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“You go down there and kick some ass, Miss Rhodes,” I said, shifting to hug her as she stood from her seat. I was fairly convinced there’d never been a family quite as welcoming as the Rhodes. One season up here, and they took me in like one of their own.

“Don’t let him give you too much trouble,” she said, smirking like she knew more than she ought to as her gaze flicked to Jameson. He promptly collared her, ruffling her pretty, long brown hair before tucking her against him for a tight hug. “You taking off, too?”

“Yeah, I’ll get Skittles home and settled before we head out on the water.”

“Sure you will,” Broderick grumbled, kicking back in his chair with his fingers laced behind his head in a rare sign of cockiness. But it was to Jameson that my focus returned. Eyes dark with promise, he held out a hand. I couldn’t accept it fast enough.

TWENTY-THREE

JAMESON

The front door smacked loudly against the hallway, but I couldn’t bring myself to give a shit. My hands were too preoccupied stripping the jacket off Noel’s lean frame, lips colliding with the desperation of an unwanted goodbye.This woman.

I was no stranger to lust, no stranger to desire, but this was…different. Electric. Like she was a physical need as her hands dipped below my shirt. Noel bit into my bottom lip as I slammed the door closed, giggling when I groaned.

“These fucking flannels,” she muttered, fumbling with the buttons. I laughed, bowing my head against hers as her shaky fingers worked to unhook each tiny piece. Her words reminded me of that first day in the coffee shop. “Always knew I hated these for a good reason.”

Her breathy laugh was a balm to my chest I certainly hadn’t known I fucking needed. Not heeding her yelp of frustration as I slid my palms up her side, I tossed her shirt to the ground, moving for her jeans as she returned to her efforts.

Milo expected me on the dock in thirty minutes, and over my dead body would we not use every single one of them. I was just shimmying denim over that perfect, tight little ass when she finally freed the last button, yanking the sleeves off before diving under the t-shirt beneath it. Up and over my head, the fabric joined the collection in the entryway, shortly followed by both our pants somewhere in the living room. Noel laughed as I fought off her skinny jeans and she clung to my shoulders for balance.

“No more of these,” I growled. “Fast clothes, only.”

“Deal,” she breathed back.

“C’mere,” I ordered as I scooped her up, wrapping her legs around my waist. She dug her fingers into my hair, locking our mouths together as I carried her further into the house, hands roaming her sinful body as her legs tightened on my hips.

“Dresses, skirts, yoga pants.”

“What?” I scoffed, chuckling against her lips.

“Fast clothes.Fuckableclothes. No panties.”

“Hell, baby, tell me about ‘em later.” She giggled as I sucked her lower lip between mine. When I peeled apart, I muttered, “Need you on my bed this time.”

“Yes, sir,” she agreed, moving back in to devour me as fiercely as I needed to take her.

I’d had good sex. Loads of it, actually. Curvy girls, athletic girls, kinky girls, missionary girls. Nobody—and I meannobody—had ever lit my body up like this spitfire siren. Hearing those two little words leave her precious lips pulled on every animal instinct buried inside my body. Hands roaming, mouths memorizing each other, we clumsily reached my bedroom. I laid her out and reached for the nightstand in the same motion, finding a condom without abandoning her lips.

Noel dropping her legs from my hips and spreading them wide so I could sheath myself in her drenched, hot center, was a kind of nirvana I’d never known existed. If I had, I would have gone hunting for it so much sooner.

“Fuck,” she breathed, dropping her head against the bed as her eyes slid closed. “Fuck, you feel so good. Too good.Ridiculouslygood.” If she could still talk this much, I clearly wasn’t doing agood enoughjob yet.

Smirking as I slowly pulled out and rocked back in against her, I said, “Still love it when you swear.”

Laughing, Noel barked, “That’swhat you’re thinking about?!”

“Among other things.”

I stole her breath then, snapping my hips forward to hit that spot in the back that had her coming undone in seconds. “What kind…of other things?” She panted as her hands clawed against my bare back.

Shaking my head in amusement, I demanded, “C’mere, baby.” Eyes heavy with lust, she handed me her wrists so I could pull her upright. A little whimper escaped her as our bodies slipped apart, replaced with a gasp as I flipped her onto all fours. Grabbing two perfect palmfuls of her ass, I groaned. She was pale and perky, that mouthwatering body arching against me as I slid my cock back into her.

“Oh, god,” she breathed as I seated myself fully. Arms sliding out ahead of her, Noel stretched out, lengthening the lines of her gorgeous torso, arching her ass up towards me.

“I wasthinkingthat you’re perfect…and so fucking precious that I can’t believe you let me touch you like this.” I slid my hands across her smooth hips, not sure what to hang onto, enamored with every inch of speckled, ivory skin. Desire ratcheted up with every thrust, every touch. “That you take my cocksofucking well,” I said, slamming home to emphasize my point as she gasped for air. “That I want to devour every inch of you,”thrust, “and no matter how many of your nights I get to steal, it won’t be enough.”Thrust.

“Jameson,” she breathed, the heady sound of my name enough to threaten my composure. Clenching my teeth, I increased my intensity, relishing the little cries of pleasure each thrust pulled from her. “Jameson,” she chanted again.

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