“I’m so sorry.” Noah folded their hands in their lap. Not as an act of distance, but to give me their full attention. “Losing someone is never easy.”
“No, it’s not.” I swallowed. “But it’s been five years.”
“How long were you married?” They asked.
“A little over fourteen.” I breathed. It’s the first time I’d heard it in a while.
Noah hummed. They reached over and gently squeezed my hand.
They didn’t say anything after that. Not about Parker. Noah switched the conversation smoothly to my calligraphy and shifted my attention from there to the hockey game as our food arrived.
It wasn’t until we were laughing about a joke Noah made about men’s sports that I noticed our hands barely separated.
I finished off my second drink and glanced at their long fingers running over my knuckles. A few rings sat across their fingers, one close to a wedding band shape, while others were worn down silver.
“Does your partner know you spend your evenings at Sideline?” I asked.
Noah lifted their glass to their lips as the question sat in the air.
I just told them about my dead husband. Unless they were currently cheating on a spouse and a house full of children, by flirting with me, I hoped there wasn’t bad blood in the way my thoughts had been worded.
“No partner. No kids. Just a cat and a very cold bed.” They replied as if reading my thoughts.
“You should invest in a heated blanket.” I pushed my food around and chewed on my bottom lip when Noah tilted their head. “I, um, I might have one in my car. If you want to borrow it for the night.”
I should put my game on the side of a milk carton. Have one kid and it all goes down the drain.
“A heated blanket?” Noah raised a brow.
I glanced between their cool blue eyes and took a long sip of my drink.
“Yes.”
CHAPTER 08
I lost my cardigan before I dragged Noah by the jacket into the back seat of my car. Their lips stuck close to my neck the entire way down to theback seat, hands searching my body much more enthusiastically than they had hours prior.
Noah broke our kiss and tore off their jacket. Glancing around the parking lot through my tinted windows, they followed behind with their shirt.
Unlike me, who changed completely from the outfit I wore in the boudoir shoot, Noah still wore the tight black cropped top that hung to their flat chest. Their toned abdomen and broad shoulders were on display, every muscle working as they balanced their hands on their side of my head.
“Is this okay?” Noah whispered.
One of their hands dropped to my thigh as I lifted my leg to wrap over their hip. It slid down my leg, under my skirt, as their hips pressed down into mine.
“Yes.” I pushed up and rubbed a hand over their clavicle. “Push me.”
A glimmer of excitement rushed through Noah’s eyes.
The second their mouth found mine, the slow and tenderness that once appeared was nowhere to be seen.
Noah made quick work of my skirt. They shoved it up above my hips and pulled my panties aside.
There wasn’t time to second guess it. No hesitation to worry where it would lead. One minute Noah’s tongue was fighting for dominance against mine, and the next, they were lapping at my clit.
“No-Noah.” I threaded my fingers through their hair.
I watched Noah bend awkwardly on the seat for a better angle. Their head bobbed between my thick thighs, scooping through my sopping pussy with two fingers.
