Page 13 of Sweet Valentine

“We can end tonight right here, you know?” Noah says softly, taking me out of my head. I look over and see the soft smile on his lips as he takes my fingers and twines them with his. “I can see the wheels turning in your head and, sweetheart, we don’t have to do anything. As much as I would love to go inside and finish what we started earlier, that’s not why I’m here. That’s not why I asked you out every day for a week, and that’s not why I took you to one of the best restaurants in town.”

“Then why did you?” I don’t know why I’m questioning his motives. He’s never given me any reason to doubt him, but the question came out before I could stop myself.

He smiles that sweet smile that I’m learning is only directed at me, and takes my hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing it softly. “Val, you are an amazing woman. Not only are you incredibly beautiful, funny, and one heck of a baker, but you work harder than anyone I have ever seen. You dedicate your life to making delicious treats for everyone else, with no regard to what that workload does to you.” I just stare at him, our eyes locked. He untangles our fingers, bringing his up to trace the line of my jaw. “You work so hard, and I just wanted to take you somewhere where you didn’t have to think about ingredients, measurements, or what you have to do next. I just wanted you to have the chance to be Valentina for a night. Not Val from Val’s Sweet Treats.” And just like that, all my hesitancy about Noah vanishes.

“Val? What are you doing?” he asks, his eyes tracking my every move as I get up on my knees and carefully crawl over the center console to straddle his lap.

“Something I’ve been fighting for a damn week,” I mutter as my lips meet his in a kiss I’ve been dying for since we left for the restaurant. It only takes a moment, but once Noah realizes what I want, what I need, he attacks, taking my face in his hands and bringing me impossibly closer.

“Fuck, sweetheart, are you sure?” he asks, his hands hooking into my hair, pulling to give him easier access. He slowly traces his tongue down the line of my throat, sucking lightly at my pulse until I’m quivering in his arms. My fingers grip his hair, pulling him, needing him closer.

“Yes…” I moan, trying to keep my head, but the feeling of his lips on my skin and the grip he has on my tresses sends me into a frenzy. “I need you…I need to feel you,” I mutter as my fingers untangle themselves from his hair and lower to his belt, grasping the edge of his waistband.

“Val, let’s go inside,” he whispers while kissing up the side of my throat, nibbling at my lobe and sending shivers through my entire body. But I shake my head.

“No, I need you right here, right now.” I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I’m not an exhibitionist, I don’t like the fact that anyone could walk by and catch us, but the idea of stopping sends me into a panic. If we stop now, I’ll chicken out, I know it. My head will take over, and I’ll think of some excuse for why this won’t work, why I shouldn’t fuck him.

No. I need to see that look in his eyes again. The one of pure lust from earlier. The expression I now crave.

“Val, I can’t do what I want to you in this fucking car. I need you laid out, spread wide so I can take my fill.” He grunts as my fingers find the zipper of his jeans and pull, undoing them. His eyes leave mine as they watch my digits delve deeper, finding his hardened cock as I stroke him through his boxers. His breathing becomes labored as I stroke harder and faster.

“And you’ll get to do that,” I say as his eyes find mine, and my lips graze his. I take his bottom lip between my teeth as I groan at the feel of his fingers gripping my ass, bringing my core closer and closer to what I want most. I release his cock and bring my hand up to frame his face. “But right now, I want to fuck you like I’ve thought about for a week. I don’t need romance right now, Noah. I need to know what your cock feels like deep inside me.” His sounds spur me on as he lifts his ass, and I pull his pants past his hips.

“Baby, are we really gonna do this?” he asks as I push past his boxers once more and take hold of his hardened cock. His head leans back against the headrest, a moan escaping as his hands tighten their hold on my ass, and I grind my heat against him.

“Noah…please,” I beg, feeling his hands as they travel up my sides and pull the straps of my dress down, revealing my breasts.

