Rock the Heart
Page 31

I lean in and trace his top lip with my tongue. “I’ve missed you,” I whispered.
Noel’s mouth takes mine—our kisses deep and frenzied. I wrap my legs around his waist and grind my pelvis into his. The wood rail is rough against my butt through my jeans. He pulls back and sucks in a quick breath through his teeth. “Are you sure?”
His forehead rests against mine. The need to kiss him some more is overwhelming. I smile and yank his face back to me.
Noel grabs the hem of his black t-shirt and yanks it over his head. He tosses it on the dock. His bare chest is a wondrous sight to behold. The tips of my fingers glide down his pecs and stop to linger on his well defined abs.
Noel quirks his right, pierced eyebrow and wears the most devilish smile I’ve ever seen. “You like those, huh?”
My tongue darts out, wetting my lips before I chew on my bottom one. Of course I like it. What red-blooded woman wouldn’t? He’s damn near perfect. I was out of my mind when I walked out on him before.
His lips claim mine, and his tattooed arms pull me in tight. Noel lets out a growl in my mouth, and it’s unbelievably sexy to know I caused it to happen. I grab the waistband of his jeans and pop open the button. He groans as I slowly unzip them and reach inside. “No underwear?”
He shakes his head and then traces my top lip with his tongue. “They always seem to get in the way.”
I giggle as he kisses my throat. “Uh-huh? You mean like right now?” I wrap my fingers around the base of him and give a tight squeeze.
He sucks in air through his teeth. “Jesus. Exactly like right now.”
I withdraw my hand from his jeans and lick my fingers and the palm of my hand. Noels eyes widen. “Since when did you get so kinky?”
I shrug. “Since when did you decide underwear was a bad thing?”
I shove my hand back inside his jean and begin to stroke his considerable length. He gasps. “Point taken.”
His flesh is warm and solid in my hand. My hand barely wraps around it he’s so big.
My pace increases, and Noel’s breathing grows steady in my ear. He wraps his long fingers around my wrist. “I’m already too damn excited. If you keep that up, I won’t be able to hold back much longer.” I slow my motion down, and he kisses my lips. “That’s it, baby. I wanna make this last. No need to rush.”
His words send a thrill through every inch of me. I can’t believe I’m this turned on already. The moisture in my panties presses against my skin. Noel’s hand slides under my shirt and trails its way up to my breast. All I can think about is him touching me.
“It’s been so long since I’ve been with anybody real,” he says between kisses.
That statement makes me wonder just how many non-real people he’s been with. He is a rock star for God’s sake. The numbers are probably well into the hundreds.
My stomach turns a little at the thought of these lips all over tons of different women, and I fight back the urge to throw him off of me based on the principal alone. Sleeping with him tonight wasn’t my intention when I came out here. I figured we’d talk—figure things out. Instead, we’d barely talked five minutes before we’d gone straight into sex like we used to after a fight in this exact same spot.
“Noel…” His name slips out of my mouth almost like a moan. I meant it to come out stern so he would get the point maybe this wasn’t a good idea until we talked a little, but it totally didn’t sound that way. It sounded encouraging, like my body is enjoying his touch too much to turn him away.
I open my mouth to tell him to slow down, and right on cue my cell phone rings in my pocket. “Your mother is calling. Answer your phone. I’ll just keep calling.”
Noel laughs at my stupid ring tone for my mom as I reach in my pocket and hit ignore.
He sweeps my hair away from my neck and trails his nose against my skin. “Mmmmm, I’m tempted to just eat you right here.”
“Noel—”
“Your mother is calling. Answer your phone. I’ll just keep calling.” I roll my eyes and hit ignore again.
Noel rests his forehead against mine. “Maybe you should call her back. Could be important.”
I sigh and pull the phone out of my pocket. Mothers.
Mom answers on the first ring. “Lanie? Where are you? Are you all right?”
I roll my eyes again. “Calm down, Mom. I’m fine. Really.”
Noel snuggles against me and kisses my cheek while I explain to Mom that I am out on the boat dock with Noel.
She sighs with relief. “Thank God you’re alright. I saw your car in the driveway and knew you hadn’t come in the house and started to panic. There are some real crazies out there, you know. You scared me to death.”
“Well, don’t worry. I’m perfectly fine. We’ll be there in a couple of minutes,” I say just before I tell her goodbye and hang up.
Noel’s lip pokes out a little, and he gives me puppy dog eyes. “You’re going to leave me like this?”
I place a hand on his chest. “I’m sorry, Noel. This just feels really fast, plus this whole job thing is still going on.”
His thumb caresses by cheek, and his eyes roam over me. I study every inch of his face. It’s so beautiful, and the sad look in his eyes will haunt me for the rest of my life. This rejection is not the best way to end our reunion, but I’m not sure sleeping with him is any better of a choice. I can’t let him think I’m like all of his random groupies.