Page 77 of Here With Me

It was then I decided even if we couldn’t be together in public and had to keep it a secret, it was better than not having her at all.

I’ll deal with the consequences later. Even if they ruin me.

When I help Noah into her truck, my plan is to hold her hand and drive her home. Then I’ll walk her to the door, peck her cheek, and wish her sweet dreams.

But the reminder of living my life to the fullestnowechoes in my mind, and I know I can’t go another minute without tasting her lips.

So I lean over the middle console, cup her jaw, and tilt her face until her eyes lock with mine. Her surprised expression fills me with amusement because, between her body language and snarky comments, she’s wanted me to kiss her all night.

Now she looks like a deer in headlights.

“I want one thing to be clear. Just because we’re takin’ things slow and not tellin’ anyone doesn’t mean you aren’t mine.”

Before she can respond, I brush the pad of my thumb along her lower lip, and like a magnet, my mouth breaches hers.

The instant warmth jump-starts my heart, and I snake my palm around her neck, needing more. My fingers slide up the back of her head, grabbing a fistful of hair as my free hand slides between her thighs.

My thumb finds her clit, and when I rub it over the fabric, she releases a throaty moan, and I growl at her eager whimpers. Our tongues battle for control as short, breathy gasps echo between us. Her soft lips taste like heaven, and when I take her face in both palms, I deepen our connection.

“Mm. You taste like Buttery Nipples.”

She smiles against me. “Go lower to taste somethin’ even sweeter.”

“Fuck,” I whisper, moving my mouth to her ear and pausing my movements. “We need to get outta here before we get ourselves another PDA warnin’.”

I halfway expect Ian to return with his stupid flashlight and catch us a second time.

She giggles, and the sound goes straight to my already hard dick.

“At least we didn’t break into anythin’ this time.”

“We? That was all you, Goldie. I was just there for the ride.”

She arches a brow. “You sure didn’t mind when I fell to my knees.”

I swallow hard at the memory and shake my head at her deviant tone.

“Fuck no, I didn’t. But your brothers could come out here any minute, and I’d have to explain why my hand is in your panties, and your lipstick is smeared all over my face.”

Her little smirk makes me grin as she wipes my mouth and scruffy jawline. “There, no one would be the wiser.”

I bring my thumb up and lick her sweet juices off it. “Let’s get ya home.”

“Are you sure you don’t wanna come in?” Her taunting voice has me second-guessing my decision not to as she unlocks her front door. Her cottage is behind the main Hollis house but is hidden by trees, so there’s still privacy. The only other building nearby is the barn with their personal horses.

“No, but I’m not gonna anyway.” I lean against the doorframe once she opens it. She stands between my legs, and I capture her waist, pulling her closer. “If at any time you have doubts or change your mind about this, you tell me. Got it?”

“You tryin' to break up with me already?”

“No,” I say with a humorless laugh. “But I don’t want there to be a power imbalance between us because I’m older.”

“You work forme, Mr. Underwood. So if there’s an imbalance, it’s because you’re datin’ your much younger boss.”

I lick my lower lip, amused with her thought process. “Mr. Hollis is my boss.”

“Okay, sotechnicallyhe is...but inactuality, everyone works with my schedule, includin’ you.” Then she points her finger at my chest. “So I am, in fact, your boss, which means I get to tell ya what to do.” She pokes me with each word for emphasis. “And I’m tellin’ you to come inside and have your dirty way with me.”

I thumb her chin, tilting her head up so I can brush her lips with mine. “You’re a bad influence on me,Noah Hollis.”