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Chapter Two
Noah
It’s safe to say I’ve never met anyone like Elli Dancer. It’s also safe to say I’ve never experienced such an immediate visceral reaction to a woman.
I heard her before I saw her, singing at the top of her lungs as I approached the cabin I’ve rented for the next two weeks. Despite shouting several times to get her attention, I couldn’t make her hear me. She was absorbed in her music as she flung herself around the living area, completely uninhibited as she danced. I found myself glued to the spot, gaping at her beauty. The seductive sway of her hips. The succulent wobble of her tits as they threatened to bounce right out of her tank top.
The excruciating pain of her foot connecting with my junk.
Even if she hadn’t brought me to my knees with a roundhouse to the nuts, her beauty would’ve had the same effect. Up close, she’s even more stunning. Oval face, gorgeous hazel-green eyes, high cheekbones, and full lips. Lithe, toned body with a nipped-in waist and curvy hips made for a man’s hands—for my hands.
And now she’s kissing me. It’s obvious she’s not an experienced kisser, but somehow, the knowledge has the blood roaring faster through my veins.
I should be taking a step away, putting more distance between us.
I should be listening to the voice in my head telling me that we’ve known each other for all of twelve minutes.
I certainly shouldn’t be running my tongue over her bottom lip so she opens up for me with a moan.
I shouldn’t be grabbing those curvy hips and tugging her closer while I lick inside her mouth to taste her sweetness.
And I sure as hell shouldn’t be thinking about bending her over the sofa with her chestnut hair fisted in my hand while I slide into her tight heat from behind.
Every cell in my body is attuned to her. I gather her closer, kiss her deeper, gliding my tongue along hers. She whimpers into my mouth, her hands bunched in my shirt at my chest.
And then she’s gone, backing away from me with shocked eyes and her hands covering her mouth. “I’m so sorry! I don’t know what came over me. I promise you I don’t go around kissing random strangers.” A 0.2-second pause. “Or any strangers, for that matter. I mean, I’ve kissed men before, well, one man actually, and that was only once because I nearly passed out from his overwhelming halitosis. That’s bad breath, in case you didn’t know, although you’re an intelligent man, so I’m sure you do. I don’t think the guy flossed a day in his life, and mouthwash wouldn’t have gone amiss, maybe even a breath mint. Your breath doesn’t smell, by the way. You taste amazing. I liked kissing you a lot more than Kermit.”
I try to keep up. “Kermit?”
Elli nods enthusiastically. “Yeah, that was his name. His mom was a huge fan of The Muppets.”
I shake my head. “Let me guess. He had a sister called Miss Piggy.”
Elli’s eyes widen. “Yes! How did you know?”
My mouth opens and closes as I stare at her, at a loss for words for the first time in my life. Then, her face crumbles into a grin, and she bursts out laughing. After a few seconds, I find myself laughing with her—really laughing, for the first time in a long time.
Shit, when did my life get so fucking serious and stuffy? Fifteen minutes in this woman’s company and she has me feeling like a teenager again. Admittedly, a horny teenager with a cock hard enough to smash a hole through the heavy wooden log walls of the cabin.
“Oh, God, I kissed a man and I don’t even know his name,” Elli mutters to herself, sobering instantly.
“My name’s Noah. And I kissed you back,” I tell her softly.
Her eyes pop up to mine and her face lights up as she smiles. “Noah,” she says, rolling my name over her tongue. I can think of other things I’d like her to roll over that sweet tongue. She thrusts her hand toward me. “Nice to meet you.”
I enclose her smaller hand in mine and a zing of electricity arcs up my arm and down my spine, tightening my balls and making them ache in an entirely different way.
Elli shivers, and goosebumps break out on her upper arms before she pulls her hand from mine. “So, um, what brings you to Mountain Ridge Resort?” she asks in a high-pitched voice.
“A wedding.”
Her eyes widen and she groans. “You’re getting married? Oh, flaming tacos, this day keeps getting worse. I kissed an engaged man and, oh, lord, I hope I haven’t inflicted lasting damage to your—”
“I’m not the one getting married,” I cut across her before she launches into another monologue. “It’s the son of my parent’s best friends. Mom recently had a hip replacement, so she and Dad couldn’t make it. I offered to come to represent the family. Plus, I needed the break. Work has been… hectic.”
“What do you do?”
“I used to be a professional ice hockey player, but I had to retire early due to a back injury. Now, I’m a sports agent. I negotiate employment and endorsement contracts for athletes. It’s stressful, at times.”
