Page 12 of Beauty
NOAH
Forget fuck-me red lips.Her ass in that red bathing suit will be the star of every single fantasy I have for the next year. And the peeks of skin the little holes in her dress gave me? Every damn inch of it—from her tits to her stomach to her goddamn thighs—teased me and taunted me, slashing at my restraint. I was a heartbeat away from slamming my lips to hers, then pressing them against every indecent hole.
By some miracle, the logical part of my brain came back online, and I rushed into my villa before I gave in to the temptation.
I’ve always prided myself on being a decent man. A good one, even. But I do love to make a woman come. I actually prefer it to my own pleasure.
However, I don’t ogle women, and I don’t hang out in strip clubs or even regular clubs, really. Sure, I’ve had a couple of one-night stands, though I’ve always been clear of my intentions going into them. Outside of those few incidents, I believe in taking a woman out on a date and treating her right before even thinking about seeing her naked.
Even before I discovered I had a child on the way, my schedule left no time for dating, which means I rarely have sex.
But Sienna?
Sienna has altered my brain chemistry. She’s damaged the parts of my mind where self-control dominates, leaving me with all kinds of dirty thoughts. Fuck. The things I want to do to her. Suddenly, I’ve been overtaken with the need to make her moan my name, then chant it in that flirty fucking tone that has me hard as fucking stone right now.
She’s young. Far too young for the things I want to do to her. She can’t be more than a year or two out of college.
And in a matter of weeks, I’ll be a single dad.
Could I lose myself in her for a few days? Enjoy the time we have together and never look back?
Unlikely. She’s the type of woman a man doesn’t forget.
The whole point of this trip was to get my head on straight. To relax. Unwind. And prepare for fatherhood.
There’d be nothing relaxing about this weekend if I spent it with her. I’m the opposite of relaxed right now. Wound tight thinking of all the things I want to do to her.
No. I won’t sleep with her. I won’t even see her again. Tomorrow morning, I’ll go down to the concierge, thank them for this lovely upgrade, and politely beg them to move me to the room farthest from Sienna. Then I’ll stay inside, ensuring I don’t run into her again.
Yes. That’s a plan.
With a relieved sigh, I grab a beer from the mini fridge—might as well enjoy the amenities of the villa while I’ve got them—and head outside to enjoy the warm night.
As I step outside, a breeze whips the curtains on Sienna’s deck, catching my attention. Dammit. She’s still too close.
Forcing myself to look away, I shuffle to the railing. I clutch the metal, still warm from the day, and take in the moon where it hangs just above the crashing waves.
With a swig of beer, I soak up the beauty in front of me.
This is the type of break I need. Just me and the ocean. A moment to get my head on straight.
Practice starts in two weeks. Coach is going to lose his shit when he finds out about the baby. My teammates might at first, but they’ll be supportive. They’re a good group, and we’re set to have a good season, but it won’t be the same without War.
For ten years, I’ve played almost every game with my best friend at my side.
That kind of shit never lasts, though. It was a miracle we ended up on the same pro team after college.
He’ll freak the fuck out too when I tell him about the baby. Then, when I tell him about Sienna, he’ll give me all kinds of hell. If he were in my place, he’d lose himself in the gorgeous woman next door. Then he’d man the fuck up and be the best damn father ever.
Maybe I should have lost myself in Sienna for the night. I picture the night going differently. What would she have done if I’d pushed her back through that door, scooped her into my arms, and carried her to the edge of her bed? If I’d slid that tease of a dress up her thighs and settled between them?
I’d have kissed her long and hard before lifting that dress over her head. Then I would have taken my time learning every inch of her body. The way her breasts would heave as I traced a line down her neck with my tongue. The way her nipples would pebble behind the flimsy red fabric of her suit as her back arched and she begged me to pull it off.
I’d finally know what she tastes like.
The sounds she’d make as I?—
Wait, what the fuck is that sound?
