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)
Lost in the moment, she let her fingers slip lower until she slid one inside, pumping in and out and squeezing her inner walls tight. Pretending it was Noah, she inserted another finger, knowing his would be thicker and longer than her own. On the next press inward, she curled her fingers, rubbing against her G-spot and feeling the rush of enjoyment wash over her.
She moaned and bent her knees. Fingers inside, she rubbed the base of her hand against her sex, the combined sensations taking her higher. The water splashed as she increased her pace. Soon she was soaring, passion washing over her in sensual waves with Noah’s name on her lips.
She opened her eyes to find the water tepid and her cheeks burning as if she wasn’t alone and had been caught masturbating to thoughts of a man utterly out of her reach. One she sensed could devastate her if she let him in.
A chill took hold and she realized she still sat in the tub, shivering. As she climbed out, she resolved to forget about the past, enjoy her evening with Noah, and not let things get further than that with the smart, aloof, older-than-her attorney. It wouldn’t be easy considering she’d just come with his name on her lips.
Chapter Five
Noah had questioned his sanity every day since he’d let Fallon know he’d meet her at The Back Door tonight. The last time he’d seen her at the gallery had been all his doing. He’d been working until his stomach rumbled, insisting it was lunchtime. He told himself he had a craving for a roast beef sandwich at the deli, which just happened to be around the corner from Fallon’s gallery. He also knew he was full of shit.
He’d just wanted to get a glimpse of the woman in flowing skirts and delicate ballet flats with the ever-present smile. None of which explained why he was now walking into the crowded restaurant and bar owned by Fallon’s brother, to see a band he had no interest in and the female he couldn’t get out of his head. He tried to pay a cover fee at the door, only to be asked his name and told he’d been comped. He’d have to remember to thank Fallon later.
Once inside, he scanned the crowded room, looking for her. The spots near the stage and at the bar were the busiest and it was hard to pick anyone out until his gaze landed on a group of people near a hallway. Fallon’s profile and shiny brown hair caught his attention and he began to walk toward her, stopping when she threw her arms around a tall, dark-haired man, remaining in his embrace. When she stepped back, he kept one arm around her shoulders as they talked with the rest of the group.
Jealousy sliced through him, taking him off guard, and he strode toward them, determined to remind Fallon she’d invited him this evening.
As if sensing his presence, she turned and met his gaze, her expressive eyes filled with pleasure.
“Noah! You made it!” She rushed over, grasped his hand, and pulled him into the cluster of men. “Aiden, Jared, Dex, and Remy,” she said, pointing to each. “This is Noah Powers, the dad of the adorable twins I told you about. Noah, meet my brothers.”
Jesus, he thought, noticing all four men glaring at him. What the hell had he done to deserve that kind of greeting? Then again, that’s how he’d treat any guy he didn’t know that his sister—or sometime in the very distant future, his girls—brought home.
He extended his hand, unsure whose he’d shake first. Remy, who she’d introduced last, gripped his hand first, squeezing in a definite warning before releasing him. The others followed suit.
By the time they finished, Fallon was shaking her head, her gaze narrowed on her siblings. “You’re a bunch of overprotective assholes,” she said to them.
Noah reached out and put a comforting hand against her back. “They’re just doing their jobs as your brothers.”
“And what job is that?” a pretty light brown-haired woman asked, slipping under Remy’s shoulder so he was holding her against him.
“I invited Noah to come see the band and Remy is giving him a hard time. You know, that deliberately hard male handshake? They pulled that stunt,” Fallon said, her lips twisted in disgust.
The woman stepped back, placing her hands on her hips. “Remy Sterling, leave your sister alone,” she ordered, before turning her attention to Noah and looking him over. “Hello, Noah. I’m this Neanderthal’s wife, Raven.” She smiled warmly at him, her welcome greeting reaching her eyes.
“A pleasure to meet you. And everything is fine here,” Noah said.
The other brothers chuckled and both women shot them annoyed glares.
“Come on, Noah. Let’s get away from them for a while.”
He nodded. “Sure. I’d like a drink. Does anyone want anything?” he asked, being pleasant in the face of their silence.