“Just say ‘yes.’” His thumb circled her bundle of nerves, fiddling with its hood. For the past week, he’d pleasured her so often he could see the signs of impending orgasm. In the shower today even, he’d sucked on it to exquisite sensitivity. Her body was primed to receive him; she was the one who had to submit this time. “Say ‘yes.’”
“Damn. Yes. Yes. Noah—”
He drove forward, right hand kneading her clit, and the first orgasm crashed over her. Noah released her arms and fastened his mouth to her left nipple. A kiss would have been a good choice, but his inner caveman needed to hear the wild song of her need. This woman was his, and every time he imprinted himself inside of her, he owned her a little bit more.
Each trill and moan was music to his ears. He accelerated, giving her powerful deep strokes that passed her g-spot and tapped her cervix.
Erin sprang forward, fingernails scratching his back, and screamed at the top of her lungs—feral and out of her mind.
His caveman roared back and devoured her open mouth. He withdrew completely and drove back into her, letting the last spasm of her orgasm push him over the edge. Noah had no clue how long he came, only that his orgasm went on and on.
Eventually, reality righted itself. Erin was limp under him, spent.
She recovered first. “I’m gonna need your address, secret boyfriend.”
“I knew you could be reasoned with.”
They got up, and Noah dressed. Erin put on a T-shirt and panties, following him to the kitchen where he checked the food.
“I think it’s ready.” He turned the oven and crockpot down to warm.
“Don’t you want some?”
“It’s your Not-Thanksgiving. I’m not part of it.” Noah said. Why was he suddenly melancholy? She was coming to his house tonight for the first time, and she’d agreed to be his girlfriend.
Erin pursed her lips. “Tough luck, you made this turkey, so you’re gonna have to take some. Besides, I might get hungry later.”
And that was how Noah found himself outside the rowhouse with far too much food for one person and several hours to kill.
MetroGen loomed in the distance. Noah knew his next stop.
Chapter 36
“Maybe we should stop having holiday parties,” Erin whispered in a low voice to Vanessa four hours later. “Cancel Halloween too.”
Vanessa spoke without moving her lips. “It can’t be worse than last Christmas.”
Erin had her doubts about that since half the attendees were miserable. Kwon was the sole happy addition. Luna was going stir crazy from her new day job in Admit and was filling her time by hitting social media. It was astonishing how obnoxious a one-armed photographer could be. Things were not all roses with Elias either; she kept dodging him as he hovered around her. Drew and Theo had stony expressions, implying the invitation to move in had not been well received.
The worst was Aiden and Soto. Whatever therapy Aiden was undergoing had not healed their rift. Aiden was pissed, and Soto was deliberately ignoring him. It was practically a divorced set of parents stare-down from opposite ends of the table.
Pluses, the turkey was a hit. Everyone loved it, including Drew who declared it worthy. Erin had better remember all of Noah’s instructions for next year, provided her team didn’t kill each other now, thus making holiday parties a non-issue.
Too bad she couldn’t give credit where credit was due. She bet if she had brought the Chief, the room would have exploded right there.
After Noah left, Erin had spent another hour primping her hair and make-up. There would only be a first time at his place, and she had to spend time getting her hair back into something manageable. For once, she’d even prepared an overnight bag since she would be back on shift on Sunday. If everything went well, she wasn’t going to waste her time stopping at home.
With the effort she’d put into resisting him, this morning had decided her. When she saw him talking to Angela, however innocent, she knew couldn’t pretend it was casual. They had never been casual, and she jumped on the chance to end the pretense. Or she let him jump her.
Now all she had to do was get out of here without bloodshed. ‘Han’s’ text with his address was burning a hole through her new phone.
“Dessert and drinks. Let’s skip the pies with whipped cream so no one throws one,” Erin said.
“Luna might dump one on Elias. He’s been talking about protecting her and keeping her safe.” Vanessa loaded up a tray with empty wine glasses.
“No pie for her then. Aiden is sitting too far away to hit Soto,”” Erin said, since Soto was grating on her more than ever. Likely because she spent time with Noah who clearly cared for everyone under his command.
“White wine and two pies,” Vanessa decided. Things weren’t better when they returned to the dining room. If Aiden could have flayed Soto with his eyes, he would have. Soto acted like he’d watchedthe Godfathertoo many times, presiding over his favored son.
