Rock the Heart
Page 33
I sigh as we step on the dock. This place holds so many great memories, not only of Noel and I, but days spent with my father, too.
Noel sits our stuff down and wraps his arms around me. I lean into him, glad to feel his warmth and comfort around me. The spicy cologne on his chest is delicious and a welcome distraction to the emotion going on in my brain.
He pulls back and gives me a quick peck. “Ready to do this?”
I raise an eyebrow. “Only if you are ready to have your ass handed to you by a girl.”
He chuckles and gives me another quick kiss before going to work baiting our hooks with fake worms. We spend the rest of the afternoon on the dock talking and fishing. I’ve missed this—being with Noel.
Close to three o’clock we pack everything up so we can get cleaned up before dinner. Noel takes my hand into his as we walk back to the house, and he grins as I thread my fingers through his.
When we make it to the top of the hill, I notice Mom setting up the back patio for dinner.
“Anything we can help you with?” Noel asks.
Mom smiles as she takes in the sight of our hands locked together. “Nope. I actually have everything under control. I did forget dessert though, so I’m going to run over to the market and pick up an apple pie and maybe some wine. The steaks are marinating and we’ll throw them on the grill when I come back.”
Noel nods and takes the fishing gear back to the garage for us.
“Okay, then. I’m going to take a quick shower and get ready,” I tell her as I follow her into the house.
After a quick shower, I go into my room and throw on a tank top and shorts before going to work on my wet hair. The door to my room flies open, and I gasp. Noel struts in wearing a towel. My jaw hangs a little as I take in the sight of his bare chest and tattooed arms. If it wasn’t for my self imposed kissing only rules, I’d be all over him.
He smirks at my expression. “Don’t worry. I’m only coming in to get some clothes. We put my bag in here last night before we made a bed on the couch for me, remember?”
I swallow hard, still unable to look away from his body. He notices me staring, and his smile turns wickedly sexy. Noel starts toward me like a tiger stalking prey with slow and deliberate movements. The sight of his approach causes my stomach to knot.
Quickly, I sit on my bed, hoping that will stop him for coming any closer. I don’t know how much longer I can keep telling him no and actually mean it.
Noel sits down beside me and twists around, holding his towel in place with one hand, to look into my eyes. “What do you say, Lane. We have the house all to ourselves. We’re in your old room. It’ll be just like old times.”
“Noel…” I warn.
He ignores me and cups my face, leans in and kisses me. There’s purpose behind this kiss. It’s soft, yet rough enough to mean business.
I close my eyes, and my fingers find their way into the hair on the nape of his neck. Noel pushes me down on the bed and kisses a trail down my neck. The scruff on his chin scratches against my skin. He pulls the strap of my tank top down and kisses my collar bone. A ripple of pure pleasure jets clear down into my toes. I grab his face in my hands and pull his mouth back to mine. This kiss feels desperate, like we need each other more than air. I want to be closer to him. I can’t get enough.
“Fuck the kissing only rule, Lane. I need you. Be with me, please.”
I close my eyes as I melt from his pleading words.
Noel helps me out of my shirt and then slides his large hands down the length of my torso. He sits back on his heels in the bed and reaches for the button on my shorts. My body writhes against the bed, begging for him to undress me.
He pops the button open and unzips my jean shorts. Noel bends at the waist and kisses the hollow of my throat. A moan escapes me as he works his way down to my breasts. His index finger runs along the lace at the top of the cup of my bra.
“These are so nice,” he says as he peels back my bra. My nipples stand erect from the chill and he smiles. “So nice.” He wraps his lips around one and sucks.
I arch my back. His mouth on me feels amazing. “Noel…”
“Tell me,” he murmurs against my nipple. “Tell me how much you want me—only me.”
He slides his hand down my stomach and shoves my shorts down around my thighs. His tongue swirls around my pink nipple and I shiver. “God…Noel!”
“Say it,” he commands—his breath hot against my skin.
“I want you, Noel. I need you.” I should feel self-conscious about saying that, but I don’t care because it’s the truth.
“Yes, baby. Only me,” he growls against my skin and shoves his hand down inside my panties.
“Only you, Noel,” I cry. “Oh, God.”
“Damn, you are so wet,” he whispers. “I want to bury myself in you so deep.”
Noel’s fingers slide against my wet flesh, before he dips a finger inside of me. I moan and arch against the palm of his hand. He works his finger in and out a few times before slipping in another. His steady motion makes me pant. If I wasn’t in desperate need for him I would be embarrassed by my loud breathing, but at this point, I don’t care. I want him so much.
He pulls out and flicks my clit, and I nearly explode on the spot.
I sit up and reach for the towel. It falls from around his waist and onto the bed. He is ready for me, hard and standing at attention. I grab the base of him and stroke. The memory of him inside me long ago, floods me. I lick my lips and stretch forward and take the tip of him in my mouth. Noel sucks in a quick breath through his teeth, and the sound make my insides quiver with need.
