For the first time since the crack of the gunshot echoed across Moccasin Lake, my mind goes completely dark, and I fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Finally.
35
NOAH
Fuck.What is this?
For the first few moments, my brain struggles to process the soft give of the mattress and the heavy, faded quilt draped over my legs. There are no concrete walls. There is no blaring siren or the sharp, horrific clang of cell doors sliding open.
There’s just the quiet hum of the central air and the warm, soft weight of Rue tangled against my side.
Right. We’re in this bed. In some guy’s house. On the run.
Still, I don’t know why sleep always resets me back to prison.
Some light is trying its hardest to bleed through the cheap plastic blinds, casting pale, golden stripes across the messy sheets. Rue shifts against me, her breathing hitching slightly as she wakes. She blinks her pretty eyes open, looking up at me with a softness that makes my chest physically ache.
All I want isher.
I reach out with my good arm, trailing my knuckles down the soft curve of her jaw, brushing a tangled strand of blonde hair from her face. She leans into my touch, a soft, sleepy sigh parting her lips.
“Morning,” I murmur, my voice rough with sleep.
Her eyes darken with that familiar, desperate pull, and she completely closes the distance between us.
Her lips crash into mine, and I let myself melt into the taste of her, my hands going for her waistband. I tug the pajama pants down, taking her underwear with it. She lifts her hips to help me, and I flip the covers back, then toss the clothes to the floor.
“Noah,” she murmurs, as my kisses trail away from her jaw.
Her fingertips thread through my hair, as I kiss my way down to the collar of her T-shirt. Quickly, I pull it over her head, her breasts now on full display.
Fuck, all I want to do is worship her.
I lean away, my eyes drinking her in. “You’re so goddamn beautiful, Rue.” Every fucking curve, every blemish, every bruise—it’s allher.And nothing is more intoxicating than her.
Her pretty eyes hold mine as I lower again, placing a kiss on each of her breasts. I’d like to stay there and kiss them, but the sweet scent of her pussy is too enticing. I make my way downward, pausing to kiss her hips and then her lower abdomen.
Finally, I kiss her clit. And my cock goes rigid.
I run my tongue through her slit, then, lapping up every drop that she’ll give me. She tastes unmistakably like herself, and I could spend all day right here between her legs. The ache in my shoulder dies to my arousal, and I press her thighs further apart, spreading her open for me.
My lips curl around her clit, and I suck gently, and two of my fingers slip into her pussy, curling upward.
“Noah,” she pants, her hips bucking against me. She grinds then, as slide my tongue against her, gyrating. “Ohfuck.” Her pitch increases, her leg muscles tightening around my head.
But I don’t fucking stop. She’s so addictive.
“Soak my face, baby,” I groan into her. “Come on.”
She lets out a cry, her back arching as I pick up my speed. Rue’s legs begin to tremble, and her fingers keep moving in rhythm with my mouth. My cock throbs as I feel the buildup.
And then release.
“There it is,” I breathe into her, lifting my eyes just enough to see her sweet face contort with pleasure. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me.
But the woman who framed me is the hottest one I’ve ever seen.
