Page 28 of Fighting a Riot

“Come, Nora. I’m gonna watch my pretty princess fall apart on my fingers.”

I loved this, even if I knew it was going to ruin me for any other man –and we weren’t even having real sex!

“Oh God,” I moaned as his thumb rubbed circles on my clit. My head tilted forward and I inhaled his delicious scent. Citrus, fresh air, a hint of leather, and masculinity.

“Look at me,” he ordered. The bossy thread in his voice made me wetter. “She likes that,” he whispered.

“Do I ever, Noah,” I breathed.

“Fuck,” he hissed, just before he kissed me.

As kisses went, this one was downright foreign to me. Yak was so forceful, it should have scared me, but fear was the last thing on my mind. To my bones, I knew he would never harm me. Not ever. In actions alone, he’d proven he cared more about me than any man I’d ever met.

And I wanted him like I’d never wanted any other man before.

His hips pressed forward, putting more pressure on his hand. He quickened the tempo of his thrusting fingers and I couldn’t stop it. My release came over me, bringing with it the most delicious rush. In the back of my mind, I knew I was making noises –mewling, maybe, or moaning, more likely. This had to be the best orgasm I’d ever had, because Yak didn’t stop when it started. He kept at me until I thought I might actually have a double.

His eyes smoldered at me as I came down. “God, you’re so fuckin’ gorgeous.”

“Ditto,” I breathed.

He slipped his hand out from between us, but pressed his body closer so I didn’t fall down.

I pecked his lips and grinned. “That was something else, Noah.”

He kissed my forehead. “Good. That’s good, Nora, but we have to stop.”

My legs dropped from behind him. “Why?”

He shook his head. “Nora, I can’t. I got too much shit going on. Hell, I told Roll not to mention this place to you, but I hated the idea of you on the other side of town next to the railroad tracks.”

I shot him a wry smile. “Me, too, since I work on this side of the river.”

He tugged at my leggings, putting them back in place, and stepped back.

I grazed my hand along his waist and down the front of his gym shorts. “Yak, let me take care of you, too.”

“No, Nora. This has to stop.”

“Why do you say that?”

“You need a man who gives you his time. I can’t do that.”

On auto-pilot, my head turned to the side and back to him. With an eyebrow arch, I said, “I just want to get laid before surgery, Yak.”

He stared at me like I’d surprised him.

“We could both scratch an itch here,” I added.

“I like feeling your claws,” he said with a sly grin, then he added. “But maybe I’m scared of getting scratched by you.”

“You lie,” I scoffed. “You’re extremely tough.”

“So are you,” he whispered.

I nodded once. “Thanks, but I still feel like a twat.”

His upper body jerked with a silent laugh. “How is that possible?”

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