Chapter 32
Chapter Thirty-Two
Sunlight streamed around the curtains. Noah sat up carefully. He looked around at their clothes strewn all over the room. At Danica, lying sound asleep on her stomach beside him, wearing nothing but her lacy bra. The sheet stretched up to her waist.
Images from the last two nights drifted through his mind. Danica in his arms, legs spread. Giving herself to him, taking what she wanted, too.
And his body was raring for it to happen again. His dick was standing at attention, and he didn’t want his morning wood to be the first thing Danica saw.
She’d been through a lot last night. She might not be interested in a repeat just yet. Judging from her behavior yesterday morning, Danica would probably feel conflicted about this second hookup.
He really hoped she wasn’t going to freak out and pull away from him again.
But when he replayed the things she’d said, how wild she’d been… Damn.
Noah slid out of bed and padded over to the closet. In a small mirror, he caught sight of the livid purple hickey at his neck.
I want to go bare with you. Take what’s yours.
These thoughts were not helping calm down his dick.
He checked on the knife wound, which was holding together, and found some clothes in the closet. The safe house was well stocked for emergency getaways like theirs. He found some men’s items in his size and some things that looked small enough for Danica.
It was seven a.m., which meant he’d gotten a few hours of rest. The motion sensor log showed no significant activity around the safe house perimeter, and there were no messages on the phone.
He was still hopped up on stress hormones. But if there was anything he needed to do, the home base at Bennett Security would let him know.
Next, he went into the small bathroom, which was stocked as well. Noah brushed his teeth and tried to clean himself up. The water was icy cold, which helped shrink his erection. No water heater in this place.
His hair looked like shit, and his skin was paler than usual, but all in all he actually felt pretty damn good.
When he came back to the bed, dressed in a T-shirt and shorts, Danica was blinking her eyes open.
“Hey.” Noah sat on the mattress. “Sleep okay?” He hadn’t seen any signs of a nightmare last night, but that didn’t mean she’d slept well.
“Why do you have clothes on?” She sat up, scooted to the edge of the bed, and unhooked her bra. The undergarment got tossed aside as she headed toward the bathroom. “I’ll be right back.”
He got only a glimpse of sideboob before the door shut. Noah fell back against the pillows, one arm over his head.
He didn’t know what was happening between him and Danica right now. But if they never left this room, if they just stayed here and pretended the rest of the world didn’t exist, he was pretty sure he’d be happy.
He could send a postcard to Gramps and Ginger, who’d probably be thrilled for him.
The water ran in the bathroom. Danica emerged a few minutes later, her hair slightly less messy.
“Hi.” Her hand rested against the door frame. Her body was on full display. The morning light illuminated her skin.
“Hi.” His eyes roved over her, hungry for every tiny detail. The curves of her breasts and hips, stomach and thighs.
His cock was back at half salute.
Danica held a small bottle in her hand. She set it on the nightstand. “You’re still dressed.”
“I thought you might want to talk about what happened at the museum. Or just get some more rest.” She hadn’t answered his question about how she’d slept.
“What I want is you naked.”
He suspected she might be avoiding the worst aspects of yesterday. But was he going to do the “right” thing and insist they talk about it?
Nope. Getting naked with her again would be so much better.
Noah pulled his upper body into a crunch to tug off the shirt, ignoring the painful protest of the knife wound. He wiggled out of his shorts. His erection got caught in the fabric and then sprang free, slapping into his stomach.
Danica crawled onto the mattress, her gaze going soft and unfocused. “Damn, you’re hot.”
He laughed. “You sound surprised.”
Her hand ran between his pecs and down his abs, avoiding the wound. “Nope, not surprised. You were always cute. But now… How was I supposed to resist this?”
“I certainly don’t blame you.”
Danica bent over, those gorgeous tits swinging into his chest. Her hand traveled back down his body, palm ghosting over the head of his cock. But her fingers kept going and curved around his sac.
She gave his balls a hard tug, and at the same time, her lips closed on his ear cartilage and sucked. Noah gasped involuntarily.
“It’s fun finding out what you like,” she said.
“Who says I liked that?”
“Your cock. It jumped straight into the air.”
Noah usually enjoyed being the one in control during sex. But Danica made him want to lie back and let her do whatever she wanted. She’d always made him feel that, in a way no other woman ever had.
Just so long as he got his chance to switch places. To make her gasp and moan and take whatever he gave her.
She took his erection in hand and stroked him lazily. “Your cock is very pretty.”
