Page 22 of The Getaway
“What are you doing here?” He questions as a slow smile spreads across his face.
“Same as you. Going on a tour to see some waterfalls,” I raise a brow at him. “Unless one of us is on the wrong bus?”
Having checked three times, I know that at least I’m in the right spot. My heart thumps heavily in my chest at the thought that Noah might not be though. But when he shakes his head and smiles at me, what anxiousness remains dissipates.
“Nope, I’m where I’m supposed to be.”
Before I can think of anything else to say, the tour guide claps her hands and starts talking.
As I turn my full attention to listen to the itinerary for the day, I bite back a smile at the feel of Noah’s lingering gaze.
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“Jump, Bri.”
“But what if I hit the side of the cliff?” I squeak, not taking my eyes away from the rocky ledge in front of me. I clutch the rope tighter. Shaking my head, I step back. “I can’t do it.”
My back collides with a warm chest, stopping my retreat. Noah’s hands find my hips, gently holding me in place as I lean back into the safety of his body, and he chuckles softly.
“We just watched everyone else jump off before us and no one hit anything other than the water at the bottom,” his voice is low, and I resist the urge to shiver as his breath tickles my neck.
“That doesn’t mean that I won’t!” I state, attempting to take another step back, but he holds me steady.
It didn’t seem that high as we climbed up the cliff-side. But as all the couples ahead of us swung from the rope and let themselves drop to the water; nerves began to take root. Now, with only Noah and the tour guide left behind me, that fear mixes with doubt.
“Nope. I can’t do this. I’ll walk down.” I swallow thickly. “Here, take this.” I move to shove the rope toward Noah, but he doesn’t take it.
Instead, he squeezes my hips, keeping me in front of him and not backing down.
“You can do this, Sugar,” he murmurs and I’m already shaking my head.
“No, I can’t,” I whisper back.
Noah places a kiss on my shoulder. “Yes.”
He says the one word with no room for argument. As if there really is no other option. Before I can think to protest further, he kisses the spot where my neck and shoulder meet. “I’ll be right behind you.”
Some of the tension eases from my shoulders at his words. He must feel the slight change and continues whispering in my ear while tracing his fingers along the top of my bathing suit bottom.
“Plus, if you jump now, the cave will be empty by the time we get there.”
My breath catches in my throat, and for the first time since the rope was placed in my hands, I almost jump. Tearing my gaze from the drop in front of me, I turn my head to look at him over my shoulder before glancing at the tour guide.
Noah chuckles, placing a teasing kiss below my ear. “I have been thinking about kissing you all fucking day.”
Unable to hold back, I shudder at his words and clench my thighs tightly together. Which is something he doesn’t miss.
“Why haven’t you then?” I question back breathlessly.
He doesn’t respond right away, choosing to trace his fingers up my sides and along the lengths of my arms. When he reaches my hands, he covers them in his own and nips my ear before answering,
“Because when I kiss you, I won’t be able to stop myself from thinking about the way you felt in my arms last night and how I want nothing more than to fuck you so goddamn hard, it would make the Devil himself blush.” His voice is low as he presses himself into my back and all I can focus on is the feel of his hard length against my ass. “I haven’t kissed you yet because when I do, it’s going to be clear to anyone around, that all I am thinking about is being inside of you again.”
I gasp at his words and there’s no doubt in my mind that my cheeks are crimson red. The desire pooling low in my stomach has me wishing he would kiss me, audience be damned.
Noah squeezes my hands once more before dropping them to my hips and placing a feather-light kiss on my neck.
“The sooner you jump, the sooner I can have a moment alone with you.” He lets go of my hips and steps away. “Jump, Bri.”