She frowns. “Why would you assume I’m sexually frustrated?”
“Because maybe I am too,” I confess, trailing my thumb along her jaw. “Not to mention, our kiss left you wanting more. Unless of course you snuck one of your toys into bed while I was in the shower before we turned in for the night, and that’s why you were having a hard time getting off just now.”
Her mouth falls open, and she jabs a finger into my chest. “I was right. Youdidfind them in my luggage.”
“Sunshine, anyone with eyes would have. You’ve got a collection that’d make even a dominatrix blush.”
“They’re not mine,” she blurts.
I arch a brow. “And who exactly is packing dildos and butt plugs in your suitcase without your permission?”
She nibbles on her bottom lip, looking at me through hooded eyes. “They’re from a PR company that’s going to advertise on my podcast next month. I wanted to test their products beforehand.”
Even knowing this was supposed to be her solo trip, relief washes over me, confirming that she hadn’t planned to use them with another man. I’m not sure what my reaction would have been if she had. Sharing a bed with her must be going to my head. I don’t have the right to dictate her choices, even if my territorial instincts disagree.
“Have you… tried them out yet?” I’m only torturing myself for asking, but I have to know.
She casts me a sidelong glance while pretending to pluck lint off my flannel. “Not yet. I haven’t exactly had a chance.”
“Do you use toys often?” I force my voice to remain casual.
She shakes her head. “Let’s just say the guys I’ve dated weren’t enthusiastic about adding toys into our sex life, and I didn’t use them much when I was single.”
I trail my fingers down her thigh in slow circles. “A real man would be confident enough in himself to explore his partner’s sexuality along with her.”
“Is that so?” Noelle shifts in my lap so she’s straddling me, moving slowly to protect her injured ankle. She leans in, looping her arms around my neck. “Would you play with me, cowboy? If we were having that fling you said we couldn’t have, would you teach me how to use a vibrator together?”
Fuck. Me.
I slip my fingers in her hair at the base of her neck. “I’d use your toys to fill every. Fucking. Hole.”
“Which ones?” she pants.
“I’d start with a plug to get you nice and primed for me.”
Nolle moans, her pupils dilated. “No one’s ever taken me there before.”
I nearly come undone, knowing I’d be the first to claim her ass. I’d make it so damn good and ruin her for every city boy who comes after me.
“The things I could teach you, baby girl,” I say like a promise.
I brush my lips against hers in slow strokes, and another soft moan slips from her mouth. I’m careful to not kiss her fully, only giving her a taste.
“We can’t kiss again, remember,” she whispers.
“Definitely not,” I choke out.
Noelle glances down where my cock strains against my sweatpants. I inhale sharply when she moves her hand between us, tracing the outline of my dick. A guttural groan passes mylips when she moves her fingers in a circular motion, teasing me. Even with the material between her hand and me, I’m struggling to keep from coming. It’s been so damn long, and controlling my physical reaction is a losing battle the longer she taunts me.
“You’re so big,” she murmurs.
The last of my restraint evaporates, and I put my hand over hers, pushing our joined fingers firmly against my hard-on. “Feel what you do to me, baby.”
Noelle gazes up at me with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Are you sure you don’t want to have a one-night stand?” she asks with doe eyes, nipping at my bottom lip, her hand still on my cock. “I’ve never been with an older man, or someone so big. I’m not even sure it would fit.”
Holy shit.
My mind short-circuits, her words striking like lightning and I want nothing more than to give in and show her what she’s been missing.
