“You sure about that, cowboy?” she murmurs.
“You. Are. Mine,” I growl.
All the need I’ve buried crashes through me like a storm tide rising, fierce and relentless, dragging me under without mercy. My hat falls off her head, toppling to the ground as I angle her face and slip my tongue past her parted lips, the sweet taste of her flooding my senses. She lets out a soft sigh, tightening her grip on my collar.
Noelle wanted me to cave, and she’s about to get what she wished for, along with every possessive, jealous, and overbearing tendency I have. It’s all hers, and there’s no undoingwhat she’s unleashed. Even if it’s temporary, she belongs to me, and it’s damn time she knew it.
I shove the fabric of her dress past her hip and hike her leg around my waist. When she tugs me closer, I shove her panties aside, running my fingers through her wetness.
Teasing her pussy, I find her skin bare beneath my hand.
“You’re fucking soaked.”
“It’s all for y-you,” she moans.
Holy. Fuck.
It makes me feral knowing that I’m the reason she’s dripping all over my fingers.
Noelle arches against me as I sink a finger inside her tight pussy, her warmth drawing me deeper. I run my tongue along the column of her neck, grazing my teeth along her collarbone.
“More. Please give me more,” she begs.
“I’ve got you, baby. Hold on tight like a good girl.”
She wraps her arms around my neck, threading her fingers through the hair at the nape of my neck.
I thrust a second finger inside, her strained cry colliding with the ragged tempo of our intermingled breaths. My cock is painfully hard, but it’s a reminder of the pleasure I’ve denied us both these last couple of days.
With my free hand, I slide along the neckline of Noelle’s dress and pull one of her bra cups down to reveal her breast. I run my finger along her nipple, the pink bud puckering at the slightest contact, before I lean down and run my teeth along it.
“Shep,” she cries out.
“Easy, Sunshine, keep that up and the whole honky-tonk will hear what I’m doing to you.”
The flush on her cheeks deepens and she lets out another needy sound when my thumb moves to her clit. I catch her mouth with mine, muffling the noise.
Her reaction to the thought of being overheard is hot as hell, but even her broken moans belong to me alone. Even if Casey’s probably blocking off the hallway to make sure we’re not interrupted, I’m not risking anyone else hearing a single note of her pleasure.
I grind against her, my boxers sticky with precum as I wind her tighter with every plunge of my fingers.
“Don’t stop. I need this. I needyou,” Noelle begs loudly.
“Not until you come for me.”
Wanting to give her the push over the edge she desperately wants, I apply pressure to her clit, sending her shattering around my hand. She lets out a strangled cry that I swallow with another kiss.
She’s stunning, closing her eyes as she surrenders to the fading waves of ecstasy. I’ve imagined her like this countless times, with my hand wrapped around my cock while I’m in the shower, but no fantasy compares to seeing it in person.
As she drifts down from her high, she goes slack in my grasp. I hold her up with one arm as I slowly pull my fingers from her. A sated smile crosses her face as she clings to me. I can’t help but smile back, her contentment contagious.
Her lips curve up when she shifts her gaze to the patch on the front of my jeans—evidence of my own release. Fuck, it’s like I’m a teenager again instead of a forty-five-year-old man who’s supposed to have discipline. Good thing I keep a spare change of clothes in my office for the rare times I meet a band manager or supplier in person and want to ditch my shirt and tie afterward.
“That’s so hot,” Noelle whispers.
“I’ve got no control around you,” I groan against her mouth.
“Does that mean we’re doing this again?” There’s a hint of excitement in her voice.
