Page 70 of Seven Night Stopover

“Put your fingers inside me, what?”

Her fingers gripped his hair. “Please, Noah.”

“Did you forget your manners so quickly, or did you do it deliberately so I’d spank your tight, sore little ass?”

Her blush drew his first genuine smile since the one he’d given her on stage before her performance.

“Are you trying to make me feel better?”

“Yes. Tell me what’s wrong, Noah. Did I do something?” Between the start and end of her backup routine, something had happened. As much as she wanted to brush over it with sex, she couldn’t ignore the layer of unease.

His chin snapped up, a dark frown between his eyes. “Of course not. Why would you think that?”

She shrugged. “If you’re going to punish me for something I’ve done, I’ll take the punishment but I want to know now. I don’t like surprises.”

He didn’t answer straightaway. But he twisted the hand between her legs, rubbed his knuckle hard against her clit. She gasped, her fingers digging into his scalp as she held on tight. He rubbed her roughly for a full minute, then buried two fingers between her legs.

A long kiss later, he raised his head.

His eyes had gone dark and turbulent. “You haven’t done anything wrong. I got a few missed calls. I’ve been trying to reach Gabe. He’s not answering. I’m not sure what the time is in Bora Bora right now?—”

“Minus twelve hours from right now. It’s the middle of the night there.”

He pulled his fingers out slowly and plunged them back in. “You’re a sexy genius. Did I tell you that?”

Her breath hitched. “Maybe. Please don’t stop.”

He repeated the action. “I’m pissed off that he called me four times then doesn’t answer when I call. And he didn’t leave a message.”

“But that’s not all.”

“I got texts from Ashley.”

Leia froze, suspended somewhere between acute arousal and disconcerting anxiety. “I’m not sure how I feel about you mentioning her name while you have your fingers inside me.”

“You asked me what was wrong. I’m telling you because I don’t want you to think you’re the reason I’m in a bad mood.”

Irrationally, she wanted to tell him he could’ve chosen distraction over talking about his ex. She wanted to ask why his ex had his number. But considering her own messed up life, who was she to question his?

“What does she want?”

“Fuck if I know. She wants me to call her.” The disgust in his voice was unmistakable.

“You think Gabe knows?”

“I’m guessing he does. Otherwise, it’s a hell of a coincidence since they called within minutes of each other.” He flexed his fingers and arousal kicked anxiety’s butt, but didn’t knock it out totally.

“Are you going to call her back?”

His jaw tightened but the visceral edge of lust in his eyes didn’t fade, much to her satisfaction. “We haven’t spoken in two and a half years. The last time I saw her I made it very clear I never wanted to see or speak to her again.” His voice was a blade of raw anger. “That position hasn’t changed on my part.”

But something clearly had changed on Ashley’s.

He pressed a hand into the small of her back, urged her to rock her hips against him. The action forced his fingers deeper inside her while she rubbed herself on his erection. Leaning down, she kissed him, slowly running her tongue over his mouth before sliding it in.

She continued twirling her hips. The tension gradually oozed from his shoulders. Several minutes later, he drew back and leaned on the headrest. His eyes were dark and intense as he watched her. “Lift your skirt. I want to see you.”

She let go of his nape and lifted the front of her skirt. His gaze dropped to where his fingers were lodged inside her. He circled his thumb over her wet clit. Reality took on a definite hazy edge.

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