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She looked up at him through her lashes and saw that he wasn’t paying attention to much.
His eyes were closed, his lips parted.
Noelle curled her tongue around his thumb and heard his breath catch in his throat.
This was powerful.
Shefeltpowerful.
This man who could take down a person twice his size without breathing hard, but here he was, trying to catch his breath, because of her.
Because of what she was doing to him.
Noelle reached out her hand and wrapped it around his wrist. His arm tensed at her touch and she sucked on his thumb, putting a little pressure on the underside of his finger.
McCrae moaned deep in his throat and Noelle felt the skin all over her body start to tingle.
Shifting forward, she opened her mouth a little and took his thumb deeper into her mouth, rubbing her tongue along his skin.
“Fuuuck.”
She smiled and the motion of her mouth must have done something to him, because she felt the muscles in his arm tense.
Noelle looked up and saw the muscles in his throat tighten.
She sucked on his thumb watching his expression, loving every nuance.
Loving that she could do this to him.
She reached her free hand to his waist, tugging on his zipper.
Noelle was fairly sure that he didn’t even know what she was doing until she reached her hand in and slipped her fingers in through the fly of his boxer briefs.
He sat up then, his eyes opening wide.
“Babe,” he reached down and wrapped his hand around her wrist holding her still. “Careful.”
“I’ve been careful, McCrae.”
Her fingers wrapped around him and she felt the heat of his skin against hers, the heavy weight of him against her palm.
“I like what I’m doing.” To prove her point, she gave his cock a gentle squeeze and moved her hand up toward the tip.
“Fuck, baby.” He gripped her wrist almost to the point of pain, but she didn’t say a word.
She didn’t try to push him away.
She knew he wouldn’t hurt her.
McCrae wasn’t like that.
“Honey,” he ground out his words through clenched teeth, “if you don’t stop what you’re doing...”
His voice trailed off as she turned her hand, trailing her fingertips against the skin of his abdomen.
“I think...” He groaned again. “I know I’m going to cream my pants.”
She smiled at his words and how strangled they sounded in his throat.
