Serving Trouble(31)
“Oh, Noah,” she moaned.
His lips and tongue deserted the oh-so-close-to-coming bundle of nerves. “You don’t need to use my name over and over, sweetheart. Call on a higher power or just scream.”
What the huh? She opened her eyes and looked down at the broad-shoulder blond warrior between her spread legs. Was he trying to avoid recognition for the rioting rush of pleasure rushing through her body, or sidestep the failure on his record if he couldn’t deliver?
“I’m giving you full credit for this one, Noah. And I know you won’t let me down.”
He grinned up at her. “You’re that sure of me?”
“Yes.”
Please, God, let him finish now.
He teased her entrance, tracing small circles, and then slid two fingers inside. And then he lowered his mouth and flicked his tongue over the place guaranteed to send her free-falling into a world of pleasure.
“Noah!” She screamed his name and the sound of her voice filled the barn. Her hips rocked forward, begging for more from his lips, his tongue, his fingers . . .
Her world narrowed. There was only Noah, the bull at her back holding her steady, and bliss. But the heavens had nothing to do with this fleeting taste of paradise—just the imperfect man at her feet.
“I was right.” She managed the words through jagged breaths.
“About?” he asked, drawing his mouth away from her.
“I knew you wouldn’t let me down.”
Chapter Twelve
THANK GOD FOR kittens.
If they hadn’t found the box by the side of the road, if she hadn’t needed to keep them in his barn, Josie Fairmore wouldn’t have led him into the barn and dusted off his pride. He’d been skirting failure ever since he’d deployed. He hadn’t stepped in and helped Caroline until it was too late. And shooting at people—doing his job as a marine—it hadn’t felt heroic or good. Caroline’s rape and the harsh realities of war were beyond his control. His time with the marines had been a wake-up call, forcing him to realize he couldn’t always be the guy who rushed in and saved the day.
But tonight, he’d delivered exactly what Josie needed. He hadn’t let her down.
And shit, it was a helluva lot more fun to be the guy who delivered the orgasm versus the white knight routine. Who cared if it screwed up his friendship with her brother or messed up their employee/employer relationship? Right now, he didn’t give a damn about anything outside this barn, and he was sticking to that story.
“Glad I could be of service,” he said as he rose to his feet. His knee felt stiff from pressing into the cushion and his shoulders ached from hunching over to bury his face between her legs. But it beat the side of the road. Although, the scene she’d described, with his back against the front of his truck . . . well, he hoped she planned to do something with the part of his anatomy she’d openly admired earlier. “Now, about your offer from this morning—”
“Yes, Noah,” she said with a laugh. She stepped to the side, leaving him facing the bull. “It’s your turn to hold on to the saddle while I blow you away. But I don’t think you need to wedge your foot in the stirrup.”
He followed her instructions, placing his hand behind him on the bull as he faced her. Her gaze flickered to his dick, hard and eager for her lips. But she didn’t sink to her knees.
Was she waiting for him to lay her down on the cushion and take her like he had five years ago? He didn’t think she was ready for full penetration, “you’re mine baby, all mine” sex. He sure as shit wasn’t. He was looking for release pure and simple, not a pile of emotions that might spiral out of their control.
And last time . . . the words she’d said while she came, his dick buried deep inside her . . . I love you. Yeah, he wasn’t too eager to go there again.
“Sorry.” She gave her head a little shake. “I didn’t look long enough last time. I didn’t fully appreciate your cock. I knew you were bigger and better than anything I’d ever seen, but I only caught a glimpse or two.”
He grinned because right now, with her, he sure felt like smiling his damn ass off. “I don’t think I got enough of your dirty talking mouth last time.”
She laughed and dropped to her knees. Her hands touched his thighs and, thank you Jesus, her lips wrapped around his dick. Her tongue swirled around the tip and she took another inch, and then another . . .
“I’m feeling pretty damn appreciated,” he growled as he released the saddle and ran his fingers into her hair. He pressed against the dark locks pulled tight by her ponytail and hoped she wouldn’t feel the need to respond.