Wow, that was sweet.
She didn’t want sweet.
She opened her sweater. She saw him register what she was doing one second before she shrugged it off and tossed it on the ground. “How about we play prince and naughty servant girl for a while instead?” she asked.
Heat flared in his eyes and he sucked in a breath. “You sure? Role playing is kind of a couple steps beyond where we’ve been so far.”
She stepped in and ran her hands up to his shoulders. “You’re right. We should keep it real and go with mechanic and naughty pie shop waitress.” Then she lifted onto her tiptoes and put her mouth against his.
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For a second, he did nothing. Just stood, letting her kiss him. But when her hand ran up the back of his neck and through his hair, he growled, wrapped his two big arms around her and picked her up. She pulled her legs up and linked her ankles at his lower back. As he walked toward her reading truck, he opened his mouth under hers. Their tongues tangled, stroking hot and firm, and Brynn felt her pelvic muscles clenching as tingles erupted everywhere.
Yes. This. This is what she wanted. Him. And that truck.
“God, I want to see you naughty, Brynn,” Noah said roughly, putting her down on the hood of the truck and running his hands down her back to her butt then down her thighs.
“You won’t be shocked?” she asked, feeling breathless already. The way he was looking at her made her heart pound and like her bones were melting.
He gave a short laugh. “Turned the fuck on. Not shocked.”
She felt her eyes widen. “You don’t even know what I’m going to do.”
“Won’t matter.” He leaned in and kissed her, stroking over her lip and tongue, then pulling back. “Just you breathing turns me on.”
That was also kind of sweet. But it was also very hot so she let it go. “Well, you know that I don’t really know what I’m doing, right?” She bit her bottom lip. How pathetic on a scale from totally cool to omg-that’s-so-sad was a twenty-nine-year-old virgin anyway? She’d never asked her sisters because she was a little afraid of the answer.
He met her gaze directly. “How inexperienced are we talking here?” he asked. “You’re a virgin?”
She felt her cheeks flush. She figured that he’d known that for a while. If Evan and Parker hadn’t told him, he’d probably guessed, simply from the fact that she didn’t date. Ever.
He tipped her chin up with a finger before she even realized she’d looked down. “Brynn, I just gotta know. It doesn’t change anything. If you want me to be the one—” He pulled in a shaky breath, “—then, babe, there’s no getting rid of me.”
Heat and something like gratitude, or relief, or just plain affection, flooded through her. She nodded. “Yes. A virgin.” She grasped his hand and squeezed it. “And I definitely want you to be the one.”
His eyes flickered with emotions. Including hot desire. He took another deep breath, then asked, “But you touch yourself? You’ve seen porn? You’ve read erotic romance? Something, right?”
“Yes, yes and yes.”
He paused, then gave a soft laugh. “We are going to talk about all of that more. But right now…” He lifted her hands to his chest. “I just want you to do whatever you feel like doing.”
A surge of power went through her. Whatever she wanted. She decided to be honest. “I feel like doing everything.”
He swallowed hard but nodded. “I’m your guy.”
God, he was. He really was. It hit her hard as he said it. He was her guy. For whatever she needed him for. And she wanted to be what he needed too. Not what he felt responsible for, not what he had been “assigned”, but what he needed.
“First up, I’m going to need that shirt off,” she told him. She leaned back, flattening her palms on the truck behind her.
He cocked an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”
“Definitely.”
“Your wish is my command.”
Wow, she really hoped that was true. She had a list of wishes.
He stripped his shirt off and threw it over his shoulder. She quickly sat forward, already abandoning the whole I’m-in-control-here façade. She had no idea what she was doing, but she knew she needed to get her hands on him.
She spread her hands over his chest, marveling at how small she felt next to him. She brushed her hands under the dog tags that hung against his pecs. She stroked over the hard muscles that she’d barely felt and had only imagined until now. “God, you’re huge,” she said without thinking.
He chuckled, the sound rumbling up her arms. “You know just what to say.”
Brynn ran her hands over his arms, tracing his tattoos, squeezing the muscles, and feeling her belly heat. Then she leaned in and kissed the center of his sternum just beside the dog tags. He let out a breath, and she ran her lips to one side, kissing his pec, and before she could think better of it, flicking her tongue out to taste his skin.
He pulled the chain from around his neck, tossing the dog tags over his shoulder too. She felt his hand come up to the back of her head, his fingers sliding into her hair. He pressed her closer and she assumed that meant she was doing okay.
But suddenly it was all not enough. She reached behind her and untied her bikini top, letting it fall to her lap. She shifted, putting her chest against his, the heat and hardness pressing into her breasts and making her nipples tighten and tingle. She sighed, her eyes sliding closed. “Ah, that feels good.” She wiggled, dragging her nipples over his chest, and she heard air hiss out from between Noah’s teeth.
She looked up at him. His jaw was tight, his fingers were curled into her scalp, and he was watching her with a hot look that made her nipples draw even tighter.
“You okay?” she asked.
“Just waiting for you to get done there and sit back so I can get a really good look at those gorgeous tits.”
Brynn felt her eyes widen. Tits. No man had ever said that word to her before. And she was shocked how much she liked it. It was rough and raw and made heat pulse between her legs.
