Page 27 of Fighting a Riot

He shook his head. “Nora, you’re… you want things I can’t give you. Hell, you deserve better than me.”

I moved forward so we were a foot apart. Being this close, I had to tilt my head up to keep eye contact. “Better than you? What does that mean?”

“You deserve the man who can give you stability, marriage, kids, and all that shit.”

I scoffed. “After the past week, I’m not looking for marriage, and given my lousy judgment, I’m pretty sure stability is overrated.”

His hand dragged down his cheek stubble. “Don’t let that asshole do that to you, Nora. He’s a moron, and out there is a man who will absolutely do right by you.”

Part of me wanted to ask if he was that man, but I knew he’d say no. Which of course made me think he could absolutely be that man.

I glanced to the side and back to him. “Sometimes, it’s good to give in to temptation.”

He chuckled. “Woman, I manage a place that is all about temptation. It’s better to resist it.”

I nodded. “You’re right. We shouldn’t.”

He licked his bottom lip before he bit it while he nodded.

“But I really want to,” I muttered.

“Nora,” he admonished, chuckling.

I stepped into his personal space and put a hand on his shoulder. “Thanks, Noah. For everything.” I leaned up to kiss the side of his lips. Except Yak turned and our lips locked together fully.

I pulled back, my mouth opening to apologize, but Yak’s arms wrapped around me and he kissed me outright.

My free hand slid under his shirt, desperate to feel his rippling back muscles. They felt as good as they’d looked. That knowledge had me bringing both hands to the hem of his t-shirt and tugging it up. His arms loosened and he stepped back without breaking our kiss. The moment I had the shirt up to his armpits, he backed away to help me get the shirt off him.

My eyes flared at the sight of his inked torso. So many tats, so little time. If I were lucky, I’d get the time to catalog them properly.

“Jesus. That look in your eyes, woman,” he said, his voice husky as all hell.

I slid my hands along his cut belly and up to his chest, watching their movement the entire time.

His hand at my chin tilted my lips up to his and I got aggressive. My tongue pushed into his mouth and he groaned. Next thing I knew, his hands were at my thighs, lifting me up and I wrapped my arms and legs around him. My chest pressed to his chest, and I rocked against thick hardness between my legs.

Oh yeah. This was awesome.

He took over the kiss. I felt something cool at my back and my concentration broke. Yak’s lips kissed along my cheek to my neck. Opening my eyes, I saw he had me pressed against the wall.

Even with his strong thick cock rocking against me, I felt it building in a way that hadn’t ever happened before. Between the way he kissed and the way he moved his hips, this promised to be epic. Then he stopped and pulled his face away from my neck.

His eyes roved over my face like he might break me. “You deserve better than this—”

I slid my hand along his cheek, not stopping until my thumb rested against his ear. “Don’t you dare stop, Noah. The only way this could be any better is if we were naked, because I’ve never had wall sex. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever done.”

His eyes flared. “You’ve never had… and you were going to marry that idiot?”

I leaned my forehead against his. “Forget about him. Kiss me. Make me come, Yak. I don’t just want this, I need this.”

Still he hesitated.

I took a deep breath and dragged my fingernails along his broad, muscular shoulders. “Make me feel alive. Please.”

A low, almost feral growl built from inside him. He kissed me hard while his hand traveled along my body and inside my leggings. His fingers dipped inside me making me tilt my head back. I gasped, then felt him sucking the pulse point on my neck.

My hips thrust, but he had me pinned. I liked that most of all, being at his mercy like this.

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