Chapter 12 #2
I look around to see if anyone is watching before opening the door and slipping inside. Noah is facing the urinal. He doesn’t turn until he hears the clank of the lock. When he does, his eyes go wide.
I grin. “You can finish up.”
He chuckles and turns around. “Haven’t even started yet. But suddenly I think it can wait. Whatcha doin’ in the men’s room, beautiful?”
“Seeing if you’re worth going home with.”
He raises a brow. “Is that so?”
I nod, and Noah takes two steps so we’re nose to nose.
He keeps his gaze locked to mine as he snakes a hand around my waist and pulls me flush against him.
His other hand slips down to my ass, and he grabs a handful before bending and lifting me off my feet.
My legs wrap around his waist like it’s not the first time they’ve been there, and Noah’s lips crash down on mine.
He backs us up until I hit the door behind me with a loud thud, and our mouths open, tongues frantically colliding.
Noah presses against me, a steely erection straining through his pants already, and he rubs up and down. I’m wearing a dress, so I’m spread-eagle, and the friction sends a bolt of lightning straight down to my toes. Definitely worth going home with.
He tangles his fingers into my hair, fisting a clump.
I gasp when he yanks my head back and his mouth goes to my neck.
Noah sucks along my pulse line, and I’m already so turned on, I don’t even care that I’m in this disgusting bathroom.
I reach down between us and wrap my hand around his bulge, giving it a good, firm squeeze.
Noah groans. “You’re killin’ me, darlin’, starting something we aren’t going to be able to finish for a while.”
“Who says we can’t finish it now? I want you. Please tell me you have a condom?”
“I do. But we can’t do this here.”
I start to undo his zipper. “Why not? Haven’t you ever had sex in a public restroom?”
“No.” He catches my gaze. “Have you?”
I look away without answering, but slip my hand into his underwear. His skin is so hot and smooth. I circle the crown with my thumb until I feel wetness.
Noah hisses and rocks his hips against me. “I’m gonna have to put you down to get the condom on.”
“Fine. Just hurry.”
Noah lowers me to my feet and reaches for his back pocket. He slips out a condom and places the wrapper between his teeth to tear it open. Once he’s sheathed, I turn around and place my hands against the wall.
He doesn’t have to be told what to do next. Noah’s fingers slide beneath the edge of my panties. He strokes through my slickness and groans. “I haven’t even touched you, and you’re ready for me.”
“So what are you waiting for, then?”
“Hot damn. I love New York women.” Noah hikes up the back of my dress, wraps an arm around my stomach, and hoists me up to my toes. He uses his free hand to line himself up at my opening and surges forward, burying himself inside of me.
I gasp. There’s a twinge of discomfort, but it’s exactly what I needed. In fact, it’s the best thing I’ve felt in ages. Noah’s fingers press into my hips. “You good?”
My answer is to lean forward, pull almost all the way off him, and then slam back hard, taking him to the root again.
He groans. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Everything happens at warp speed after that.
Noah pumps in and out of me hard and fast. It feels desperate and borderline angry, and I can’t get enough of it.
I move with him, meeting his every thrust, blow by blow.
My insides are climbing, beginning to pulse on their own.
When he slides a hand around and massages my swollen bud, I lose it.
Orgasm rips through me with an intensity that makes me forget everything and anything. It’s just what I was looking for.
After, we’re still panting when I start to see the room around me clearly for the first time.
It’s dirty and it smells, and suddenly I need to get the hell out of here.
I reach for the paper towels—the roll is sitting on the sink rather than in the dispenser a few feet away—and clean myself up before fixing my clothes.
Barely two minutes have passed, and already I want this man inside me again.
Though not here next time.
“Would you like to take me home with you to have sex again?”
Noah smiles. “God, I really do love New York women. No bullshit, straight to the point.”
“Have you been with a lot of other women from New York?”
His eyes sparkle. “Not a single one.”
I chuckle. “Is that a yes?”
“That’s a fuck yes . Let’s get the hell out of here.”
He starts to open the door, but I stop him. “Don’t you need to use the bathroom?”
He winks. “It’ll hold.” Noah grabs my hand and guides me back to the bar, where he tosses a few twenties.
I’m so riled up, I don’t even care that I let him pay the bill. I don’t have enough cash on me anyway, and closing out the tab with a credit card would take far too long. After, he takes my hand again and practically drags me toward the door.
There are a lot more people here now than when I came in.
A couple of guys say hello to Noah as we push through the crowd, but he cuts them off with a curt nod and keeps marching us to the exit.
As we reach the door, it swings open. Noah puts his hand on my back and directs me out, not giving the patron coming in a chance to enter first.
The guy shakes his head. “Is there a fire somewhere, Sawyer?”
I freeze.
Noah doesn’t notice I’ve stopped moving until his hand pulls because I’m still rooted in place. “What’s the matter?” he asks.
“That guy just called you Sawyer?”
Noah shrugs. “Yeah. So? A lot of people do.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s my last name.”