Page 78 of When the Stars Rise
A few minutes later, Noah slows down, and I spot a Baptist church up ahead. Maybe the doors are open? Churches are supposed to be open to everyone, right? But instead of turning right, he hangs a left and pulls into one of the bays at a self-service car wash.
When he cuts the engine, I release my hold on him and climb off the bike on shaky legs. So much for being badass. After I remove my helmet, I start laughing.
Noah smiles like he’s anticipating a good joke. “What’s so funny?”
I shake my head and lean against the concrete wall, my eyes on Noah as he removes his jacket and pushes his hands through his dirty-blond hair making it even more disheveled. Sexier.
“You okay?” he asks, eyeing me up and down.
I nod wordlessly as I take off my jacket and hang it on a hook with the vacuum hose wrapped around it. Now that the danger has passed, my body is buzzing, and I feel so alive. So invigorated after my rain shower.
Noah is scowling at his phone screen. “Fuck. It looks like this rain won’t be stopping until late afternoon.” He shakes his head and clenches his jaw. “I should have checked before we left.”
“It’s not your fault.”
“It’s my responsibility to get you safely to Louisville.”
I can practically feel the tension radiating off him. He wouldn’t be worried if he were alone, but because he feels responsible for me, he looks uncharacteristically stressed. But I can help him with that. I know the perfect way to alleviate the tension.
“Hey, Noah?” I say after I remove my boots and I’m standing against the wall in my bare feet and rain-soaked denim.
He pockets his phone and looks over, distracted. “Yeah?”
I give him my most seductive smile and grab the hem of my T-shirt, inching the cotton up my body before tugging it off and tossing it aside.
His gaze is heated as he stalks toward me. “What are you doing?”
I reach for the zipper of my jeans without answering and slide it down then lick my lips. “We promised each other all our firsts…” My back hits the wall, and he’s caging me in, his gaze flitting from my eyes to my mouth and back to my eyes. “But there’s still something we’ve never done…”
“And what’s that?”
“Sex on the back of a motorcycle.”
“Someone might see you.”
I doubt very much that he cares if anyone sees us. “Who’s going to come to a car wash in the rain?” I scoff. “What’s wrong?” I taunt. “Scared?”
He studies my face for a moment before a slow smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. “You sure you can handle it?”
“I can handle anything you’ve got so do your best.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Hayley
Rough hands pushmy jeans down my legs, and he drops to his knees before me, a calloused palm skimming down the back of my calf and wrapping around my ankle. He lifts my right foot, freeing it from my jeans and presses his lips to the arch before planting it on the ground and lifting my left foot, his eyes on mine as warm, capable lips literally kiss the feet I walk on. It sends delicious shivers up and down my spine and makes my stomach flutter.
It's such an odd thing, really. Feet aren’t that sexy but when Noah is holding my foot in his big hand, his eyes at half-mast, it feels like the sexiest thing in the world.
He moves up my body, lips brushing my skin and I buck when he presses his thumb against my clit through the cotton.
“Touch yourself,” he says, hooking my leg over his shoulder and moving my panties aside. “Squeeze your nipples.”
I slide my hands up my stomach and cup my breasts in my hands, squeezing my nipples between my thumb and forefinger while he grips my hips, fingers biting into the skin as he gentlybites my clit and I moan, my back arching off the wall, my fingers squeezing and twisting the hardened peaks of my nipples.
“You’re so wet it’s dripping down your thighs,” he rasps as he drags his fingers through the slick folds, making me writhe.
“Oh God.” His tongue replaces his fingers, and my eyes roll back in my head and I’m digging my fingers into his hair, my legs shaking and I’m so close. So close.
