To my surprise, he leaves the door wide open.
He's choosing to trust me even after I ran away. He's not going to keep me locked up.
Well, at least not that much.
But there is a chance he could still kill me.
That might just be a risk I should take, though.
Being with him is like an addiction. I know it's bad for me. I know when the high wears off I'm going to be looking the devil in the eye.
And I know that I'm going to go back and do it all over again.
Chapter Twenty-One
SUMMER
I reachfor the blindfold again, my heart racing in my chest, blood rushing in my ears. I'm hoping it's not a bad idea to trust Noah, but the second he tied the blindfold over my eyes, I started to wonder if I made the right choice.
Noah gently swats my hands away. "You're going to ruin the surprise if you keep this shit up."
"How would you like it if I tied a blindfold over your eyes, stuffed you in a car, and then started marching you around?" I reach for the silky fabric again, only to have my hands grabbed and twisted behind my back.
I squirm, trying to get free, but he only holds my wrists tighter in one of his hands.
His breath whispers over the back of my neck, the hair along my spine rising.
"You're going to stop that right now, or when we get home, I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget."
I stop, pressing back against him, shivering when the hard outline of his body molds against me.
It's the perfect opportunity to tease him, so I move my hips a little, grinding my ass into his cock.
His teeth graze against my earlobe. "You're going to want to stop that too. I thought you'd be able to hear all the people surrounding us."
"Oh." I do know we have people around us, but to be honest, I don't care. If he brought me here, he can deal with the consequences of it.
"I'd almost believe you didn't know if you didn't turn to look every time you heard someone moving a little too close to you."
"Well, excuse me for being raised in a family where they believe that everyone and everything is out to get you and you always have to stay alert."
He drops my wrists, his fingers skimming the side of my neck before a possessive hand cups the back of it, guiding me along with his touch. "You don't have to worry about that with me. Youneverhave to worry about that with me."
I pause in my tracks again, my body pressed against his.
His hand never leaves me, his fingers tracing patterns like he's trying to comfort me.
Can I trust him to keep me safe? Can I let my guard down around him?
I want to. I really want to.
And I don't know what to do with that information. I don't know if it's safe.
There's no way of telling where any of this is going. I don't have a crystal ball, and I can't see the future. And it scares the shit out of me.
I used to spend most of my life pretending I was the one who didn't care and sneaking out to one party after the next.
And now here I am, with a man far too old for me—one who has shown me the best and worst in him. A surprising amount of kindness despite every single difference we have.
