My cock agrees with my want, and jumps in my own sweats, tingling with the release of pre-cum.
Noah has always been able to arouse me to unbearable heights with the slightest of glances. Hell, just looking at him can make me ache for his touch and my body ignites by just the slightest embrace. His absence has made me crave him all the more.
“You sure you want me to talk about Eric?” he asks, breaking into my thoughts. His eyes on my groin.
Closing my eyes for strength, I answer, “Yes.”
“Hmm...” He pauses as he gives my groin a pointed stare before meeting my gaze, and continuing, “I met Eric in North Carolina, in a bar.” He laughs. “I’d been working on a building site not far from the bar, and there’d been some stealing going on. I happened to be in the wrong place at the right time, and caught the bastards red handed. This was the job I’d been finishing out before heading back here. Anyway, after they were caught, the guys took me to a bar to celebrate. We weren’t exactly quiet. At some point Eric introduced himself, and we talked. By the end of the night, he’d asked me to help him out on your site. How could I refuse?” he pauses, “I kept quiet about my history with you because I wanted to see your face when you first saw me. I didn’t want you to be prepared. I wanted to see your reaction when you realized it was me, and that I was standing before you. I’d been prepared to see you again, when in actual fact I wasn’t prepared at all...” His voice trails away and he stares out at the yard. “God, I missed you,” he growls.
“Oh boy. What the fuck are we going to do? I want you...on the McKenzie site.”
And in my bed.
By the burning glance he casts my way, he knows what I want to say.
“Do you have a place to stay in Lexington?”
He hesitates, and then answers, “Not yet.”
“You can stay with me, but in the guest room.”
He frowns and I see a flash of stubbornness as his jaw tightens. He doesn’t like that idea. His eyes focus on everything but me.
“Okay,” he whispers after his silent war with his humility. “I deserve that, and I certainly don’t expect you to accept me back just like that.” He laughs. “Even though I wish you would.”
“I’m not the same guy you walked out on, Noah. I’m not the same pushover that you were used to.” I get to my feet and start pacing back and forth.
I come to an abrupt halt when Noah stands in front of me and stops my sharp pacing.
“I never,” he pokes me in the chest, “took you for a pushover. We were both in that relationship. You’re the one who kept it hidden when I would have shouted it from the rooftops.”
Noah turns away. I reach out and grab for his arm but miss as my hand grazes his hip. We both catch our breath and freeze.
Unable to stop myself, I step into his space, my front pressing against his back as a shudder runs through Noah. I lean forward and press my lips to the top of his spine as my hand slips further around his hips. Nudging against the crown of his erection with my fingertips, I pause, wanting to go that one-step closer to paradise. It will only take one encouraging move from Noah for me to reach into his sweats to stroke him.
My own erection is throbbing between the cheeks of Noah’s ass. My body screams at me to give in to what I need…what we both need. Unfortunately, my brain won’t shut down and it doesn’t want to risk screwing anything up by jumping straight back into sex with him. No matter how much our bodies disagree, I have to think with my brain.
Inhaling, I breathe his unique scent into my lungs. Placing a kiss to the back of his neck, I gently rub the leaking tip of his cock with my finger before forcing myself to step back.
Noah runs an unsteady hand through his hair and disappears back into the cabin without saying anything. I watch him go and fight the urge to follow him. It isn’t until his flavor bursts on my tongue that I realize I’m sucking my finger as though I can’t get enough.
Turning, I grip the porch railing with my hands…so tightly that my knuckles are white from the force. I drop my head and breathe through the pain of my own raging arousal.
Chapter Four
Ramon
Walking through the door into the outer office, my stomach is full of nerves because I know Sylvia is going to be sitting behind her desk.
I would love to have been able to put off coming into the McKenzie offices as soon as I’d gotten back if I could. But I’ve been away too long for any excuse to really make a difference.
The door closes behind me with a soft click but it’s enough to draw her eyes to mine. I stand there, face to face with Sylvia.
She’s beautiful as always.
I don’t miss the once over she gives me.