Page 13 of Here With Me
“So you can promise I’m not gonna die within your presence?”
His lips tighten as if he’s holding back a laugh, then he scrubs a hand along his scruffy jawline.
“Yes, I promise. But...” He cups my chin, bringing our mouths dangerously close. His breath on my flushed skin heats every inch of my aching body. “You’ll be ready to by the time I allow you to come.”
Did he just say...allowme to come?
He closes the space between us and captures my mouth before I can think of a response. I inhale his woodsy cologne that might not be on at all. He’s the type of guy who naturally smells like that from getting his hands dirty. Hell, I don’t even know what he does for a living, but I don’t care. I don’t want to get in my head anymore tonight. Not when I’m with him.
I need this.
I think he does too.
The warmth of his body is all-encompassing as his tongue slips between my lips. Butterflies invade my stomach at how good it feels, and I need more. Frantically, I grip his T-shirt, and a deep moan escapes my throat when his hardness pushes into me. His hand skates up my back and settles around my neck, holding me in place as he steals my breath.
“Fuck, Noah.”
His mouth moves to my jawline and neck. The way he sucks and licks my skin permanently inks my soul. My breasts swell in anticipation of his touch, and my thighs squeeze at the intensity of his mouth. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt, but when he leaves a trail of bite marks, a sharp gasp echoes between us.
“You liked that,” he rasps and then captures my lips again.
My heart pulses uncontrollably as if it can’t keep up with the sensations taking over. When he releases a deep growl, I know he’s just as eager as I am.
“We should go,” I breathe out when his hand slides under my dress and cups my bare ass. “Before we get arrested for indecent exposure.”
When he digs his fingertips into my flesh, I grind harder into him. I love that I’m the reason he’s this turned on.
“You shoulda thought about that before doin’ this to me,” he murmurs and then brings his mouth back to mine as I rock against his erection. “Since I owe you a secret, here’s mine. I can’t walk away from you now.”
“Thank God.” I look around, making sure we’re truly alone, and decide to live up to my nickname. Grabbing his hand, I lead him toward one of the food trucks. It’s closed for the night, but the doorknob looks easy enough to pick. Digging into my bag, I pull out a couple of bobby pins and stretch them out.
“What’re ya doin’?” He presses against my back as I shove both pins into the lock and twist them in opposite directions. “How do ya know how to do that?”
“My four older brothers taught me all kinds of shit just because they could.” I chuckle because if Fisher knew half the things I did to keep up with them when I was younger, he’d run in the other direction.
“I’m gonna need more of an explanation than that,” he says when I get it unlocked. It took me under thirty seconds in near pitch-black. My brothers would be so proud.
Maybe not if they knew I was using this skill for trespassing, but that’s on a need-to-know basis.
I shove the pins back into my bag and walk inside. “It’s not like we’re stealin’ anythin’. C’mon.”
He follows me, closing the door behind him. As soon as he does, I drop my bag and fall to my knees.
“Noah...” He looks around, but everything’s covered in shadows. “You shouldn’t be on this dirty floor.”
I chuckle that he’s worried aboutthatright now. “I can take it. I live and work on a horse ranch, and trust me, I’ve sat in worse.”
I lower his zipper, unbutton his jeans, and then shove them and his briefs to his ankles. He inhales sharply between his teeth as I wrap my hand around his thick shaft and stroke him.
When he lifts his shirt and removes it completely, I’m greeted with solid muscles. From what I can see, dark hair lines his abdomen and chest.
How is this man single?
“Fuck me. That feels too good already.” His voice is gruffer than before as he grabs my jaw, forcing me to look up at him. “You didn’t have to do this for me, Noah. I coulda waited.”
I shrug with a smirk. “I couldn’t.”
Before he responds, I wrap my lips around him and swirl my tongue along the tip. Fisher curses as he holds on to the counter with one hand and tangles his other in my hair. As I continue licking and stroking, he moans and tightens his grip against my scalp, nearly yanking the strands out. I repeat the motions a few times before deep throating as far as I can.
