Serving Trouble(76)

I’m still leaving in the morning. Nothing will change that.

“I know,” she said simply.

His hands stilled, no longer tracing circles and exploring her nipples. Oh no, he’s walking away. He’s heading for the honorable path.

“Is it possible?” she asked, needing to keep him here, mounted on this spinning, bucking machine. “To turn around and face you for the rest of our naked ride?”

He chuckled. “I don’t know. Might depend on how flexible you are.”

“I don’t think that’s our problem,” she murmured. Although that might be a little white lie. She wasn’t Gumby. Not even close. “But you still have your clothes on.”

He released her and she felt his hand moving behind her. A second later, his shirt landed on the faded red section of the surrounding mat. “I can’t get my jeans off on this thing,” he said.

“How about I turn around and release your zipper?” She drew one knee up and froze. “I might need some help,” she added.

His hands returned to her waist. “Can you move your leg over the head the next time it dips forward? I’ve got you.”

She nodded, trusting in his hold. The bull reared and she swung her left leg over the top and . . . slid right off the other side. She landed on her hands and knees.

“Shit,” he cursed. And then he was beside her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her away from the faded blue into the not-­so-­pure white area. “Before it swings back around,” he added.

She ended up on top of him, her bare chest against his superman-­sized muscles. “Sorry. I just really wanted to get you out of your pants,” she said, looking down at him.

“Done.” He gently shifted her onto the mat beside him and reached for the button. She sat up and watched as he stripped off his jeans and boxers. He kicked them aside and unveiled his long, thick cock.

“I want to take you for a ride,” she said, unable to keep a healthy dose of “oh wow” from her voice. She’d only been with one man before. And even though he’d played football like Noah, he’d clearly been an inch or two shorter on all counts.

“Josie.” He weaved his fingers through her hair, curled his upper body up off the mat, and crushed his mouth to hers. There was nothing tentative about his kiss this time. He was taking her, claiming her, demanding everything she had to give.

His other hand slipped beneath her panties, touching her, exploring her.

“Help me get them off,” she murmured, pulling back from his kiss. “My underwear.”

“There’s no rush. We can take our time,” he said, but he helped draw her panties down as she brought her legs closer, one knee on either side of his thigh.

With a few more wiggles and kicks, she won the battle with her panties. She stared down at the amused man beneath her. Noah. The man of her dreams. The guy who always smiled. But this time it was for her.

She shifted back. Her bare ass rested on his thigh and she wrapped her hand around his cock. She placed her other hand on his abs. “Do you know what it feels like to have a giant machine rocking beneath you, vibrating just a touch but not enough to do more than tease?”

He let out a low laugh, his eyes darting between her face and her hand, now moving up and down the smooth skin of his erection. She kept her touch light. She didn’t want him to come like this.

“When what you really want, what you’ve wanted for so damn long, is sitting right behind you?” There, she’d said it. She’d admitted that she’d wanted him too. “And knowing that you only have a few hours before the man you never thought would ever take you on a naked bull ride leaves?”

His smile faded and he reached his hand up to cup her face. “I know, Josie. Not about the vibrating, but about the wanting.”

“I’m not waiting, Noah.” She kept her hand wrapped around his cock as she lifted her hips off his leg. She moved forward until she was poised over him, ready to sink onto his oh-­wow length. She sank down, feeling him stretch her open, filling her up.

“Jesus, Josie,” he hissed. Then he grabbed her hips and tried to lift her off. “We need a condom.”

“Just pull out,” she said, claiming another inch. She’d expected discomfort, something other than this I-­might-­come-­before-­my-­clit-­even-­rubs-­against-­him feeling. And that had never happened before. “Plus—­”

“I can’t risk it. I’m leaving,” he said through clenched teeth.

“—­I’m on the pill.” She rocked her hips back and forth as she’d done on the bull, lifting an inch and feeling him slide out before lowering back down.