And fuck if she’d never been more gorgeous.
My hand went down, sifting through her soft hair for a minute before she finally lifted up and moved back to her seat.
I tucked myself away and started driving again, my whole body buzzing.
But it wasn’t that sensation that had my mind reeling.
No.
It was that cracked-open feeling in my chest. And the way I could swear I felt her sliding in, filling it back up again.
I didn’t understand it.
Maybe I didn’t even want to.
I just let it be.
Reaching over, I slid my fingers between hers. And held on.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Noa
“Happy?” Caymen asked when he walked out of the bathroom dressed in the white tank top (my personal preference) and a pair of his new jeans.
“Not yet,” I said. “You need to be fixing something. That’s part of it.”
He snorted a little laugh but walked over to the table, flipped the chair upside down on it, and started to tighten the wobbly leg with a butter knife.
“Like this?”
“Oh, yeah. That’s working,” I agreed. “I mean, it’d be better if you were dirty, but I can work with this.”
He shook his head at me, but he was smiling as he finished the chair and set it back on its legs.
“Hey, babe?” he called when he looked up at me standing there ogling him.
“Yeah?”
“My turn.”
“Your turn?” I asked, head tipping to the side.
“Yeah, my turn,” he said, his voice doing that low, deep thing it did when he was turned on.
“Your… oh! Oh. Okay,” I agreed, feeling a thrill of desire.
It was late that same night, both of us too restless to sleep after having a small meal and cleaning up.
There was no news from the club.
So, well, I decided he needed to dress up for me.
“Noa?”
“Yeah?”
“Run.”
