She took him deeper and he closed his eyes. The rest of the world faded into a distant noise. The sound of Josie sucking on him, drawing him deeper, trumped everything else. The feel of her nails digging into his thighs, the bite of pain in sharp contrast to the nearly overwhelming I’m-going-to-explode feeling coming from his dick.
Her head bobbed faster and faster. Yeah, he was close, too far gone to hold back.
“Josie,” he cried as his hips thrust forward, driving him deeper into her mouth. A warning bell sounded in the back of his head. Not like this. You have to warn her if you’re going to come in her mouth.
“I’m going to . . . Oh God, Josie.” He pushed her head back and released her. Wrapping one hand around himself, he ran his fingers to the tip, once, twice, and he came. All over her breasts.
He looked down, expecting to see confusion, maybe a hint of hurt in her eyes. But she was focused on his hand. And miracle of miracles she was smiling as if she’d secretly hoped he’d explode on her chest.
She shifted her green eyes upward to meet his gaze. “Quite the gentleman, aren’t you?”
He laughed and lowered down to his knees. He released his dick and reached for her, wrapping his hands around her shoulders. “Josephine Fairmore, we’re in a barn and you’re a mess. That doesn’t make me much of a gentleman.”
She pulled away and crawled on her hands and knees over to his discarded shirt. She picked it up and wiped her chest. “There. All clean. And bonus, you’ll have to drive me home topless.”
“Stay.” He said the word without pausing to think through the repercussions. He couldn’t take her to the house where his father was eating pie with Caroline. And keeping the police chief’s daughter overnight? That probably spelled trouble, like serving a shot of whiskey to a drunk.
“Here?” she asked, patting the cushion. “With the kittens and the bull?”
“Here.”
Because it damn sure feels like trouble can’t touch us in here.
And because he wanted to hold on to the feeling that he could give her what she needed for a little while, that he wouldn’t fail her.
“OK.” She crawled over to him, her nipples close to brushing the mat. He wanted to taste her, draw her breath into his mouth, but he needed to hold her more.
He lay down on his side and patted the mat. She joined him and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back close to his front.
“Noah?”
“Yeah?” He ran his hand over the curve of her hips before settling on her waist.
“This sure feels like chivalry to me,” she teased. “Offering to cuddle instead of driving me home after a BJ in the barn? You could have dropped me off, headed home and passed out alone with a beer in your hand.”
A blow and a beer. He’d come home thinking that was all he wanted. But right now, Josie topped that list.
“Sweetheart, I don’t even have a blanket,” he murmured. “Though I wouldn’t mind the beer and the passing-out part.”
He closed his eyes. The realization that he was pushing close to exhaustion surfaced and he gave in, content to drift off to sleep with Josie in his arms.
And not a chance in hell her brother will interrupt this time.
“Noah,” she whispered.
But he was too close to sleep to respond.
“I don’t need a blanket,” she added. “Just this.”
NOAH WOKE UP to the feel of a woman’s breast cupped in his left hand, her head resting against his shoulder, and a trio of kittens curled up on his chest. Yeah, this came close to heaven in his book. And it didn’t have anything to do with the plain grey balls of fur purring like they had little motors. Or the repeated knocking at the door.
He lifted his head off the cushion, trying not to disturb Josie. One of the kittens yawned and stretched as his abs contracted, but he ignored the animal. He focused on the tap, tap, tap against the bar door. It was real, all right.
How the hell did Dominic get back here so damn fast?
Daylight streamed into the barn through the windows in the rafters. It was morning and he was bare-ass naked beside the bull with Josie Fairmore.
If someone catches us, this will be a helluva lot worse than when she was caught in the hay wagon with Travis holding her panties.
“Noah?” Caroline’s voice called through the door. “Noah, are you in there?”
“Yeah,” he called back before she tried to open the barn door. Had he locked it last night? He’d been focused on Josie. The rest was a damn blur. “I’ll be right there.”
He gently slid his arm out from under Josie. Then he set the kittens on the cushion and stood. He found his pants and pulled them on, ready to go commando if it kept Caroline out of the barn.