Page 43 of The Broker

But he didn’t.

He pulsed those fingers in time with the fingers between my legs, fucking my mouth and my pussy at a slow, steady pace.

I squirmed and panted through my nose at how good it felt, all the while studying the determined, focused look etched on his handsome face. My hands that dangled over the side of the counter clenched into fists and then splayed out, and I laced my fingers together so I had something to hold on to.

Noah had put the fingers in my mouth for a reason... and it wasn’t to keep me quiet. He withdrew his hand, his fingers glistening with my saliva, and trailed them down to join his other hand.

His wet fingertips pressed to my clit, causing me to flinch and arch, and I gasped with satisfaction. He drove his fingers deep inside me, ramping up the tempo and changing angles with each thrust. I knew what he was doing, how he was searching for the spot I liked best, but it all felt so amazing, did it even matter?

God, I was going to lose my mind.

In and out he thrust his fingers, all the while manipulating my clit with his other hand. My propped-up knees shook. My breath came and went in heaving gulps. My heart pounded so furiously, it threatened to break free from my chest.

The whole thing was fucking intense.

Easily the most erotic thing I’d ever done, and for a single heartbeat, I was mad at him for hiding this version of him thelast time we’d hooked up. But how could I be upset with him now?

The orgasm rushed at me, surging like an electric current. My moan swelled to a gasp as the pleasure built, and built, andbuilt...

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned. Heat burst inside my center, traveling through my body in waves of ecstasy as I came. This time when I bucked against the counter, I couldn’t control myself. I pulled my arms down, stretching the bra between my elbows and letting the fabric cover my face.

Not that I could see, anyway. The power of the orgasm had my eyes screwed shut.

Noah’s fingers halted, both the ones inside and out, but the connection remained. My body clenched down, squeezing against his fingers and giving me aftershocks of pleasure.

He pushed out a loud, heavy breath that was laced with satisfaction.

When my twitching body lowered back to the granite countertop, and the orgasm’s grip on me receded, he finally withdrew. His hands rested gently against my heated skin, one on the flat of my stomach, and the other across my thigh.

As soon as the blood stopped rushing in my ears, I worked to free myself from the bra, letting it fall to the floor. I moved as fast as my post-orgasm body would let me, sitting up and swiveling to face him.

I’d caught him off guard and his eyes went wide, and this time when I reached for him, he wasn’t fast enough to stop me. I threaded my hands through his soft hair and yanked his face to mine.

“Wait,” he said, and turned at the last second so I missed my target, my lips crashing against his cheek.

I caught my breath and pulled back to look at him. “What’s wrong?”

He grasped my wrists, freeing his head from my hold, and stepped back from the island. His breathing and voice were uneven. “Friends don’t kiss each other.”

Um . . . was he serious?

I narrowed my eyes. “They don’t finger fuck each other either.”

“That was a one-time thing.” His expression was stricken, full of confusion and doubt. Even he didn’t believe what he’d just said.

I struggled with the whiplash he’d given me and gaped up at him. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Fuck. I don’t know.” Once again, he combed a hand through his unruly hair, which only made him look more unsettled. “I wanted to help you.”

His statement hung awkwardly, like he’d left off the part he’d meant to say.I wanted to help you, friend-to-friend.Thirty seconds ago, he’d been confident and in control, and now he was acting like I’d shattered that by trying to kiss him.

Which was a normal response to what we’d just done. The warmth in my system disappeared in the blink of an eye, and I was painfully aware of the imbalance between us. He had all his clothes on, and I was stark fucking naked. The chill of it clung everywhere.

I slid down off the counter to stand on my shaky legs. “You didn’t have a problem kissing me last time.”

“I know,” he said softly. “And it’s not that I don’t want to. Believe me, I do.”

He’d said it before, but I still bristled, because saying that he wanted it and wouldn’t do it made me feel worse.

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