“Are you asking if I’m single?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Why do you want to know?”
They’d reached the edge of the forest. If they kept going along the path that circled the lake, they’d walk past the school and eventually head back to Gabe’s house.
“Because I’d like to have sex with you.”
He stopped walking. She paused and glanced up at him. He stared at her— was that was disgust or temptation on his face? The man was damned hard to read.
Finally, he wiped his hand over his face and closed his eyes. “Are you serious?”
“Why am I serious?”
“Why do you want to have sex with me?”
“I don’t know. I just do.”
“That’s not a good enough reason.”
“You seriously won’t have sex with a willing woman unless she has a good reason?”
“No, that’s not what I’m saying. I’m—”
“Immediate gratification. That’s what I’m looking for. A little down and dirty mutual pleasure. Are you saying that doesn’t interest you?”
“Not at all. I’m just—”
“I’m leaving for New Orleans soon. Tomorrow, if not tonight. I’m not interested in anything beyond mutually satisfying sex. What are you looking for?”
“I wasn’t really looking for anything, actually.”
“No strings attached. No expectations, beyond an orgasm, for each of us. We walk away when we’re done. I go to New Orleans to do this job for Gabe, and you go back to cooking. How does that sound?”
He frowned. “It sounds like we’re negotiating a contract. Which shouldn’t be hot at all.”
She sidled closer, trailed a finger along that dragon’s tail tattooed onto his arm. “But it is, isn’t it?”
“Yeah. Because it’s you.”
“What is it with you?” she asked, sliding her arms around his waist and moving forward, which forced him to walk backward toward the tree line. “It’s a good thing you don’t talk much. Otherwise you’d have women lined up for days, trying to get in your pants.” She dropped her hands and cupped his ass. “Just as firm as it looks.”
“Where are we going?” He glanced over his shoulder and then grasped her waist and guided her slightly right to avoid tripping over a fallen branch.
“Right there,” she said, nodding at the largest tree in the vicinity. He continued backing up until he was leaning against the tree and she was pressed into him, her legs spread, the apex of her thighs throbbing.
“Are you serious?” he asked when she slid her hand under his shirt and gently raked her fingers across the taut muscles of his abdomen. He groaned and said, “I guess so.”
“Come on, Noah. I need this. And I think you do too.”
“More than you can possibly know.”
He took charge then, twisting her around until her back was pressed against the tree. The bark was rough even through her shirt, but it only added to the eroticism of the moment. She was about to get it on with Noah Ladon, and she was wetter than she’d probably ever been in her life. And she’d never given him half a thought before now, beyond, Damn, the man can cook.
“Please,” she begged when he leaned away so he could unsnap her pants. Then he thrust his hand into the waistband and went straight for gold. His fingers stroked through the heat there, and she arched her back and gurgled out another plea.
He twined the other hand in her hair and forced her to look up at him. “I’ll give you what you want, Petra,” he said, his voice low, husky. “Mutual pleasure. Nothing more.” He slid two fingers into her, fucking her, and she clutched at his arms.
“Yes. Oh. Don’t stop.”
She threw her head back and closed her eyes, but he tugged at the strands until she opened them again. He stared at her face while stroking her.
“Oh gods, yes.”
He abruptly jerked his hand from her pants. Petra cried out, realized he was pulling her pants down to her ankles. She dropped her hands onto his shoulders so he could tug off her shoes and then her jeans. And then she watched as he unsnapped his own jeans and pushed them down just enough to free his bobbing erection.
Her mouth watered.
He leaned against her, lifting one of her legs while grasping his cock with his other hand. He stared into her eyes as he guided himself to her opening and then thrust.
She grabbed a fistful of his hair and clutched at his shoulder as he pounded into her like he’d been waiting for this day for his entire life. It was so raw, so passionate, so freaking amazing, she wanted it to last forever.
And then her orgasm crashed into her with the force of a godsdamned hurricane. She threw her head back and screamed, and he kept pumping, a mad man, hell-bent on reaching nirvana. When he did, he slammed his lips against hers, kissing her with all the desperation of a man starved for…
A future. And that was the last thing she would ever commit to.
Good thing she was heading out of town for an indefinite period of time.
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