“The internet,” Indy replied grimly. “People can find anything they want on there.”
“And the guy has experience with digital cinematography,” Tyler added. “So he’s probably more knowledgeable about computers. I’d wager money that’s why I haven’t been able to find those videos of Noelle on Donaldson’s computer or laptop.”
Because, of course, we’ve haven’t had any luck finding the videos, either. Tyler was able to hack into Donaldson’s personal computer and laptop, but there was no sign of anything incriminating. So it seems likely that the files are stored on a USB drive, just like Noelle originally thought.
A USB drive I could convince Donaldson to tell me about,ifI had some one-on-one time with him, that is. But I promised the team I wouldn’t go off half-cocked and do something I might regret later. “I know you want to get this guy,” Rafe told me after our meeting yesterday, “and we will. Just give it some time. Noelle is safe here, and that’s the most important thing, isn’t it?”
Yes. It is. And I’m beyond relieved that Noelle took me up on the offer to stay here. But I want this over for her. And I want that asshole ex-boss of hers punished for what he did.
I can feel myself tensing again, so I forcibly unclench my jaw and take a long, calming breath. Then another.
Not now,I remind myself.This is supposed to be a special night for Noelle. Concerns about Ken Donaldson can wait until later.
“Are you sure?” Noelle presses. “Because if I’m taking up too much of your time during the day…”
“Noelle.” I touch her chin, tilting her head back as I lower my mouth to hers. Teasing her lips open, I plunge deep, exploring the sweet, honeyed warmth inside.
She makes a little humming sound in the back of her throat; half moan, half sigh. Then she grips my biceps and pulls me closer. Her breasts press against my chest, plump and full, and her nipples draw into hard peaks.
My dick jerks as it strains against the unforgiving denim of my jeans.
I move my hand to the back of Noelle’s head, running my fingers through her silky hair.
She makes that sexy sound in her throat again and kisses me harder, then turns in my lap so my erection nudges at her center.
Need throbs deep inside me. Pressure builds. I palm her breast, plucking at her engorged nipple through the silky shirt she’s wearing.
I pull Noelle’s lower lip between my teeth and suck at it. When I nip at her lip, she wriggles her hips, pressing her heated core against my aching dick.
Andshit, do I want her.
Right here. Right now.
I could peel away her clothes and do all the things I’ve been dreaming about for weeks.
I could lay her out on this extra thick blanket—and yes, I’m an asshole because I picked it out specifically because I thought it would be comfortable enough to have sex on—and plunge into her tight, slick heat. I could finally find out what it feels like to move inside her, find out what sounds she makes, how her inner muscles ripple around me, how she looks when she comes…
But.
I want to do things right, starting with making sure she has the date I planned.
So I reluctantly drag my mouth from hers and set her on the blanket beside me. Then I stroke my thumb across her kiss-swollen lips before lightly kissing her again.
As I take a few steadying breaths to regain my composure, Noelle’s expression creases in confusion. “Did I do something wrong?”
“Fuck no.” She blinks in surprise, so I quickly explain, “No, Noelle. You didn’t do anything wrong. At all. I loved everything you did.Everything.”
Her brows draw into a puzzled V. “Then why did you stop?”
“Because I planned a date for you. Dinner. Music. A movie.” I angle my head towards the gift bag. “A gift. And I want to make sure you have all of it. Even if I want you more than I want to breathe.”
Twin spots of pink rise on her cheeks. “You want me more than you want to breathe?”
“Yes.” I rest my hand on her heated cheek. “But with you… I want to do this right. Do romantic things with flowers and gifts and chocolate. I’ll admit, I don’t have much experience with romance unless you count my first date in high school, but?—”
“Your first date in high school?” Noelle drapes her legs across mine. Interest lights her gaze. “Was that theonlytime you did anything romantic?”
I’m already regretting saying anything, but now that I have… Shit. I can’t walk it back.