“I know exactly what you need, baby,” he mutters before taking one of my nipples into his mouth and biting, hard. My body shudders at the feel of his tongue lapping at my hardened nub, and I dig into his hair, pulling him closer. He gives the same attention to the other nipple before his mouth returns to mine, and my body sags against the steering wheel. Before I have a chance to mutter my need for more, his hands graze lightly up my exposed thighs and stop at the hem of my dress. His eyes meet mine, and he cocks his head, stopping all movement.

“Oh no, you don’t,” I curse under my breath as I take one of his hands and bring it where I need him most. Noah’s body freezes as his fingers graze my very wet and very sheer panties.

“Baby, you are so ready for me,” he groans as his head drops to my chest. He doesn’t kiss me, doesn’t move, all he does is sit there, his hand pressed against my pussy as he takes deep breaths.

“Noah?” I whisper, feeling his fingers flex against me. I shudder, knowing he’s fighting himself. “I want this. I need this.” He lifts his head, his eyes meeting mine. The look of pure lust staring back at me makes me come undone.

“Jesus, you do, don’t you?” Without warning, his hand strips through the lace fabric of my panties, and his fingertips trace the edges of my pussy. I know I should check the street, make sure none of my neighbors are getting a show, but I can’t bring myself to take my eyes off Noah’s hand between my legs. The last thing I need is rumors flying just as my bakery gains traction, but goddamn, the feeling of his fingers sliding through my arousal is too damn good. Too incredible. So, I just lean back and watch.

His eyes travel up my body until they land on my mouth. That’s when things go from zero to one hundred. His mouth attacks mine as he plunges his fingers into my heat. His tongue demands entrance. I don’t know what to concentrate on first: the feel of his tongue tangling with mine, or the way his fingers curl inside me, making that come-hither motion that sends bolts of electricity straight through my body.

“Fuck, Noah…” I can hear the sounds escaping my mouth. I’m riding his fingers as if I’m afraid the sensation will fade into oblivion. My head falls forward as his movements slow. I know he wants this as much as I do, I can see that in the way his cock twitches with every stroke of his fingers.

“Touch me, sweetheart, please. I need you to touch me,” he begs as my fingers graze the underside of his cock, making him moan so loudly, I wonder if my neighbors can hear. “I need to feel you,” he says right before he takes his cock from my hands and places it at my entrance. Before he can say anything, I sink down, hard.

“Jesus…” he mumbles, his head falling back once again.

“You’re so…big,” I curse as I still, needing to acclimate to his size. “If I knew you were packing this the whole time, I would have jumped you a week ago.” He laughs, making me sink further onto his cock.

“I need you to move, sweetness,” he growls, his hands grabbing my ass, his fingers digging into the flesh until I shift forward. “Yes, just like that…” I start to move on my own, slow at first until one of his hands grabs the nape of my neck and brings my lips to his.

I moan at the feel of him against me, and before I know it, he sets a staggering pace. “Yes, yes, yes!” I chant the faster I move. I can feel the heat traveling up my body, and I know I’m seconds away from ecstasy.

“I can feel you squeezing me, sweetness. I need you to come for me. I need you to come on my cock so I can fuck you like I need to.” I sigh at the words, grinding harder and harder against him. Just as his teeth gently bite into my neck, I explode. The orgasm cascades over every inch of my body, sending shudders through me. “Yes. You feel insane right now, squeezing me like a vise.” Noah grunts as his hands grip my hips, stilling me. “You ready?” he asks just as he plants his feet on the floorboard of the car and starts to fuck me.

“Oh, God, Noah!” I scream just as he hits that spot that sends me over the edge once more. It doesn’t take long before his cock grows, and just as my orgasm fades, Noah stills under me, groaning in pleasure.

“Well, that was unexpected.” Noah grunts as I lift myself off him and make my way over to the passenger side. “Shit…” he mutters as my eyes catch his nervous ones.

“What?” I ask as he gestures to his cock, which is glistening with the evidence of our tryst. It takes me a moment to get what he’s trying to say, then it hits me. We forgot the condom.

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