“It is not. Take that back.”
Danica giggled, a sound he was starting to love. His chest ached as he realized how rarely he’d ever heard it.
“But it’s so straight and symmetrical. Pink down here.” She gripped his shaft. “And purple up here. How is that not pretty?” Her thumb traced over his glans, then thrust into the slit at the top. Noah’s hips shot off the bed. He made a noise that sounded distinctly like a needy whimper.
“You like that, don’t you?”
He nodded, suddenly incapable of speech.
“You love it,” she whispered into his ear.
Noah grumbled. “Maybe.”
“You love when I’m rough with you. Are you going to beg for it?”
Heat flashed over his skin. “You’re only in charge because I’m letting you be. Maybe I’ll turn you over and spread you open and eat you out. Then we’ll see who’s begging.”
“Such a naughty boy.” She trailed kisses over his jaw, her chest shaking with quiet laughter. “I’ll be good. You’re a big, strong Navy SEAL and you don’t beg for anything.”
“Fuck no, I don’t.”
Her thumb pushed at his slit again, shocking another desperate whimper out of him, which kind of contradicted his point. But it felt too good for him to care.
Danica twisted away to reach for the bottle she’d left on the nightstand. The cap flipped open. Lotion squeezed into her palm.
When her hand returned, the lubricant slicked up and down his shaft. “Better?” she asked.
“Ughn.”
She kept stroking him. “That’s a yes?”
Noah’s arm wrapped around her and pulled her down so he could kiss her. Danica tasted like minty toothpaste. His other hand closed around hers on his erection, making her squeeze tighter and work him faster. Noah panted into her mouth.
He let go of her hand, and she kept up the same pace on his cock. He reached for her breast instead, enjoying its firm weight. His fingers clamped onto her nipple, and she made a needy sound.
They were both discovering what the other liked, and Dani was right, it was more fun than he’d had in as long as he could remember.
Pleasure zapped up and down his spine. His balls drew up against his body.
“Dani. I’m so close. Please.”
She leaned over to bite that same spot between his neck and shoulder.
The wave crashed over him, turning his vision fuzzy and making his head swim. His breath stalled in his chest.
Noah closed his eyes as he spurted all over her hand and his stomach. He felt jets of hot cum hit his abs. Her fist didn’t let up, and he kept coming, more than he would’ve thought he had in him after last night.
She kept pumping him until he was empty.
When he opened his eyes, she was watching him with a wicked grin.
Noah swallowed, his throat dry. “Don’t even say it.”
“What?”
He could see the teasing words in her eyes. You were begging.
Noah grabbed her and flipped her onto her back.
“Gah,” she said, “you’re so messy.”
“Now you are, too.”
He claimed her mouth with a punishing kiss. Noah was finally feeling the effects of a nonstop adrenaline rush, lack of sleep, and two monster orgasms. But he had to reclaim some of his dignity.
“Do you want to come on my tongue?” he asked between kisses. “Or my fingers?”
“Mmmm, later. I’m hungry.”
“Really? Working over my cock wore you out?”
“I was already worn out.” All the teasing was gone.
He didn’t like to hear that. “You should’ve saved your energy.”
“Don’t turn it into something bad.” She reached up to caress his cheek. “I wanted to make you feel good. To thank you for what you’ve done for me.”
“That’s why we’re doing this? You feel like you owe me?”
“No, that sounded wrong.” Her teeth pressed into her lower lip. “I… God, I didn’t want to get into this.”
“Into what?”
“The way I feel about…” Dani’s eyes turned shiny, and she looked away.
Shit. Was she going to cry?
“Hey, it’s okay.” He lay down beside her and held her against him. “What do you feel?”
Her breathing was ragged. It took her a full minute to respond.
“Confused. And scared and overwhelmed. And like…” She buried her face against his chest. “Like I don’t ever want to let you go. Even though I know I have to.”
“Okay.” This conversation had suddenly gone places he hadn’t expected.
But he wanted to be here with her, talking about this.
Wanted it so much that it hurt. His heart was thumping out a response to what she’d said, filling him with a painful kind of hope.
“I don’t want to let you go, either. We’ll figure it out.
But right now, we don’t have to do either one. ”
She nodded.
“We’re safe here,” he said. “All we have to do is get cleaned up and get some food and just be together. In any way you want.” They’d already established that he wouldn’t say no to her.
With Danica, he’d never wanted to say no.
Even though harsh realities—like her family—had sometimes made that impossible.