She slowly sat back, watching as his gaze dragged from her face to her breasts. The muscle along his jaw twitched as he drank her in. Brynn knew for a fact that she had never truly felt sexy and wanted and beautiful before that moment.
“Touch me, Noah.” That was most definitely what she wanted. His big, hot, calloused hands with the grease under the fingernails, all over her body.
“Once I start, I’m not going to stop,” he warned her.
She leaned back farther and parted her knees. He stepped between them, one hand moving to cup her right breast. She gave a little moan. “Good,” she told him.
He squeezed gently, then ran his thumb over her nipple, watching it bead as if begging for more. And he gave it more. He rubbed and tugged, then finally bent his head and took it into his mouth, licking, then sucking.
Brynn gasped and arched closer. She gripped his bare shoulders, fingers digging into the muscles she’d been ogling for months in this very garage, from nearly this exact vantage point.
He moved to her other breast, teasing that nipple similarly and making her throb everywhere.
She hadn’t needed much more than this the other night to come apart, but that wasn’t happening this time. For one thing, she wanted more of her mouth on him. For another, she needed more than just some friction tonight. She wanted pressure and stretching and thrusting.
“Noah.” She wiggled against him, but he seemed disinclined to let her go.
He did an extra-amazing sucking thing on her left nipple, while squeezing the right, and she felt her inner muscles clench. She blew out a breath. “Noah.”
“You coming apart the other night with not much more than this might have been the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced,” he said. “I know that you’re a firecracker, Brynn, but I’ve been letting myself feel like a damned hero for that.”
She grinned. “I want more tonight.”
He lifted his head at that. “Oh, you’re goi
ng to get more.” He pressed against where she was wet and throbbing. Again, still wearing his jeans. She felt the sparks shooting out from that spot through her body, and she knew that it wouldn’t take much to send her over the edge again just that easily.
“I want to be naked and spread out and have you deep inside me this time,” she told him.
That made him stop moving for a moment.
“Noah?”
“Hang on.” He cleared his throat.
“What’s wrong?”
“Just making sure I’m not the one going all the way with my pants still on.”
“Not sorry.” She shifted against him, feeling a surge of sassiness that was unusual for her. But she could get used to it.
He pinched her ass. “Though I can promise, I’d still make you see stars.”
She half laughed, half gasped. “Yes. Do that. Stars. For both of us.”
“You got it.” He reached up and undid the front button of her shorts. “I’m going to need to see what I’m doing here this time though.”
Yes. She lifted her butt so he could pull her shorts down. He whisked them off her legs and dropped them next to him on the ground. He looked down at her panties. They were white, but they were bikini cut and were silk with some lace across the top. In other words, they weren’t entirely boring, white underwear. “I have hot pink ones,” she said, stupidly.
He gave her a slow smile. “Do you?”
“Yes. But…” She clamped her lips shut. You don’t have to call attention to the white panties. They’re fine. They’re feminine and hopefully going to be on the floor really soon anyway.
“But?” he prompted.
He ran a hand up her thigh from knee to hip and she melted. It wasn’t even her inner thigh and still, she felt… hungry. That was the only word that came to mind. She was hungry. She moved her leg to the side slightly, encouraging him to go more to the center.
“Brynn?” he coaxed, his voice low and rumbly. “Did you think about wearing them?”
She hadn’t, actually. She bit her bottom lip.
“Brynn?” He squeezed her leg as if warning her not to think about not answering. “Did you think about wearing your hot pink panties for me?”
Finally, she shook her head. “No.”
“Why not? I love pink.”
“They ride up and give me a wedgie so I almost never wear them.”
There. Talk about sexy.
But he just nodded solemnly. “Thank you,” he said, looking her directly in the eyes.
“For?” She shifted her legs, aware that this was as naked as she’d ever been with a man. And loving it. While also feeling incredibly vulnerable.
But the next moment any awkwardness or self-consciousness fled because Noah said, “For realizing that it doesn’t matter what you wear. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything, no matter what. That the sexiest thing you will ever have on is the look on your face right now. The one that says you want me and that you will maybe die if I don’t touch you. And, well, Brynn, the truth is,” he said, his tone completely serious. “I would want to fuck your brains out even if you were wearing white cotton panties that went up to your chin and bagged in the back.”
There was a beat of silence after that. The fuck your brains out part was really hard to ignore considering it made her toes curl. But she couldn’t help it—laughter bubbled up and she couldn’t hold it in. She giggled.
“That’s funny?” But he was grinning as he asked it.
“I can honestly say I’ve never had underwear bag in the back,” she told him.
“Well, even if you did, all I’d care about was doing this.” He hooked his thumbs in the top of her panties and pulled.
They slid off and dropped to the floor, and Brynn realized that now she was the most vulnerable she’d ever been.
And the hood of this truck felt pretty damned great against her bare ass.
“Holy shit,” Noah breathed, taking her in, fully naked.
“I did, however, go ahead and wax.”
His eyes came up to hers and he said, “It wouldn’t matter. But holy shit, Brynn.”
She grinned. “Now you.”
