Page 81 of Fix Me Up, Cowboy
The land of mind-numbing orgasms I know and love. The land where Noah is the king.
I thread my fingers in the silky strands of his hair. They gently wrap around my fingers and I tug on them hard.
He groans against my nipple, taking me to another level.
Once he’s ensured that each peak is thoroughly worshiped, he kneels in front of me and peels my shorts and nude lacy panties down my legs. His fingertips lightly trace against my skin. I shiver at his touch.
I step out of the final pieces of clothing and he slowly pushes himself to his feet, planting kisses on his way up—on my legs, my stomach, my chest.
Except I’m naked and he isn’t, and I don’t see the fairness in that.
“Are you joining me in the water?” I ask, reaching for the hem of his T-shirt.
“Would you like me to?”
“Of course. It’s part of my water-therapy session. Doctor’s orders.”
“Well, in that case…” He grabs the back of his collar and yanks the T-shirt over his head.
Getting a little impatient for him to be rid of his clothes, I happily help him by undoing his jeans and removing them.
He climbs into the tub first and settles in. I join him, easing my way into the glorious heat.
Noah grabs my hand, tugging me toward him. I shift to sit between his bent legs, so that I’m resting against his chest. Bubbles cover the top of my breasts.
Now, I know what you’re thinking happens next. That we have wild bath-time sex, which results in water spilling over the sides and our moans echoing against the tiles.
Sorry to disappoint.
I rest my head on his shoulder and we just talk. Talk about the renovation. Talk about my life in Beverly Hills. Talk about Noah’s time in Seattle and how much he admired his boss—the man who taught him everything about restoring cars.
By the time we’re finished talking, the water has cooled off, and we’re more than ready to warm up.
23
Noah
A few daysafter the evening at Joe’s Bar, Kate and I lean against the kitchen island that will eventually be replaced. Troy and the crew have left for the day.
“Where are you planning to sleep now that the major renovations are getting started?” Oddly enough, it’s not a question I’ve asked her before now. But Charlotte’s house is old, which means it’s not safe to sleep here during the renovations, no thanks to potential contaminants such as asbestos and lead paint.
“I’m renting a room at the hotel. I talked to Megan the other day, and she said they had vacancies.”
“You don’t need to do that. You’re more than welcome to stay at the ranch.”
“I can’t impose like that. The hotel will be fine.”
“You’re not imposing. Besides, your staying at the ranch will save my ass.”
“And why’s that?”
“Because if Violet and Sophie ever find out you’re staying at the hotel and I knew about it, that would be the end of me.” I chuckle. “You’re their friend—and they would love to have you closer to them so they can grill you about all the dark secrets they’re positive I’ve shared with you.”
Her eyebrows lift. “Have you shared any dark secrets with me?”
“I don’t have any. And you know everything there is to know about me. More so than my family and friends. They don’t know about my ex-girlfriend.”
Surprise clouds her face for a second before it’s replaced by her stunning smile. One of my favorite smiles—along with her post-sex one.
