Two warm arms circle my waist before a hard body presses up against my back. “What’s wrong?”
I shrug and lean into him as a deep sigh is pulled from within me. “I don’t know. I’m thinking of cleaning this up for her and burning anything that links her to the prostitution bullshit.”
“Do you think that’s wise?”
“It’s not like they can get her for it again. I just…one day she’s going to get out of there and she’s going to have nowhere to go but here and when that day comes, I don’t want her coming back to the reminder of how shitty things were. She deserves a fresh start.”
“You’re too good for me.”
I turn in his arms and look up at him. “I’ve kind of been thinking the last few days…”
“Why do I feel like I need to prepare myself.”
“Because I think you do.”
“Go on,” he says slowly.
“I think…I’m going to get Gina out.”
Noah studies me for a moment before pulling me in tight and pressing his lips against mine. “No matter what you want to do, Spitfire, I’ve got your back. If you want to get her out, then I’m behind you all the way.”
“You mean that?”
“Sure fucking do, babe.”
My eyes flick back over to my shoulder before glancing back up at Noah. “Do you really think I can do it?”
He smiles down at me as though I’m some child that just did the sweetest thing. “You’re Henley Fucking Bronx, of course you can do it.”
“What would I ever do without you?”
“Everything you’re doing now,” he tells me. “You’re a force to be reckoned with Henley, and you don’t need me, Tully, or anyone in your life helping you out. You would have still discovered your own truths on your own and you still would have rocked it at the same time. You’re so much stronger than you give yourself credit for. I’m just lucky that you decided to bring me along for the ride.”
I shake my head, willing the tears to stay at bay. “No,” I tell him. “I’m the lucky one.”
Noah’s lips come down on mine and he kisses me with everything’s he’s got. His arms circle my waist until his hands are firmly gripping my ass and the touch has me pressing my body harder into his as my hands slide up his strong body and curl around his neck.
His tongue darts into my mouth and if my eyes were open, I’m sure as hell they’d be rolling into the back of my head. The deeper he kisses me, the more I need.
He lifts me effortlessly and my legs instantly wrap around him and hold on tight. Noah presses me into the wall, and I try to remember which walls have already been painted, but it’s too hard so I give in and hope for the best.
Noah’s hips grind into mine and I feel just how ready he is for me and I curse myself for getting into this position. It’s not like he’s about to screw me right here in the hallway for everyone to see. We’re at a loss and I don’t see a way out. How the hell am I possibly going to concentrate on cleaning all this mess up now that he’s set my body on fire? I can’t go on until he’s left me completely satisfied. It’s just not possible.
“We can’t,” I murmur against his lips, hating the words as they come out of my mouth.
“Fuck that,” he tells me, lifting me off the wall. “We can and we will.”
Not a second later, Noah takes a few steps down the hall and walks into the open laundry room before discreetly closing the door behind him. He reaches for the old blinds on the window and releases it before placing me down on the washing machine with a proud grin.
“What were you saying?”
I can’t even fault him for being a cocky dick. I reach out and grab his shirt before hauling him into me. “Shut up and kiss me.”
Noah falls into me and before his lips have even reached mine, his hands are at the waistband of my shorts. He hastily tears them down my legs as I work on freeing him from the confines of his pants and before I know it, he’s gripping me by the thighs and sliding me forward on the washing machine, instantly lining himself up with my entrance and slamming into me, giving us both what we’ve been needing and satisfying that craving I’ve been feeling for him all damn afternoon.
He pounds into me. Quick, hard, and fast. My head is thrown back, our bodies grow sweaty, his fingers dig into my thighs, and not a moment later, my world is thoroughly rocked.
Chapter 19
I look down at my phone as a text message comes through and let out a groan. Really? Right now? They couldn’t have just given me ten minutes to myself? We’ve been working on Rivers’ place for the past few days and I’m freaking exhausted but it’s going to be incredible when it’s done. I mean, I’d move in there myself if I ever needed to get away from life.