“Aw, you were jealous. That’s kinda cute.”
“I am notcute.”
“No?” She aligned her body with his and wriggled. Her big blues blinked up at him, deceptively wide and innocent. Then she placed her moist mouth on his neck and sucked. “I think you’re cute, which means you’re also kinda sexy.”
Shivers chased each other from his neck to his outer extremities, including his dick, which was now fully ready to come out and play. It surged against her, apparently smarter than he was because it told him to stop arguing already.
“Okay, you win,” he agreed, “I’m cute.” Also abandoned was the question he needed answered. It was important, but not so important he’d let it annihilate this moment they shared.
“And sooo masculine and oh so hunky.” Her husky voice rolled over him in a throaty purr.
“I thought we agreed to be honest?” he barely huffed out.
“I am being honest. I started crushing on you the first time I saw you,” she murmured.
His befuddled brain turned that comment over for a closer look but didn’t get far.
She took his hand, lifted her shirt hem, and placed it on her bare breast. “I love how you touch me. Just being honest.” His eager fingers moved on their own. “Oh yes, Noah, like that.” Her voice was a breathless sigh.
Oh God.He was a fucking goner.
She nipped and licked and sucked his collarbone, his throat, his ear while his hand fondled her soft flesh.
He dropped his head back. “Yeah? What else?” he heard himself croak, greedy bastard that he was. Jesus, the things she was doing with her mouth had other possibilities bombarding his short-circuited brain.
“That ego needs more stroking, huh? Wonder what else needs stroking?” She lifted off the T-shirt. “It’s getting hot in here.”
“Fuck yeah. It’s turning into a downright scorcher.” His voice came out in a strangled choke.
She shimmied against him like a silk curtain waving in a breeze, her skin teasing his in the most exquisite, erotic way before dropping her hand between them to glide her palm over his boxers. Her talented fingers danced and teased his rock-hard cock until it ached. He wanted her to stop; he didn’t want her to stop. But if she kept going, he’d lose his load in his boxer briefs—which wasnotwhere he wanted to let it go.
“Any more questions?” she whispered as she licked the shell of his ear.
He struggled to sound casual, but his “Nuh-uh” came out as nothing more than a hoarse, guttural growl.
“Oh good.” She sank to her knees and took him in her mouth, leaving him with only the drawn-out version of the word “Fuck!” on a loop in his head.
Yeah, his brainpower was nonexistent.
When his crown hit the back of her throat, she hummed with pleasure and took him deeper. A sliver of sanity broke through his lust-addled mind, and he reached down and hauled her upright.
“Enough, you little minx,” he grunted. “We’re skipping the snack.”
“Thought you were hungry,” she chirped.
“I am, but not for charcuterie.” Such a dignified word compared to what he had in mind. He darted to his folded pants and extracted a condom from his wallet. At the butcher block, he nearly dropped the cheese board in his hurry to whisk it to the counter. She leaned her palms against the little island, amusement dancing in her eyes as she watched his machinations. Gathering her in his arms, he crashed his mouth down on hers and took back control. And when he had her reduced to panting, he turned her and bent her over the butcher block.
Oh my fucking God, what a sight!
Yanking his eyes away, he sheathed himself. Casting one last appreciative glance at Hailey splayed across the wooden surface, he entered her from behind.
She cried out, “Yes!”
Their joining was cataclysmic, shattering, violent. When they hit the peak at the same moment, he could have sworn the old brick walls shook.
He was addicted, already craving his next fix. That addiction’s name was Hailey Bailey.
Chapter 27
