“Maybe,” I tell him.
His eyes rake up and down my body, taking in my curves and the way the water continues dripping from my hair, keeping my body wet and glistening in the dim sun that continues to dip down towards the horizon. “You look good enough to eat.”
“Too bad. I’m not on the menu.”
His eyes sparkle and heat floods me as I become desperate for his touch. “You wanna fucking bet?”
Noah breaks out into a run and I squeal before taking off, only his strides are so much longer than mine. His body crashes into mine and we tumble down into the cool sand beneath the old boardwalk where we’re completely concealed from prying eyes.
His lips are on mine in seconds and I absolutely love it, the only issue is that I can’t stop smiling, making kissing him harder than it ought to be.
Noah’s hands roam over my body and I can’t help but fall in love with the way his thumb skims over my tattoo. I catch him looking at it all the time and something tells me that he has a new preference for girls with ink, just as I do for his.
Noah’s hands scoop around my back and he pulls the string of my black bikini ever so slowly that the anticipation begins to kill me.
He finally rids it off my body and I arch my back, desperate for his touch as I invite him in, and naturally, he doesn’t disappoint. My hand roams over his exposed skin, loving how it feels beneath my fingers. It’s as if his body was perfectly carved just for me.
I’ve never been naked out in public before but having Noah with me makes it so much better. It’s the risk of being caught. It’s exciting. It’s like playing with fire. It’s dangerous and makes me want to push the boundaries.
Who would have ever known that I was such a risk taker?
My excitement seems to spur Noah on, and I open my legs before wrapping them around his waist and pulling him closer. He doesn’t waste a second and pushes deep inside me, making my head fall back with a satisfied groan.
He works my body until I can’t possibly take it anymore and when the sand has gotten in places that it simply shouldn’t go, only then does he lift me off the beach and walk us down, deep into the cold water, starting his sensual assault all over again with the moonlight shining down on us.
Chapter 19
Noah walks up to Rivers’ car, shaking his head at the way Tully and I have been trying to break back into the thing for the past twenty minutes. “I could watch this shit all day,” he laughs to himself before pulling out a set of car keys. “But it’s fucking hot and you two are going to die of heat exhaustion before you figure out that the car is locked.”
My mouth drops open as I watch him unlock the car and effortlessly pull the door wide open before instantly going green with the foul smell that comes pouring out of it. “Holy fuck, Tullz. What the hell did you put in here?”
We each smother a laugh but I’m too focused on the fact that the doors were just locked to enjoy it too much. I mean, fuck me. We’ve been standing in this heat for ages trying to get into this stupid thing and all this time it was just locked? How stupid can we be? I had assumed the car was too fucked up for the doors to open and close properly, but noooo. Apparently, they were just locked and now we have to live with the fact that Noah’s been standing back and laughing at us for the past twenty minutes as we put on a performance, showcasing just how idiotic we are.
Great job, Henley. Give yourself a pat on the back.
I raise an accusing brow at Tully who presses her lips into a tight line and shrugs her shoulders. “My bad,” she grumbles with an innocent smirk. “But you can’t deny that it was so worth it.”
“How was it worth it when we’re the ones about to clean this shit up, not him?” I mutter, heading for the passengers door with deep dread sinking heavy in my gut. Noah can handle just about anything and for him to go green with the smell, that tells me it’s bad. Like, really bad.
I find a set of balls and rip the door open. The quicker I get this over with, the better. The smell instantly smacks me in the face and I have no choice but to spin around as I start to gag. I fall to my knees. “Abort mission! Abort mission!” I cry with tears beginning to sting my eyes from the foul smell pulsating out of the car. “Save yourselves.”