Noel sits our stuff down and wraps his arms around me. I lean into him, glad to feel his warmth and comfort around me. The spicy cologne on his chest is delicious and a welcome distraction to the emotion going on in my brain.
He pulls back and gives me a quick peck. “Ready to do this?”
I raise an eyebrow. “Only if you are ready to have your ass handed to you by a girl.”
He chuckles and gives me another quick kiss before going to work baiting our hooks with fake worms. We spend the rest of the afternoon on the dock talking and fishing. I’ve missed this—being with Noel.
Close to three o’clock we pack everything up so we can get cleaned up before dinner. Noel takes my hand into his as we walk back to the house, and he grins as I thread my fingers through his.
When we make it to the top of the hill, I notice Mom setting up the back patio for dinner.
“Anything we can help you with?” Noel asks.
Mom smiles as she takes in the sight of our hands locked together. “Nope. I actually have everything under control. I did forget dessert though, so I’m going to run over to the market and pick up an apple pie and maybe some wine. The steaks are marinating and we’ll throw them on the grill when I come back.”
Noel nods and takes the fishing gear back to the garage for us.
“Okay, then. I’m going to take a quick shower and get ready,” I tell her as I follow her into the house.
After a quick shower, I go into my room and throw on a tank top and shorts before going to work on my wet hair. The door to my room flies open, and I gasp. Noel struts in wearing a towel. My jaw hangs a little as I take in the sight of his bare chest and tattooed arms. If it wasn’t for my self imposed kissing only rules, I’d be all over him.
He smirks at my expression. “Don’t worry. I’m only coming in to get some clothes. We put my bag in here last night before we made a bed on the couch for me, remember?”
I swallow hard, still unable to look away from his body. He notices me staring, and his smile turns wickedly sexy. Noel starts toward me like a tiger stalking prey with slow and deliberate movements. The sight of his approach causes my stomach to knot.
Quickly, I sit on my bed, hoping that will stop him for coming any closer. I don’t know how much longer I can keep telling him no and actually mean it.
Noel sits down beside me and twists around, holding his towel in place with one hand, to look into my eyes. “What do you say, Lane. We have the house all to ourselves. We’re in your old room. It’ll be just like old times.”
“Noel…” I warn.
He ignores me and cups my face, leans in and kisses me. There’s purpose behind this kiss. It’s soft, yet rough enough to mean business.
I close my eyes, and my fingers find their way into the hair on the nape of his neck. Noel pushes me down on the bed and kisses a trail down my neck. The scruff on his chin scratches against my skin. He pulls the strap of my tank top down and kisses my collar bone. A ripple of pure pleasure jets clear down into my toes. I grab his face in my hands and pull his mouth back to mine. This kiss feels desperate, like we need each other more than air. I want to be closer to him. I can’t get enough.
“Fuck the kissing only rule, Lane. I need you. Be with me, please.”
I close my eyes as I melt from his pleading words.
Noel helps me out of my shirt and then slides his large hands down the length of my torso. He sits back on his heels in the bed and reaches for the button on my shorts. My body writhes against the bed, begging for him to undress me.
He pops the button open and unzips my jean shorts. Noel bends at the waist and kisses the hollow of my throat. A moan escapes me as he works his way down to my breasts. His index finger runs along the lace at the top of the cup of my bra.
“These are so nice,” he says as he peels back my bra. My nipples stand erect from the chill and he smiles. “So nice.” He wraps his lips around one and sucks.
I arch my back. His mouth on me feels amazing. “Noel…”
“Tell me,” he murmurs against my nipple. “Tell me how much you want me—only me.”
He slides his hand down my stomach and shoves my shorts down around my thighs. His tongue swirls around my pink nipple and I shiver. “God…Noel!”
“Say it,” he commands—his breath hot against my skin.
“I want you, Noel. I need you.” I should feel self-conscious about saying that, but I don’t care because it’s the truth.
“Yes, baby. Only me,” he growls against my skin and shoves his hand down inside my panties.
“Only you, Noel,” I cry. “Oh, God.”
“Damn, you are so wet,” he whispers. “I want to bury myself in you so deep.”
Noel’s fingers slide against my wet flesh, before he dips a finger inside of me. I moan and arch against the palm of his hand. He works his finger in and out a few times before slipping in another. His steady motion makes me pant. If I wasn’t in desperate need for him I would be embarrassed by my loud breathing, but at this point, I don’t care. I want him so much.
He pulls out and flicks my clit, and I nearly explode on the spot.
I sit up and reach for the towel. It falls from around his waist and onto the bed. He is ready for me, hard and standing at attention. I grab the base of him and stroke. The memory of him inside me long ago, floods me. I lick my lips and stretch forward and take the tip of him in my mouth. Noel sucks in a quick breath through his teeth, and the sound make my insides quiver with need.
