When she pressed her knees to the seat and slowly lifted her hips, dragging his thickness against her walls, Noah groaned and broke the kiss. He tugged one side of her dress down to expose her breast and took it into his mouth, sucking.
The hot, wet pressure on her nipple made her sex clench and weep. Noah growled, the sound filled with pleasure and possession.
Julia wrapped one arm around his head, holding him to her breast as she rode his cock in full strokes. Christ, he was perfect. So damn perfect. Her body tighten
ed, the pleasure intense and frenzied, emotions foreign and wild. Emotions that drove her need. Noah responded as if he understood perfectly, lifting into her with power and passion until Julia was on the edge.
“Open your eyes, gorgeous,” he rasped, his breathing harsh and quick. “I want you looking into my eyes when you come.”
Julia parted her lids and found Noah’s head resting back against the seat, his eyes dark, handsome face fierce with passion. Too wickedly sexy to appreciate when she was so close to orgasm.
“That’s it.” His big body trembled with pent-up lust. His fingers dug into her ass where he guided her hips down to his. “Ready, baby?”
“Yes,” she barely whispered, the orgasm sweeping in as if he’d given permission. “Yes,” she said again, louder, the pleasure rising in a wave—through her sex, her pelvis, her belly, her heart. “Yes.”
The wave crashed hard, making her shudder and gasp. She dropped her head to Noah’s shoulder, fisted her hand in his hair, and rode out the bliss even as Noah’s orgasm broke. His hips pumped hard, growls of pleasure rumbling in his throat.
Julia held him tight as residual shudders rocked their sated bodies, and the car filled with the sound of their quick breaths. As she floated down from the high and her mind cleared, those wild emotions swept back in, pushing tears to her eyes. Julia squeezed her lids shut, forcing away the burn. The unfamiliar sensations of fear and vulnerability lingered, but they were mixed with deep gratitude and affection for Noah. For reasons she didn’t understand, she felt intensely connected to him with a depth she’d never experienced before.
Instead of letting fear reign, instead of pulling away from the intimacy, Julia pressed close as they lifted from the orgasmic haze. She floated, letting herself enjoy the aftermath of what they’d just shared. This man was special. Someone she would remember the rest of her life—and not for her first sex in the back of a car either.
Her feelings for him outshone all the night’s drama. She only had him for a short time. And there, safe in his arms, Julia forced herself to let go and just exist in the moment, because there wouldn’t be many moments like these left before their time together came to an end.
Noah traced the curve of Julia’s bare shoulder with his fingertips. After he’d dealt with the condom, she’d climbed right back onto his lap and snuggled close. She’d been either sleeping or drifting in and out for the last fifteen minutes. Outside the car windows, night road crews had forced three lanes into one, and they crawled in bumper-to-bumper traffic. But Noah couldn’t care less.
He turned his head to press his face into Julia’s hair and closed his eyes as he took a long, deep lungful of its gentle floral scent. She lay heavily against him, her breath warming his skin and, shit, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so happy. So insanely content. Yes, the sex was out of this hemisphere, but that wasn’t what had his heart tugging and twisting in ways he didn’t understand.
He was in serious trouble. He was crazy about her. Borderline deliriously crazy about her. And there was no easy fix for their situation. After the X Games, he had fourteen more competitions in four different countries. He wouldn’t touch down in Lake Tahoe again for months. And considering how she’d felt about the idea of staying at his home without training him, he seriously doubted she’d be open to a come-along-with-the-circus-and-be-my-side-girl-to-snowboarding situation this spring.
“How close are we?” Her feather-soft, sleepy voice broke the silence and created another one of those bittersweet pangs.
Noah cleared his throat. “About fifteen minutes in this traffic. If we got out and walked, maybe three minutes. But I’m certainly in no hurry.”
She sighed and repositioned her head on his shoulder, kissing his neck. “Me either.”
The fact that she didn’t climb off him and shut down again was a good sign, but there were still several elephants in the room they needed to address, and she was a captive audience at the moment.
He picked up a strand of her hair and twirled it around his finger. “Does Drake know?” he asked. “About Phillips? Your swimming? Your medals?”
She stiffened, sat up, and braced herself on his shoulders.
Dammit.
Her surprise melted into resignation. “I figured you’d hear at least some of the talk, but I guess you got an earful.” She shook her head and dropped her gaze. “I’m so sorry I dragged you into my mess. The only reason I even considered coming tonight was because Drake assured me Phillips would be at another event in New Orleans.”
He slid a finger across her forehead, pushing another strand of hair out of her eyes, and kept his voice soft when he admitted, “I hate the idea of you two keeping secrets behind my back.”
“We weren’t keeping secrets, Noah.” She let her hands fall to his stomach. “It was just my own pathetic attempt to ignore the problem, as if I could get past it by not dealing with it.”
“What happened between you and Phillips?”
She pressed her lips, shook her head. “Let’s just say he doesn’t take ‘no’ for an answer very well. I dinged his ego, which pissed him off. He gave my boss an ultimatum—him or me. And Phillips was obviously more valuable.”
“Why didn’t you fight it?” he asked. Tiffany’s question had been rolling around in Noah’s head since he’d first heard it.
“Come on.” Her shoulders slumped, and she gave him a seriously? look. “I’m nobody. For me, the situation was crystal clear. I could walk away quietly and try to find a similar job after the rumors died down, or I could fight, make a lot of enemies, and burn lots of bridges over a he-said, she-said battle I’d never win. Not against him.”
“You’re not nobody, Julia. You’re an Olympic gold medalist.”