.
And a third time.
Then a fourth.
Sighing, he dropped his head between his shoulders, the moment between us fractured.
Touching my fingers beneath his jaw, I pulled his gaze back up to me and kissed his lips. “Go check. It’s okay,” I whispered. “Just promise me you’ll make it up to me tonight.”
