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“Perfect timing,” she says, walking out of the ladies’ room a few moments later. I notice she took off her red lipstick. A damn shame. I’d have liked to kissed it off again later tonight. In its place is some kind of light gloss, and I’m about ready to say fuck it as the need to taste her lips hits me again.
“I’ll say. Everything alright your way?” Her dress doesn’t do much to conceal what I do to her, which also means other men in her vicinity can as well. A double-edged fucking sword. I lick my lips with Noelle watching. Her nipples tighten even more. I’m about to back her into the wall when Alejandro comes out of the men’s room. He’d be a fool not to see Noelle standing in front of me, my hand resting on her hip, her hand on my chest.
“Noelle.” He leers at her like a predator after its prey. My anger is ready to take this guy on, and it would if it weren’t for the beautiful woman in front of me.
“Alejandro.” Noelle glances at him, then immediately locks her eyes on mine. My lip tips upwards, and I see her whole demeanor change. The whole point of us being here is for us to erase the evidence of me kissing her near the dance floor.
“I’m taking your mouth, sweetheart. No way I can’t,” I mutter so only she can hear me.
“Please.” That’s all it takes. My hands tighten on her hips, squeezing once before sliding to her bare skin. This time, I’m not stopping. The only thing I’m waiting for is Alejandro getting his piece-of-shit self out of the way. I’ll be damned if I make Noelle come with him looking. He doesn’t deserve it, and I don’t fucking share. When my tongue slides along the seam of her lips, she opens, and I dive in headfirst, ready to give her everything. Noelle chases my tongue with her own, moving closer, hand gripping my shirt in a fist, and I know we’re going to need to find any empty room stat. I want to watch her fall apart so I can put her back together over and fucking over again. My eyes open. It’s going to be the restroom. Hopefully, it’s empty, and if it isn’t, well, they had better leave.
“We’re moving.” I pull away for a moment. A mewl escapes her. The slight nod of her head is all the answer I need. My mouth goes back to hers while I walk her backwards, Noelle’s back opening the door along with my hand, and we hit the jackpot. There isn’t a soul inside. My hand moves to the lock behind me, locking us inside until we’re done and ready to go back out to the party.
Chapter 9
Noelle
This is crazy stupid.
Easton carrying me into the bathroom when we should be sitting down at the table with my family and their closest friends.
But ask me if I care.
Honestly, I don’t. This is a thousand times better. No, that’s not right. It’s a million times better. My tongue works in tandem with Easton’s, but make no mistake, he’s dominating our kiss. I’m just following his lead. I’ve never loved it more—a man who knows how to take care of a woman, to listen how her body works, doesn’t rush, and will undoubtedly take care of me in all the right ways. Each step he takes hikes the skirt of my dress up further, and in his big palms are covering each bared inch of skin until he’s cupping the cheeks of my ass.
“Easton,” I moan when I feel the cold sink against my naked flesh. My eyes open, and I realize that he’s walked us into the bathroom, set me on the countertop, and I’ve been completely unaware this entire time. The only thing I was focused on was our kiss. He has me completely enraptured with nothing except him and the way his heavy cock feels pressed between my spread thighs.
“Fuck yeah. You ready for me to make you come, sweetheart?” His hands slide to the strings on the side of my hips, and I lift up in order to help him. God, this man is fucking perfect with his chiseled jaw, lips wet from our kiss, eyes hooded with desire.
“Please,” I beg. My hips are already rocking, though I’m missing the feeling of his hard length. And I want my fingers wrapped around his dick. I want to feel him everywhere—in my hand, in my mouth, and definitely inside me. My hands slide down from behind his neck, feeling his firm chest, and when they reach his abdomen, Easton pulls my thong off my body. Which also means I lose my hold on him. Sucks for me, kind of, but not really when I think about how he’s taking my thong off yet keeping my high heels on. You have to love a man who can multitask.
