"I want to get inside you... Feel you squeeze me tight."
Noelle was dizzy with need.
This wasn't what she'd expected this morning.
Then again, meeting McCrae had been just as much of a surprise.
Was she willing to take this step?
God, yes.
Was she ready?
She shook her head, struggling to hold herself together.
To hold herself back.
She felt his breath on her throat.
Felt the scratch of his cheek against the skin along her shoulder.
The twitch of his cock against her back as he shuddered against her.
And gave up trying.
She pushed their joined hands down across her belly and felt the tug and release as they went under her waistband.
Her last coherent thought was that she really could have used a trim.
Noelle heard him groan and then chuckle, his laughter vibrating against her skin.
"That's the last thing I'm thinking about..."
She bit down savagely on her lower lip, letting the pain distract her.
"I don't care about things like that, gorgeous."
His fingers, joined with hers, slipped through her curls and tangled with her clit.
"Oh..." She gasped in a breath. "Yes..."
He shifted against her back, reaching his arm further around her.
"'Elle?"
"Mmm?"
"Push back against me..."
She didn't ask why.
She barely had control of herself.
But she pushed.
And felt him guide their joined hands lower, between her legs.
So she pushed back even more and lost hold of his hand.
