“Damn, it’s hard to be patient,” he murmured against my ear, letting the weight of his hips sink a little deeper against me.
He unbuttoned my white shirt, parting the front until it hung wide open.
A smile curved my lips. “You’ve seen me.” My fingers skimmed up the back of his neck, threading into his hair.
His body tensed against mine. “No, I haven’t.”
I let out a quiet chuckle, heat flashing through me. He had. In that tent, half-dressed.
But Noah drowned my thoughts with his mouth as his fingers skimmed over my cleavage. “Okay, I saw, Blue, but I haven’t seen you like this,” he whispered and reached behind me, flicked the clasp of my bra, and let the fabric slide away until the air licked over my whole chest.
He gave my skin slow, lazy strokes. A brush of knuckles over ribs, tracing the curve of my waist and making me shiver even though the summer air was warm.
Noah might’ve been a self-confessed peaceful rancher, but here, on this land, beneath the Montana sky, his touch was like a god’s touch.
His gaze wandered over me. Heat roared through me as hishands roamed, exploring, before his mouth followed, pressing kisses down my collarbone and across my stomach, obsessing over me like he had waited a lifetime.
I yanked at his belt, popping the buckle free and dragging his jeans down enough to breathe him in. He smelled like leather, heat, testosterone, and something that was just Noah. Being out here instead of in a bed felt right. Whatever wild thing lived in us, it belonged to this bare earth.
He pulled back, dodging me with infuriating ease. “Gosh, you really are a storm.”
I growled in frustration, trying again, only for him to shift just out of reach.
“You gave me a taste, Noah!” I snapped. I could still feel the memory of him and how right he felt between my lips. Hard, slick, the rain coming down around us.
“And you can’t get over it?”
“No. I want it back.”
Before he could move again, I flipped us, pressing him down against the ground. I straddled his hips, my knees planted on either side.
His restraint held, but I wasn’t built for patience.
I pressed my mouth to him, teasing, tasting, and dragging my lips over the thick ridge that strained beneath his boxers. His breath hitched, his abs tightening beneath my fingers.
I wanted him undone.
I wanted him to scream for me.
Now naked and defenceless against my ravaging mouth, he held on as long as he could, his control a razor-thin edge. I felt it in the way his muscles tensed and the way his fingers gripped my hips. But then his breath hitched, his abs tightening beneath my touch, and he pulled me away with a ragged groan.
“Shh…Baby Blue, it’s my turn now.”
I lifted my head, licking my lips and savoring the taste of him. “I haven’t had enough.”
“You want to make me come?” His voice was all gravel, rough and hopeless.
I ran my hands up his taut stomach, feeling the tremor in his body. “Yes.”
“You want it in your mouth?”
“Yes.”
His head tipped back against the ground. When he looked at me again, his expression was pure surrender. “I’m here to please you, baby. Whatever you want.”
And I wanted.
I took him in my mouth again, deeper, greedier. I loved the way he came apart for me, the way his strong hands threaded into my hair but never forced, just held, like he needed something to cling to. Curses slipped past his lips, his entire body coiling tighter beneath me.
