I don’t stop until I’m fitted between her thighs.
“You know,” I say, slipping my hands into her hair. She arches toward me, giving me access to run my lips over her neck. “I know I just gave a big speech about how you’re more than just a piece of ass, and I meant every word of that, but I’m going to fuck you on this bar now, Odette.”
I feel her swallow, then replace my lips with my hand, squeezing her throat gently as I look down into her eyes.
“Is that okay with you?”
She nods. “Yes, please.”
I laugh at her politeness, especially when the last thing I want to be is polite.
I want to rip these shorts down her legs and bury my cock inside her until she screams my name.
But first I want to taste her. I might have just had her last night, but I already want more.
I’ll always want more.
I release her throat, then drop my hands to flick open the button on her shorts. She lifts, letting me pull them and her panties away.
I follow the garments to the floor, dropping to my knees before her as I yank her to the edge of the countertop.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know we shouldn’t be doing this right here. It’s not technically closing time yet. Anyone could pull up at any moment. But I don’t care about that or the security footage I’m certainly going to have to erase later. I’m too focused on the way Odette’s watching me with anticipation.
“I might be here a while. Is that what you want?”
She nods, her chest already heaving, and I haven’t even touched her pussy yet.
“Say it. I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you say you want to come all over my tongue.”
“Lick me, Noah. Lick me until we’re both sweaty and messy and completely a wreck.”
“Oh, Odette.” I grin up at her. “I’m already a wreck for you.”
Chapter Twenty
Odette
I want to believe that this is wrong. That I shouldn’t be letting Noah eat me out on top of the bar where we’re out in the open.
But I can’t find it in me to believe that. Not when his tongue feels so damn good sliding over me.
“Noah,” I moan.
He grins against me, and I slide my fingers through his silky hair that I love so much. It’s getting long and he’s definitely due for a cut, but I almost don’t want him to. I like holding on to him, especially during times like these.
He drags his tongue over me, tasting every inch before sucking on my clit, and I should be embarrassed by the sounds that leave me, but I’m not. I’m so damn close to having the best orgasm of my life, and that’s saying something considering all the ones I’ve had lately.
Noah eats at me, and I roll my hips against his face, practically fucking myself on his tongue.
He lets me, enjoying it just as much as I am, if the sounds of his belt clicking undone are any indication.
I wish I could see him stroking himself, but I’ll have to settle for the sounds.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he says against me. “I could spend all day here.”
I wouldn’t complain.
He laughs. “I bet you wouldn’t.”
