Page 29 of The Getaway
“So, three days of…” I trail off, wanting her to be the one to lay out the terms for what this is. Considering my mind apparently likes to go from zero to a hundred in just a day, it’s better to let her set the rules, and I follow them.
“Remember dude, you’re gonna have to tell the kids about this.”
Dominik’s voice pops up in my head and I have to shake the memory away, only furthering my point to myself.
“Three days of hanging out, keeping each other company and maybe another excursion or something,” Bri pauses, letting her eyes drop and slowly trail over my torso as she licks her lips before slowly bringing her gaze back to mine. “Three days of mind-blowing orgasms.”
I smirk, cutting my steak but keeping my eyes on her.
“Anything else?”
“Nope,” she shrugs, taking another bite of food before continuing. “I had a lot of fun with you today and there’s an undeniable chemistry between us. Might as well enjoy some no strings fun. No commitments and nothing too deep,” she bites her bottom lip between her teeth.
I swallow the lump that forms in my throat and force a smirk to my lips.
“Not too deep, eh?” I quirk a brow.
“If last night told me anything, it’s that you know exactly how deep to go,” she whispers. That beautiful flush spreads down her neck, both of us clearly thinking about how it felt to have my cock buried in her perfect pussy.
“Is that a, yes?” she asks breathlessly.
“Sugar, it’s always gonna be a yes from me when it comes to you.”
Chapter 9- Sabrina
“What do you mean ‘nothing’? You had drinks with a professional hockey player and his author fiancée and you talked about nothing?”
“Pretty much,” Noah shrugs, nodding to the hostess as he opens the door and motions for me to lead the way.
Huffing out a dramatic sigh, I pass him with my arms crossed but he only chuckles and follows behind me.
“Fine, keep your secrets,” I roll my eyes even though he can’t see my face and start heading in the general direction of my bungalow.
He chuckles and it’s the only warning I get before his arm is wrapping around my waist. My back collides with his chest as he dips his head down to place gentle kisses up my shoulder and neck. His breath warms my ear, and I can’t suppress the shiver brought on from his closeness.
“We have better things to talk about than a random conversation I had with a couple strangers,” Noah pauses, placing both hands on my hips and holds me flush against him. I bite back a moan when I feel his hard length pressing into me as he continues. “Actually… we have better things to do instead of talking.”
One of his hands slides down my leg and stops mid-thigh, before slowly bunching the fabric of my dress into his hand. My palm flies down, covering the back of his hand with mine, yet I don’t move him away as I glance around.
Before Noah caught up to me, I had made it to one of the side pathways, leaving us alone in the shadows of the palm trees. Faint music mixes with muffled laughter of those enjoying the bars and restaurants back by the main strip that we just came from. Waves crash in the distance and the temporary seclusion makes it way too easy to get lost in this moment.
My breath catches in my throat when his calloused fingers meet my skin, and he starts gently tracing up my leg.
“Better things?” I question quietly, trying to keep myself focused on the fact that we are still technically in public.
“Mmm,” Noah hums against my neck, the sound making my thighs clench together and my entire body lights up. “Much, much better things.”
“Like what?”
Instead of answering me, he slides the hand from my hip across my stomach, holding me in place while his fingers continue to dance up my leg. When they find the edges of my panties, any thought that isn’t Noah flies from my mind. All I can think about is those fingers continuing their path.
He teases me over the thin fabric of my underwear, never staying still or moving quite where I need him too.
“Like officially beginning our ‘sex-cation’ as you so perfectly called it,” he whispers in my ear while those damn fingers trace teasing circles over my clit.
Between the light pressure of his touch and the friction from my underwear, I can’t stop the groan that falls from my lips.
“Fuck, Sugar,” he groans, dropping his forehead to my shoulder as his hand dips further between my thighs. His fingers move quickly, shoving my panties to the side and tracing along the side of my bare pussy. “You’re already so wet for me.”