He skimmed his hands up both of her thighs. “I’m going to need to move you to the bed of the truck for that, babe.”
“Okay.” She started to slide forward.
“Hang on.” He seemed to think her eagerness was funny. Or cute. Or something. Because he was watching her with a look in his eyes she hadn’t seen before.
“What?” She ran her hand up his arm, needing to touch him. And hoping to tug his hand to where she was aching and hot.
He did let her move his hand. But he said, “This is your first time, B. I can’t fuck you in the bed of this truck.”
A shiver of pleasure danced over her at the word fuck. She’d had no idea that would be a turn-on. But it wasn’t even dirty talk really. It was just Noah talking. She’d heard him swearing at engines and joking with his friends. This was just raw and unfiltered Noah. He wasn’t talking to her like a princess in glass slippers. And she loved it.
“But you have to,” she told him, again moving his hand higher. The pads of his middle fingers skimmed over her mound, and they both sucked in a breath. “I have fantasized about you and this truck so many times. I want it to be here.”
He leaned in, putting his forehead against hers, one hand going to the back of her neck. He ran his hand up and down between her legs. It wasn’t with enough pressure to really do anything. It was more like a promise. But Brynn found herself suddenly breathing hard.
“You didn’t let me finish,” he told her gruffly. “I can’t fuck you in the bed of this truck until I make you come nice and hard right here on the hood. You have to be ready for me.”
She groaned at that. “Noah.”
“Yeah, practice my name. Just like that.” Then he kissed her, as his fingers slid lower.
Brynn grasped his arm and kissed him back, parting her knees farther, and letting him take her mouth in a deep, erotic kiss.
He teased over her clit, then dipped lower. There was no way he’d miss how wet she was for him. She felt pretty damned ready right now.
Noah pulled back as he slid the tip of one finger inside of her, his thumb brushing over her clit. She pressed her hips forward, wanting more.
“So on date number three, you’re going to learn a little something about oral sex, Brynn,” he said.
When he said her name like that—low and deep and after something kind of dirty— she found herself willing to do just about anything he could ask of her.
No, not just about. She was willing to do anything he asked of her. “Okay,” she managed.
“I want you to close your eyes and think about everything I’m doing to your mouth right now.” He licked his tongue along her lower lip, back and forth, then sucked slightly.
Heat shot to where his hand was slowly sliding in and out. He was only going in to about his first knuckle, and she felt her entire lower body buzzing with anticipation.
“I want you to feel how I lick you and stroke you with my tongue.” He slid his tongue in along hers firmly, then swirled around it before pulling back and again sucking on her bottom lip.
Brynn again tilted her hips, trying to get closer to his finger. To get more.
“And I want you to think about me doing all of that, right here.” He thrust a little deeper and circled her clit at the same time.
She whimpered, throbbing, her hunger becoming more and more intense.
“And I’m going to stay down there, tonguing you until you come for me, Brynn,” he promised darkly against her mouth. “I’m going to taste everything you’ve got.” He stroked his tongue against hers again, and she swore she could feel it between her legs. “And then I’m going to take you to the back of the truck and fill you up.”
She almost came right then and there.
Noah put a hand against her chest and pushed, urging her to lie back. She did, realizing th
at she would be spread out, exactly as she’d said she wanted. She tried to hook her legs over the front of the hood, to hold on…or something…but Noah was in control. He took her thighs in his big hands and spread her open. He looked up at her, then down between her legs. And he gave her a very sexy, slow, hungry smile. “I really do love this old truck.” Then he dipped his knees and put his mouth against her inner thigh.
Brynn jerked with the sensation of his hot mouth and scratchy jaw against that sensitive skin. She might have touched herself, but it was nothing like this. Already. It felt like every one of her nerves was drawn tight and that Noah was plucking them, making them vibrate.
She didn’t know what to do, where to hold on, what to say. She had nothing. She was fully at his mercy.
He rubbed his jaw back and forth over her thigh, then pressed kisses, climbing higher. His hand cupped her, his thumb brushed over her clit, and again a single digit slid inside her heat. This time deeper.
“Damn, you’re so tight,” he muttered. “Fucking heaven.”
She rolled her head back and forth. “Noah.”
“Girl, give me some time,” he scolded. “I’ve been waiting for this for months.”
“You’ve thought about this?”
“Every day, Brynn. Every damned day.” He slid his finger deeper and rubbed over her clit with more pressure.
“Noah!”
“Yeah, just like that,” he said of her using his name. Then he finally leaned in and put his mouth where his fingers had been.
Brynn’s hips bucked, but his big hand across her stomach held her down as he licked and sucked, swirling and stroking just as he’d done to her mouth.
And it took less than thirty seconds for her to come hard against his tongue.
Waves of pleasure washed over her, one on top of the other, and she fought to catch her breath. She felt Noah stroking her legs and up her sides until he hooked under her arms and pulled her up to sitting. He kissed her deeply, her flavor on his tongue, and then he scooped her into his arms.
He set her on the tailgate and then whisked off the plastic tarp that was always there. Underneath were some blankets, a sleeping bag, a rolled-up tent, and some fishing supplies.
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