Instead, I reply, “It can be our little secret.”
Oops.
That’s the only encouragement he needs. Noah closes the distance between us without another second of hesitation. His lips are soft and smooth.
The first kiss is a little crooked, a little clumsy in the dark, but it only makes both of us laugh softly as we readjust based on the touch of lips against lips alone. But then Noah presses his firm, muscular body against mine and coaxes open my lips with a swipe of his tongue. I dig my fingers into his hair, pulling lightly as I tilt my head for better access. He moans when our tongues collide.
My heart flips at the feel of him hardening against my abdomen, my blood simmering with desire.
His hands roam boldly, gliding down my waistline. He tugs on one of the harness straps to pull my leg up and curl it around his hip. And when that makes me smile into the kiss, he nibbles on my bottom lip and then breathes, “Let’s just stay down here for a while.”
I won’t have a client fucking me against a dirty alley wall,the responsible Lila intends to argue.
Except, when I really think about it, that sounds insanely hot.
I’m far too intrigued by the thought of being taken against a wall.
In answer, I squirm against him, winning a groan from deep in his throat.
He sucks in a breath, probably to say something filthy and mischievous, but then there’s a bizarresnap-thwoompnoise overhead.
Half a second later, the electricity hums back to life. The filming lights flood the alley with a glow that reaches far enough to reveal us wrapped around each other.
Noah has fast enough reflexes to yank his body away from mine, but he’s forgotten the tether between us. When he jerks back, I come tumbling forward. My shoe catches on a crack in the concrete, sharping the angle of my trajectory. Noah catches me, nearly trips too, then steadily plants his feet. He pulls me against him to prevent another clumsy lurch.
It leaves him with his back pressed to the wall and me draped over him like a fainting Victorian lady.
“You made it!” comes a shout from above.
We crane our necks.
Rimmed by the now-functioning lights, Jake is leaning over the ledge of the roof, camera held aloft and angled directly at us.
And this makes the third time I’ve been caught literally falling into a hero’s arms.
So, clearly,I’min need of some saving, too.
Chapter fourteen
Chapter Fourteen: Evan
Station 47 is a zoo this morning.
Lila only just finished filming for the third episode of Save A Hero two days ago, and she’s already switching gears to collect content for testimonial-style interview segments that will be used for catchy, short-form content.
That’s how she described it to me, at least.
There are camera guys everywhere. Not just the guy named Jake and his assistant, but a second cameraman, a production assistant, and a couple other technicians. It feels a little bit like we’re filming a reality show, which I guess we sort of are.
Noah is, obviously, having the time of his life.
Hale, predictably, looks like he’s one breath away from throttling someone.
And when I look at Lila, I see that she’s absolutely in her element.
Her hair is up today, pinned up in a braided bun sort of thing that makes her look like a ballerina, except that wild tresses are escaping in tendrils around her face. She wields her clipboard like an aircraft marshal, directing her crew in an organized fashion so they don’t get in the way of business as usual.
She knows that, if duty calls, they’ll have to press pause on their entire thing.
