Page 26 of Someone Knows

“Considering you’re standing here and just bought me a drink, I take it you enjoy being eaten alive?”

“I don’t mind it.” He leans in, putting his mouth next to my ear, and whispers, “But I’m a gentleman, so I’ll always do the eatin’ first.”

The bartender interrupts, which I’m grateful for because this young’in has got me all hot and bothered. She places another drink in front of me and lifts her chin to Noah. “You want your usual?”

“Yes, please.”

She raps her knuckles against the bar twice. “Coming right up.”

Noah slides into the seat next to me and scoots it over a few inches until his knee is touching mine. “So what brings a city girl down to these parts?”

“I’m visiting family.” I pick up my drink and take a healthy swig, watch the man next to me over the glass. “Tell me, how old are you, Noah?”

“Old enough.”

“Old enough for what?”

He grins again. “Anything you want to do.”

I chuckle. “I walked right into that one, didn’t I?”

Over the next hour, Noah and I talk. Surprisingly, we have a lot in common—even though I did the math when he said the year he graduated high school and know he’s ten years younger than me. Noah is a writer. He pens a sports column for theLouisiana Post, but he wants to write a novel someday. He has a degree in journalism from Tulane, runs half marathons, and is willing to travel for a good meal at a restaurant. He’s read Tolstoy and Faulkner, but prefers to read Stephen King on a night when the wind is howling. And he’s currently remodeling his house all by himself, rather than hiring people.

After my third drink, I’m relaxed enough to forget the reason I’m down here for the first time sincecrossing the state line. But my gut tells me the man next to me could make me forgetmy namefor a while. So even though I rarely take up with a man under forty, I decide to make an exception. Noah excuses himself to go to the men’s room, and I wait a few seconds, then hop down from the bar stool and follow.

I look around to see if anyone is watching before opening the door and slipping inside. Noah is facing the urinal. He doesn’t turn until he hears the clank of the lock. When he does, his eyes go wide.

I grin. “You can finish up.”

He chuckles and turns around. “Haven’t even started yet. But suddenly I think it can wait. Whatcha doin’ in the men’s room, beautiful?”

“Seeing if you’re worth going home with.”

He raises a brow. “Is that so?”

I nod, and Noah takes two steps so we’re nose to nose. He keeps his gaze locked to mine as he snakes a hand around my waist and pulls me flush against him. His other hand slips down to my ass, and he grabs a handful before bending and lifting me off my feet. My legs wrap around his waist like it’s not the first time they’ve been there, and Noah’s lips crash down on mine. He backs us up until I hit the door behind me with a loud thud, and our mouths open, tongues frantically colliding.

Noah presses against me, a steely erection straining through his pants already, and he rubs up and down. I’m wearing a dress, so I’m spread-eagle, and the friction sends a bolt of lightning straight down to my toes.Definitely worth going home with.

He tangles his fingers into my hair, fisting a clump. I gasp when he yanks my head back and his mouth goes to my neck. Noah sucks along my pulse line, and I’m already so turned on, I don’t even care that I’m in this disgusting bathroom. I reach down between us and wrap my hand around his bulge, giving it a good,firm squeeze.

Noah groans. “You’re killin’ me, darlin’, starting something we aren’t going to be able to finish for a while.”

“Who says we can’t finish it now? I want you. Please tell me you have a condom?”

“I do. But we can’t do this here.”

I start to undo his zipper. “Why not? Haven’t you ever had sex in a public restroom?”

“No.” He catches my gaze. “Have you?”

I look away without answering, but slip my hand into his underwear. His skin is so hot and smooth. I circle the crown with my thumb until I feel wetness.

Noah hisses and rocks his hips against me. “I’m gonna have to put you down to get the condom on.”

“Fine. Just hurry.”

Noah lowers me to my feet and reaches for his back pocket. He slips out a condom and places the wrapper between his teeth to tear it open. Once he’s sheathed, I turn around and place my hands against the wall.

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