Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Feeling brave, no doubt due to the alcohol, she slid a hand around his neck, pulled him close, and sealed her lips over his.
Chapter Six
Fallon’s bold move startled Noah and he froze for a brief second before reacting, instinct causing him to take over. A low growl escaped his throat as he braced his hands on either side of her face and his tongue teased her lips, pushing past the closed barrier.
Their mouths were fused, tongues tangling, as he tasted the slightly tart yet sweet cranberry juice on her breath. Once her lips parted, she gave willingly, the kiss turning hot and heavy in an instant. Kissing her felt right and when she moaned, rubbing her breasts against his chest despite the fabric between them, he wanted to give her more.
Alone in the alley, he moved one hand to her skirt and began to bunch it up until he reached the hem, enabling him to slide his hand beneath. He slid a hand over her sex, finding her soaking wet for him.
“Jesus, sweetheart.” She was so wet he could feel it through her underwear. He slid his thumb over her clit and she jerked her hips toward his finger. “Do you like that? Does it make you wetter?” he asked, pressing in.
“Harder, Noah,” she said, curling her fingers into the material covering his shoulders, pinching his skin.
He dipped his hand beneath the waistband of her barely-there panties, finding a small patch of hair, and when he inched lower, her wet pussy. Meanwhile, his cock was hard and aching against the rough denim, his boxer briefs not providing enough of a barrier.
He’d lost his mind, he thought, pinching her clit, then soothing her with small circles before repeating the action. There was a club of people nearby including her brothers inside and he had his hand up her skirt while she writhed against him, seeking relief.
Something about Fallon made him lose control and whatever common sense he possessed because instead of stopping, he picked up his pace, his movements harder. She liked the small bite of pain he doled out, arching her hips after each pinch, and whispering harder in his ear.
He flicked the tiny bud with his thumb and forefinger, then slid one digit inside her wet heat. “I need to come,” she said on a whimper, her sex squeezing his finger, his dick throbbing harder. He pumped into her, thrusting in and out, rubbing against her sensitive inner wall.
Her panting became frantic and soon she began to come, her pussy fluttering around his finger, and she cried out, forcing him to place a hand over her mouth so she didn’t draw attention to them.
He mentally shook his head at the foolishness of his behavior, all the while, softening his movements and letting her come down from the high she’d just found. He removed his hand from her body, then her panties, adjusting them as best he could.
“I’ve got it,” she said, her cheeks flushed with desire.
They each pulled themselves together in silence, her fixing her skirt, his conscience berating him while his dick was still rock hard. He knew what he’d be doing as soon as he got home tonight, he thought, figuring the shower was his safest bet to find relief. The girls never walked in on him there.
The girls. Fuck. The thought reminded him of who he was and what was important.
“Noah.” Fallon’s husky voice stopped him from beating himself up more.
He studied her, her lips puffy, her cheeks also red from his move to keep her quiet. He hoped she didn’t have the regrets he had. His being that he’d finger fucked her outside knowing someone could walk by and see. Not that he’d kissed her back and made her come. He couldn’t bring himself to regret either of those things.
“Are you okay?” he asked in response.
She nodded, a small smile tugging her lips upward. “I’m so good. Come home with me so I can reciprocate,” she said softly.
He was shaking his head before he even thought things through. He’d taken advantage of her enough tonight. She was tipsy and he was coming off learning about her painful past with a man close to his age. He’d taken things far enough tonight.
He needed to decide what he wanted from her before he took things any further because she deserved a lot more than a man who would break her heart again.
“Let me take you home. You’ve had more than a couple of drinks. If this happens between us, it’s going to be when you’re completely sober.”
He felt like shit when she ducked her head and said, “I came with Brooke. We’ll go home together.” Her cheeks were red, this time from embarrassment, and he kicked his ass the whole way back into the bar.
But there was nothing he could have done to change his answer tonight.