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“Feel how much I want you, Elli?” he mutters, tearing his mouth from mine and biting my earlobe. “I want to slide inside you, deep and hard, feel you come around my cock. Wanna make you mine, sweet thing.”
His voice is low and demanding, turning my insides to mush. He claims my mouth in another searing, claiming kiss, sliding his hands down to squeeze my ass.
“Come to the wedding with me tomorrow,” he says, pulling back an inch to look down at me, his eyes glowing in the moonlight.
It takes a minute for my brain to catch up. “I-I can’t. I’m working.”
“On a Saturday?”
“I work a double shift on a Saturday. It’s changeover day and always extra busy when there’s a wedding. But… I could meet you for the evening reception. If you want?”
“Oh, I want, Elli,” he growls, leaning in to nip at my mouth.
“I-I should go,” I say reluctantly, resting my forehead against his.
Noah gives me one last, hard kiss that steals my breath before releasing me.
He watches as I unlock the car door and slide behind the wheel, his hands stuffed in his pockets, his hair messy from my hands. I bite my lip. He’s the most handsome man I’ve ever met, not to mention caring and sexy as hell. I give him a small wave as I drive away, my stomach swirling with anticipation at seeing him tomorrow.
Thankfully, my stepfather is asleep in his chair, and there’s no sign of my stepbrothers as I sneak into the house. One look at my flushed cheeks, tangled hair, and swollen lips, and they’d know exactly what I’ve been up to. Not that it’s something to be ashamed of—I’m a grown-ass woman, and I can kiss any man I want. Only I don’t want to kiss any man—I want Noah. And I want to do a whole lot more than kiss him. Not that I know how, but I’m sure I’d figure it out.
I close my bedroom door behind me and lean against it, running my fingers over my swollen lips. I can still taste Noah, his body pressing against mine, the hard length of his shaft rubbing my core. My body throbs with new and exciting sensations I want to explore with him.
I sneak to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth before pulling on my pajamas and sliding into bed. I shared my past with Noah tonight, and he didn’t balk or judge me. He accepts me as I am, which means more than anything. Apart from Mom and Harmony, I’ve never felt so close to anyone. It seems hard to believe I didn’t even know him this morning.
Eventually, I drift off to sleep with visions of our heated kisses playing on repeat.
I wake at 4.30 AM the following morning and grab a quick breakfast of toast and coffee before I head to the resort. My stepfather and brothers won’t rise much before noon. Pulling a double shift means they’ll have to cook for themselves, which, of course, they don’t, ordering in take-out instead. On my dime.
Meeting Noah has changed everything for me. It’s as if he’s woken me from a slumber, ripped the veil from my eyes, and allowed me to see the reality of my life.
Have you considered that your mom was asking you to look out for them rather than literally keeping a roof over their heads and catering to their every whim?
Noah’s words from last night come back to me. Is he right? Is it possible that’s what Mom meant? I know I tend to take everything literally. I struggle to interpret the subtleties of language. Have I allowed a promise to dictate the course of my life?
I head toward the first cabin on my schedule for the day and let myself in, getting to work stripping the bed and exchanging towels. I’m halfway through cleaning the kitchen when I suddenly realize I have nothing suitable to wear tonight. I’ve been so caught up in anticipation of spending more time with Noah that I haven’t even thought about the dress code.
“Shit!” I curse into the empty cabin, pressing my hands to my cheeks in frustration. I’ll have to cancel. There’s nothing else for it. I can’t go to a wedding reception looking like a sack of shit.
A knock at the door distracts me from my troubled thoughts, and I look up to see Simone standing in the doorway, carrying a bag.
“Simone?” I say, shocked to see her here.
“Big date with Noah tonight, huh?” She gives me her signature warm smile.
“I…How did you know?”
“Ah, you know, the walls have ears,” she says, waving a hand dismissively as she walks toward me. “I hope you don’t mind me asking, but I wondered if you had something to wear tonight?”
I gape at her. Has she somehow read my mind?
“Elli?” Simone prompts at my vacant expression, coming to stand in front of me.
“I… As a matter of fact, no, I don’t. The only dress I own is ten years old and the hem is fraying so there’s no way I can wear that to a wedding function plus I don’t want to embarrass Noah by turning up in a pile of rags but I don’t have the money or the time to go buy a new dr—"
Simone presses a finger to my mouth to silence me. “That’s what I thought.”
She unzips the bag she’s carrying, which I suddenly realize is a folded dress bag. I gasp as she removes a beautiful royal-blue off-the-shoulder gown with long gauzy sleeves studded with tiny sequins which catch the light. The dress nips in at the waist, and the skirt falls in drapes of silk with a weighted hem.
