Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 116232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Had he done it to remind me of his presence? If so, it was unnecessary. He dominated my thoughts, and my focus never strayed far.
No, I almost said out loud to Eli. I’m going to come for him.
I stared into Noah’s stunning eyes for as long as I could, until the pleasure became too much.
This orgasm? It tore through me.
The power of it shook me to my core, my elbows gave out, and I collapsed to the tabletop with a loud bang. As the bliss rolled through me, it grew more intense. Sharper. It verged on pain and deactivated my brain. So it took me a long moment to realize Eli’s fingers were still pressed to me, and I had to squirm and put my hand on top of his to signal he needed to stop.
My clit was way too sensitive, but, thankfully, his sinful fingers moved away.
As I lay across the table, my chest working overtime to drag air in and out of my body, I peered up at Noah and sensed his orgasm wouldn’t be far behind mine.
I was right.
By the sound of it, his climax was powerfully strong. He groaned like he’d finished some Herculean effort, and his face, sheened with sweat, contorted. It filled with dark satisfaction, and his gaze pierced into me, like I’d been the one to give him all this pleasure.
It was so fucking hot, it stole my breath.
We were still melded together, unmoving, and as our bodies began to cool, awareness and tension crept in.
Shannon broke it with a laugh and attempted to straighten. “Okay. My legs are shot. I think I need to sit.”
Noah acted quickly. He kept one hand on her as he stepped back and then offered her the other hand to help her sit beside her husband. She lowered gingerly into her seat, and as soon as she was done, Patrick was there, cradling her face and delivering a passionate kiss.
It was romantic. Sweet. A smile spread slowly across my face as I watched. Maybe it was intruding, but they didn’t seem to mind. I didn’t watch long, anyway. Noah slipped a hand under my arm and drew me up until I was sitting and then eased me off the table and onto my feet in front of him.
His kiss burned, but just as I opened my mouth to slide my tongue over his, he ended the kiss and lifted his head.
“I’ll be right back,” he murmured.
I tilted my head, watching him go, and enjoyed his sexy ass as he strode to the closet-sized bathroom.
The leather squealed against bare skin as Eli scooted over in the booth, making room for me—but not much. He wanted me to sit right beside him. While I did want to sit because my legs were still trembling, post-orgasm, I wasn’t going to.
Doing that felt weird, especially without Noah around.
I pressed out a polite smile and put a hand on the back of the booth for stability. “I’m good,” I lied.
With Noah gone, the atmosphere in the cabin was awkward.
The fog of sex had lifted, and Patrick and Shannon were too busy making out to pay attention to anyone else. Eli stared up at me expectantly, like he was waiting for me to make small talk. Instead, I swiped a finger under each of my eyes, because I’d been sweating and was worried my makeup had started to run.
When I didn’t say anything, he leaned toward me like he wanted to share a secret. Anxiety made my heart stumble, especially when his voice was playful and hushed. “He said no, but if you need someone to fuck you,” his smile was lopsided, “just give me a few more minutes and I can do it.”
My mouth dropped open.
In my surprise, I hadn’t heard his approach, so when Noah’s warm arm was abruptly around me, I flinched. I turned to him and caught only a glimpse of the anger in his eyes before his mouth crashed down on mine.
He’d obviously overheard what Eli had said, and he hadn’t liked it one bit.
This kiss started like his others, but it quickly morphed into something else. It was intense and demanding, and since I had a hand pressed to his bare chest, I could feel just how fast his heart was beating.
This kiss was a statement. Not just for Eli, but for me. He was staking his claim, making sure everyone knew I was his and he was mine . . .
God, I fucking loved the idea.
When our kiss ended, I turned my head in my dreamy state and glanced down at Eli, finding his expression frozen in place.
“No, thanks,” I said from the safety of Noah’s embrace, and I weighed my words with all the meaning. “I’m perfectly happy like this.”
TWENTY-SIX
Charlotte
When Noah asked me if I wanted to do dinner and a movie with him, he didn’t clarify if it was a date. But it had certainly felt that way at the restaurant and now that we were sitting here in the dark theatre, sharing a bucket of popcorn—I couldn’t see it as anything else.