“Well, I won’t say anything about your son. There isn’t anyone I would tell. I don’t know you or your friends or anything about you.”
He nods. His phone buzzes and he checks the text and frowns. “It doesn’t look like it’s in the car,” he says, giving me a strange look.
My heart drops for a different reason.
“Raven still might know where it is,” he says, more gently than I’ve heard him talk. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he knows how important this is to me, even more so than I’ve let on while we’ve been looking. But that is impossible.
“It’s okay, thank you for trying. And thanks for the coffee.” I need to get out of here before I let him see a side of me he really doesn’t need to and hop off the stool.
Noah moves around the bar and stops me before I get too far. I come to an abrupt stop so I don’t crash into him, because he moved so fast.
“Raven will call soon. She knows when I need her it’s important.”
“This is important?” I ask, a little taken aback.
“It is to you.”
“But… Why do you care?”
“I’m not heartless. Anyone can see how much it matters to you, and hell, you came all the way out here to face the gang you don’t want to be around, to find it.”
“I’m never going to live that down am I?”
“I’m a little insulted to be honest,” he smirks again.
Both of us know it might not be agang, but they’re also not some guys with bikes who like to ride around. I’ve seen TV shows and movies about these types of places. Noah is dangerous, especially given the patch on his chest, which my eyes drop to.
He doesn’t miss it either as he puts his arm out and grips the side of the bar. I’m not exactly penned in like I was the other night but he’s kind of stopping me walking out.
If I wanted to. God what am I even thinking. He keeps looking at me, his blue eyes intense and heavy. The silence stretches, an unspoken pull between us. This is all wrong for me, he’s dangerous but…
“Remember when I said I wanted to taste your lips?”
“Vaguely.”
He reaches out with his other hand and takes hold of my waist. He doesn’t tug me nearer, but it feels like we’re wrapped up in some kind of bubble and only we are inside.
He keeps staring at me and I inadvertently lick my lower lip. Noah groans and then he moves, this time tugging me towards him. Before I can even think he’s pressing his lips against mine.
On Friday night I would have fought him off, I probably should knee him in the balls but right now, that is the furthest thing from my mind.
He’s so big, so firm as he pulls me into him and his hand moves up to the back of my head. He holds me where he wants me as my lips part and our tongues meet.
A surge of desire floods my system and I grasp his shoulder, pulling at him so he releases the bar and wraps his other arm around me. This is a kiss like I’ve never experienced before and I really don’t want it to end. Neither does Noah as he cups my ass, pulling me against his groin. He’s hard, and that almost makes me come to my senses, but he stops kissing first.
He lets out a groan as his eyes open and he stares at me.
Lord, we need to stop. Both of us need to come to our senses. This isn’t right.
“They taste good,” he murmurs, holding my chin to keep me close. “But I think your other lips might taste better.”
It takes me a second to grasp what he’s referring to, giving him enough time to lift me and set me down on the bar top. He can’t be serious. His hands slide up my thighs, beneath my skirt and come to rest on my hips, pulling at the elastic of my panties.
It takes a lot but I force myself to grab his arms. He stops straight away and looks up at me. Lust is pouring out of him as he watches me.
“I don’t… It’s not something I usually like.”
His brow lifts and something potent flares in his eyes. His lip spread into a smile. “Then let me change your mind.”
