Holy shit.
Is my dreamy blind date really about to give me my first orgasm? In the middle of a restaurant? Earth to
Lucky: have you lost your mind? No. But I have discovered the key to my Irish wild side. His name is Noah Steel.
When the universe delivers this much hotness into your evening, sometimes you just have to go with it. My
whole life, I’ve toed every single line it’s possible to toe. I’ve never done something so wild and reckless that it
rocks my world. This beautiful stranger feels like he’s been put here just for me, to do exactly that.
Behind his eyes there’s a d epth and a dark, playful sense of humor I’m half in love with already. He’s a
once-in-a-lifetime discovery, you can just tell: that rare phenomenon where your personalities click and your
pheromones mingle in a perfect, sparked harmony. The crazy sex appeal only compounds my problem. Not to
mention the six-foot-something, beefed-up masculinity on steroids.
Noah’s warm hand slides higher up my thigh. He leans closer and my lips part because I can barely breathe.
The anticipation becomes everything about me.
Very gently, one of his hands slides around the nape of my neck as the other slides even further up my thigh.
He’s big, ridiculously strong and
controlling in the best kind of way. Quivering excitement pools in the slippery d epths of my body. I can feel
that my panties are saturated.
Help. His scratchy jaw brushes against my cheek. Then his lips settle over mine and exert a gentle pressure,
opening my mouth with his. Lust- drugged, I take him willingly. God, he tastes good. Like mint and champagne,
like love and magic. With his other hand, his fingers glide over my panties, slowly centering. There.
Oh my god. “You are wet, baby girl,” he murmurs, amusement and lust adding to the smoky allure of his
voice. “You sure you want this? Because I’m about to slide my fingers under these ruined panties, Irish. And once
I do, there’s no telling how far I’ll go. I might even have to slide inside, to see how slippery that sweet virgin pussy
is for me.” He growls this as he continues to rub me gently with his rough fingers. Flutters of de ep, insanely
pleasurable warmth are teasing heat in one forward direction.
His movements slow. No. I need him to ke ep going. I look into those sparkling, dark-lit blue eyes and I realize
he’s waiting for me to beg. I’m practically slumped against his big body in our cozy private booth and I don’t care.
I don’t care about anything exc ept what he’s doing to me. “Please.” I need whatever tidal wave he’s building to
give me what it’s promising. “Please, Noah Steel.”
I don’t know why I say his whole name. His fake name. This game we’re playing doesn’t feel like a game
anymore. It never really did. It feels like the realest thing in the world.
“That’s my good girl. Always say yes. You’re getting good at this.” Noah kisses me. His tongue slides de eper,
tasting me unhurriedly. The kiss is sweet and hot and incredibly self-assured.
Noah Steel knows how to freaking kiss. I really am embarrassingly inexperienced. I’ve kissed a few boys, but
it was always in a perfunctory kind of way. Two at strictly-chaperoned dances in high school. Three good night
kisses after awkward first dates in college I knew would never lead to a second. I was too distracted by the other
demands on my time. And none of those boys appealed to me at all. I was
always glad when the dates ended. I thought maybe I was just too uptight or too lonely or too fast-tracked by
my career circumstances to find a match.
This kiss isn’t like any of those. It’s a kiss that promises everything. Not only tonight or the weekend, but all
of it. It’s the kind of kiss that makes you believe that lust is the perfect wave but love is the ocean.
I can’t explain it. All I know is that neither one of us is hesitating. There’s no fumbling or rushing, just a
hunger that’s wildly sure of itself and perfectly in sync.
His fingers slide under the lace of my panties. It’s simply the most profound thing that’s ever happened to me
in my life. His fingers swirl over my clit, teasing in small, slow-moving circles, pinching and squeezing with
gentle, expert precision. Dipping inside me before continuing his slippery caresses.
Oh my god, it’s happening. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs. “So sweet and fucking ready for me, Irish.”
His tongue pushes into my mouth as the curl of pleasure he’s working with his fingers reaches a crazily high
peak, then breaks into tight, shattering bursts of pure, mind-blowing ecstasy. He catches my moan. “That’s my
girl,” he’s murmuring. “My gorgeous little Lucky.”
Noah works my pleasure unhurriedly, his mouth and his hands playing me like Yo Yo Ma plays his goddamn
cello.
I’m drunk on him. I think I might be in love with him. My body adores him, spasming in long, lush ripples.
As the rapture slowly starts to calm, I let my fingers wander across the rough surface of his jaw. He kisses me
with a tender need that feels almost like adoration, like he’s as drugged as I am.
“Noah,” I say softly. “Yeah?” His voice is de ep and rasped. “That was...” I can’t even speak. I’m still riding
the intense, lingering rushes.
“... just the beginning, baby girl. It gets even better.” “It does?” I manage to gasp. “Of course it does.” Holding
my gaze, Noah licks his fingers. “Let’s get started on the next one of those wildest dreams.”