Holding You Close (Ex-Con Duet 4)

“A new chapter,” I confirm with a smile. Though he’s decided not to go to therapy right now, I have hope that someday he will. I wish I had after everything happened, but Owen helped me cope. Between taking care of him and working, there wasn’t much time to really think about anything else anyway.

“Are you ready to go back to work Monday?” I ask as we make our way to the B&B.

“Hell yes. I feel like shit for leaving Tyler hanging, once again.” He groans.

“Tyler understands.”

“I know he does, which I’m grateful for, but I don’t want to take advantage. After the gym is done, I hope he’ll hire me until I can find something else.”

“What are you wanting to do?” I ask once we’re inside our room.

“I think something with my hands, fixing or building stuff. It’s what my dad did in his spare time when he wasn’t at the garage and what I helped him with during my school vacations. But beggars can’t be choosers either, so I’ll take anything.”

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer. “You’ll find something. You’re talented, hard-working, honest, and really good in bed.”

Noah chuckles, securing his hands on my waist. “Is that so? Think I can add that to my resume?”

“Put it under…special skills.” I chuckle.

He slides his hands to my ass and lifts me. “Hmm…can I use you as a reference?” he asks, throwing me on the mattress. Pushing my legs apart with his knee, Noah towers over me.

“Before I agree to that, I’m gonna need to see how proficient your oral skills are.”

“Is that so?” He arches a brow, sliding his hand underneath my shirt.

“As well as your expertise on proper etiquette and the ability to learn new techniques.”

“That is quite the list of imperative qualities,” he muses, pinching my nipple, causing my breathing to grow rapid.

“Well, it’s all about having the right credentials,” I say, my eyes fluttering closed as he presses his knee harder between my thighs.

“And self-confidence,” he adds.

“Mmm…definitely. Dependability, drive, power…” I gasp when he increases the speed over my pussy. “All what it takes to really stand out from the rest.”

Noah continues teasing me until I’m breathless and reaching my climax—all before he’s even undressed me.

The man has superpowers.

Before I come down from my high, he unbuttons and tosses my jeans aside, then yanks off my panties before sinking his face between my legs. He sucks my clit and thrusts two fingers deep inside me. Every time I get close, he backs away, then does it again and again, driving me insane with desire.

“Noah!” I scream. “I’m about to forcefully hold your head there if you move one more time.”

He licks his lips and chuckles. “Just trying to give a thorough oral exam.”

“If you don’t finish me off, then I’ll do it myself,” I threaten as I slide my hand down.

He playfully nips at it, but I quickly remove it.

“No, ma’am. You come when I tell you to. Got it?” He flashes me an arrogant wink, and I equally hate and love him for it. My body is on fire, and if he stops one more time, I’m going to cry.

“Now let’s test your physical stamina,” I say with a lifted brow.

Noah slides off the bed, a cocky grin plastered on his face as he removes his clothes. His erection springs free, and the urge to take him in my mouth nearly takes over. I love the taste and smell of him. Everything about Noah turns me on.

“Lie on your side, baby girl,” he demands, crawling into bed behind me.

He lifts one of my legs, then positions himself at my entrance. Sliding in slow, he pushes in deep and fills every inch of me.

“Fuck, you’re so tight in this position,” he hisses into my neck. Snaking a hand between my thighs, Noah circles my clit and increases his pace.

“Oh my God,” I murmur, surrendering to every glorious inch of him. The sensation of him pounding into me and rubbing slowly has the buildup surfacing quickly.

“You like that?” he asks in my ear.

“So good,” I mutter.

“You want harder?”

“God, yes.”

Every stroke, every caress, every lick, suck, and kiss—Noah cherishes me in a way I never knew existed.

Chapter Six

NOAH

I wouldn’t have been opposed to staying another week tangled in the sheets with Katie at the B&B. I’m pretty sure I’ve had a permanent smile on my face since we got home yesterday afternoon. The morning comes quickly, and I’m looking forward to going to work.

Instead of taking Dad’s truck today, he offered to drop me off because he had a few errands to run. On the way to town, we stop and grab a dozen donuts, then make our way to the gym.

“Did ya have a good weekend?” Dad asks as the brick building comes into view.