Page 24 of The Getaway

All I can focus on is the feel of his tongue against mine, the way his hands grip my thighs tightly. My hips grind against him, feeling his hard length against my needy pussy. I have to break away with a gasp.

He holds me in place, letting me feel just how turned on he is, and drops his head to my chest while I fight to catch my breath.

“Do you feel what you do to me?” He grinds his hips, teasing me with his length and rubbing it against my clit. “You are so fucking sexy. Watching you walk around, your perfect tits teasing me, and your ass begging to be smacked all day along… Do you know how beautiful you are?”

My cheeks flush and I fight the urge to shake my head. I’ve never been self-conscious, but no one has ever spoken to me like this. No man has ever told me that my body is sexy or perfect. Yes, Paul said he loved my curves and that he thought I was beautiful, but even if Noah wasn’t so good with his words and mouth, his stare alone would say more than my ex-fiancé ever did.

If nothing else, I’m grateful that I came on this vacation, if only for the fact that I got to experience what it’s like to sleep with a man like Noah.

Noah places a gentle kiss on the center of my chest before looking up at me with a smile.

Unsure of what to say in response, I lean down and kiss him. All I can think about is how I need to get this man back in my bed tonight. The two of us might not know much about each other, but our bodies certainly know how to move together. The way he touched me last night and this morning, hell even as he simply kisses me right now… he makes me feel as if every experience and every orgasm I had before him was half-assed. Shit, my guess last night was right and there’s no doubt that he’s ruined me for all men after him as well.

It might be time to upgrade my vibrators when I get home too.

How am I supposed to go about the next three and a half days normally, knowing that he’s close by? Just the thought that he will be near, that I could potentially enjoy a few more days of this intense pleasure will leave me looking around every corner for him.

An idea pops into my head and I don’t even have to fully think it through.

“Have dinner with me tonight?” I mumble against his lips.

Noah nods, deepening the kiss and rubbing his cock against my clit again. I give into him, tangling my fingers into the short hair at the back of his head to hold him to me.

In the distance, the tour guide’s voice calls out, telling us that the time is up, and we’ll be leaving to hike to our final stop where the bus will meet us.

Breaking the kiss, I untangle my fingers from his hair and hold Noah’s face in my hands.

“Is that a yes to dinner?” I question, needing to confirm that I’ll get to see him again.

He smiles, placing one last kiss on my lips before answering, “Yes, Sugar. I’d love to have dinner with you.”

Perfect.

That leaves me with only a few hours to figure out how to get this man on board with what I have in mind.

Chapter 8- Noah

“Hey man, mind if I sit here?” someone asks beside me. I bite back a smile as his words make me think about Bri asking a similar question yesterday. Which only makes me remember how it felt to be inside of her while she came so beautifully around my cock.

I clear my throat, glancing over my shoulder at the guy.

“All yours,” I say with a nod, taking a sip of my beer and fighting the urge to look at my watch again.

When we returned to the hotel, Bri and I agreed to meet at the same bar from last night and head over to one of the restaurants together. Since it only took me twenty minutes to shower and get dressed, I decided to come down early to grab a drink to keep myself busy. Even after spending all day with her, I’ve been practically counting down the seconds until I see her again.

After I left her bungalow this morning, all the doubts and concerns about being away from the farm and my family had begun to creep their way back into my mind. I was moving on autopilot, too consumed with the war in my head on staying versus going home.

But then I saw her sitting on the bus.

Just like last night, the moment she spoke, everything else faded away. My problems weren’t gone, and my family was constantly on the back of my mind. Except with her around, instead of worrying about my dad’s health or how my brother was managing the farm, I found myself wondering what they would think of her.

Bri would make a joke and I’d be thinking about how my dad would laugh with her. When we were hiking up one of the cliff sides, I thought about how Connor would admire her determination to do it on her own. Throughout the day, I couldn’t help but wonder what she would think about my life at the farm.

Of course, I kept all those thoughts to myself.

Act normal, dumbass.

I scoff at the thought, bringing my beer back to my mouth and roll my eyes. It was something I had to remind myself of all day long. And it’s why I don’t do hook-ups. I know very little about this woman, yet my dumb ass mind starts imagining what it would be like to have her in my life beyond this vacation.

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