Page 67 of The Brave and the Reckless

“Shit. I’m so sorry. My bad.” I scrambled backward and pressed my hands into his chest to push away, but Noah’s hands tightened around my thighs, keeping me rooted in place.

“Why are you apologizing?”

“I don’t want you to think I’m throwing myself at you. You’ve made it perfectly clear that you don’t want me to wear your hat. And now I’m literally sitting on you, like I’m trying torideyou.”

Noah’s eyes narrowed, but they kept me locked in place just like his hands. In one swift move, he flipped us over. My back met the soft ground, but he kept my legs angled around his hips, his weight pressing against my bared lower half. There was no missing the feeling of his rough jeans against my sensitive skin now.

“Do you want this? Do you wantme?” he asked.

“Noah,” I sighed, writhing under him, relishing the feel of his weight and his heat bearing down on me.

His large hand splayed out across my collar bone and slid down my center. The snap buttons of the plaid shirt popped open one after another as he dragged his touch to my navel. If the shirt hadn’t been clinging to me, water like glue against my skin, it would have fallen open.

“Ask me for what you want, Esra.”

I groaned his name, fully aware that he was getting a kick out of it when I begged for his touch. My skin was prickling, sensitive to every raindrop, every fingertip that pressed into my belly, and it wasn’t enough.

“Ask me,” he repeated, voice stern enough to send a shiver down my spine.

“Noah,” I breathed and couldn’t believe the words about to come out of my mouth considering the sheer amount of dirt on both of our faces, but this man was really turning my brain to goo, “could you please kiss me?”

Noah’s mouth crashed down over mine, no hesitation, no playfulness. Pure desire. I hadn’t understooddesireup until now. When you hungered for a touch, a kiss, so much, another person became the sole focus of every cell in your body. I wanted him. Icravedhim. He kissed me and with his body covering mine, the storm stopped. I pulled at him, at his shirt, at his hair, pulled him on top of me until I could wrap my legs around his waist again.

He ground down. I gasped when his hips pressed into me, giving me a sense of how much he wanted this, too. The second my mouth dropped open, his moved. He trailed kisses down my jaw to my neck, and let his teeth join his lips. His hand slid in under the shirt, cupping my breast and squeezing.

“More. Please.” I reached down to undo his jeans, hesitating after the button only because I was dragging dirt over his clothes. Nothing about this was sanitary. Years of good sense clashed with my need for Noah. I’d never experienced anything like this. This was so much more than some lowered inhibitions. The way I wanted him was raw and primal.

Noah plucked my hands off him, cuffing both wrists in one hand and pinning them above my head.

“Fuck, look at you,” he rasped as his gaze traveled down my body and locked on to my spread legs. My chest, mystomach and even my thighs were streaked in mud. There really was only one spot he’d left unscathed. I wanted his touch so bad, even his gaze sent a hot pulse through my insides.

“No more looking. You can admire your finger-painting skills later,” I said, trying to pull him back to me with my ankles closed behind his back, and failing. “God, you’re like a fucking boulder. Will you get on top of me already?”

His lips pulled into a lopsided grin I hadn’t seen before. It put a deep dimple in his cheek. This was worse than the cheeky grin he usually only sported as Ace. This spelled trouble, and I was on the receiving end of it. Goosebumps raced across my entire body in response.

“You want me on top of you?”

“I just said that.” I wriggled my wrists in his grasp, just enough to claw my nails into his hand to convey my impatience. He didn’t even have the decency to flinch.

“Princess, are you going to let me fill that sweet little pussy with my cock and fuck you out here in the dirt for the whole world to see?”

My mouth ran dry at the images his words painted. Not that there really was a “whole world” besides rain and farmland. But the idea was still there. Anyone coming down that driveway would have been able to see how he had me sprawled out in the mud. It was risky and indecent, and that hadn’t even crossed my mind. All I knew was that I needed to feel more of him. And Noah wasn’t judging. He was asking permission.

“Yes,” I replied, voice hoarse.

“You’re going to have to say it.” Noah reached for his jeans, pushing them lower without easing up on my wrists.I used my heels to help him get the denim down alongside his boxers.

I was going to say it.Noah, pretty please, just fuck me in the mud already.But his mounting erection sprang free from his pants and wiped my entire vocabulary from my frontal lobe. That thing wouldnotfit inside of me. How did he even ride with that? Did he need a permit to carry it around in his pants? Like, that just had to classify as a concealed weapon, right?

Despite all the thoughts racing through my mind, the only word that made it from my brain to my tongue was “Oh.”

Noah leaned down, the tip of his nose brushing against mine. So gentle and sweet, the complete opposite to the thick tip of his cock stroking deep through my pussy from entrance to clit and back again. I quivered and moaned into his hovering mouth.

“Say it, Esra,” he huffed.

“What if I don’t?” I leaned up to catch his bottom lip between my teeth, only to earn myself a harsh thrust over my sensitive flesh. The flames in my core were licking up my spine, making me arch for him. There really was no denying how much I craved him. “Noah, I’m not…”

His eyes searched mine for that flicker of hesitation that kept us apart.

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