Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 15387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Happiness radiates from my chest to my limbs. “Nope.”
“Good. Mrs. Dawson bakes sugar cookies, pies, and other cakes for the holidays. She might have a couple left from Christmas. Do you have a sweet tooth?”
My mouth is already watering. Yep, definitely stopping over there. “Where can I find her?”
“The bakeshop is just beside the grocery. You won’t miss it. Take my truck when you leave. Do you want breakfast? I think I can whip something up.”
I shake my head. “I don’t usually have breakfast, just coffee. You?”
“I have a different meal in mind.”
I yelp when he lifts me and settles me on the hood of his dark blue truck. It’s high enough that we’re at eye level.
“God, you’re beautiful. Have I ever told you that?”
“A couple of times, yes.”
“I won’t stop saying it.”
He pulls me for a kiss and swings my legs around his waist, his thick rod also pressing against my apex. This is so good. I rub against him, moaning at the friction.
Noah plants kisses along my jaw, on my earlobe, and down the sensitive spot on my neck, his stubble tickling me. He swipes his tongue along the tendon of my neck, and my fingers fly to his hair, running through the strands and scratching his scalp.
Without another word, he rips off my panties, balls it in his fist, and shoves it into his pocket. When he raises his brown eyes to me, naked hunger crosses his handsome features. “I’ll buy you a new one. This is my memento.”
I can’t even force any word out of my mouth. This feral side of him is so hot like he’s being driven to madness because of his desire for me.
I want him inside me, but he has other plans.
He runs his hands along my legs, the rough pads of his fingers only heightening the sensation. I tilt my head back and swallow hard, but when I feel his tongue inside me, I jolt and grab his hair.
Noah is eating me like he wants to devour me whole. Of course, I let him. Shamelessly, I grind on his face, loving his hum of approval. It doesn’t take long before my climax begins to crest. He must feel it too because his hands go to my back to pull me to him, shoving his tongue deeper inside me.
My thighs lock his head in place, and I surrender to the sweet sensations rolling through me.
My body convulses with pleasure, still dazed from the mind-blowing orgasm, when he grabs me and carries me to the side of his truck. With me on his lap, he settles on the passenger seat and pulls the lever to push it backward, leaving more room for his long, muscular legs.
I get my second wind and slam my mouth to his. All the while, my fingers fumble with the buttons of his coveralls, and I grab his dick from his boxers. Noah hisses and rests his forehead on mine, his breathing ragged and uneven.
My hand wraps around his shaft, and I slowly sink down on him, moaning at the feel of his thick girth stretching me, making me feel full.
“I’m all yours, Nora. Do what you want with me.”
I tug my shirt over my head, and his eyes grow hazy with lust. My nipples harden to peaks, and I cry out when he leans forward to take one taut bud into his mouth while he rolls the other between his fingers.
I rock against him, rotating my hips, bobbing up and down, and chasing a second high. Even with him just sitting beneath me, his massive size hits all my pleasure points.
My pulse hammers in my throat as I realize I’m about to come…again.
He notices because of course he does.
Noah winds my hair around his knuckles and tugs it lightly. My neck is fully exposed, and he sucks on it while driving his hips up, sliding in and out of me wildly.
My mouth parts in a silent moan as my orgasm crashes into me, pure ecstasy dancing all over me. At the same time, I feel him swell inside and fill me with warm, endless spurts.
He’s not done because he draws my bottom lip between his and sucks on it. “Now, Nora. What were you saying about driving an old car?”
Noah’s Ford Bronco is spacious, and as my hands wrap around the steering wheel, I feel so envious. I’ve never driven anything but second-hand cars, and it’s become somewhat of a skill to ignore the sputters and rumbles that sound expensive.
I spend five minutes just admiring and running my fingers along the dashboard, leather seats, and shiny switches. Gosh. This is so Noah.
I slide the key in and turn it, hearing the engine roar to life. Shifting to drive, I step on the gas pedal and it smoothly rolls out of his driveway, the gravel crunching under the tires.