Page 20 of Here With Me
“The only thing I’m gonna regret is if you don’t finish what you started. I can’t go back to Magnolia with no juicy details beyond what I sent her.”
I cup the back of her neck, pulling her closer until our mouths are an inch apart. “So for her sake, I better give you a night ya won’t forget.”And mine.
“Yes,please.”
Pressing my forehead to hers, I groan. “Fuck. Hearin’ you beg makes my dick harder.”
“Good. Then we can skip that step.”
Chuckling, I close the gap between us and glide my tongue between her lips. Noah responds instantly, moaning and humming as I slide my hands underneath her dress. Her heart pounds against my chest, mimicking mine, and although I can feel she wants this, I need to hear her say it.
“Noah.” I pant, moving a hand between her thighs and swiping a finger through her slit. “Are you sure you want this?”
She leans back with an arch brow. “Don’t go soft on me now, cowboy,” she says, lowering her eyes to my groin. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t, so whatever you need to hear from me to validate what you’re about to do to me, I’ll say.”
Amused, I arch a brow and wait.
“You have my full consent to fuck me against every surface of this place. I give you consent to put your hands, tongue, and mouth all over my body. Hell, do ya want it in writing?”
My head falls back with laughter because Noah is unlike any woman I’ve ever met. Her boldness and bluntness took me off guard at first, but now I’m finding it turns me on.
“Verbal consent is good enough for me,” I taunt, sinking a finger deep into her pussy.
“Thank God.” Her eyes flutter closed as she exposes her neck, and I gravitate toward the soft skin, sucking under her ear.
“This dress needs to come off.” I pull on the fabric, but she stops me before I can lower it.
“Pull it above my head. No rippin’ my favorite dress like a caveman.”
“I thought women liked that,” I tease, playing with the straps.
She snorts. “In romance novels.”
“You read those?”
“Before bed usually. Mostly Viking and monster smut.”
My brow quirks up. “I’m not even gonna ask what that is.”
“Best for your ego not to.”
I don’t tell her that I’m well aware of romance novels. My wife read them day and night and then realized how much I lacked in the husband department. Couldn’t blame her, though. I was never around.
She lifts her arms, and I yank it over her head, leaving her in nothing but a low-cut bra. I lift her foot and remove one cowboy boot before going to the other and repeating the process.
“If you tell me, maybe we could reenact one.”
“You’re either gonna have to gain a hundred pounds of muscle and stretch another foot taller or grow a second penis really quick to do that.”
Standing, I blink, and she laughs at my expression. “Hey, you offered.”
“Figured you’d read western novels about cowboys and stuff.”
“My brothers act like wannabe Clint Eastwoods, so the last thing I’m readin’ is anythin’ remotely similar to them.” She shivers in disgust, and I chuckle.
A reminder of her having four brothers confirms she’s from the same family I’ll be working for. Mr. Ryan told me the Hollises have five kids.
But I can’t stop now.
