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He could be a total dog when it came to Noelle, but he could also restrain himself.
A bit.
“We can order out and just sit around the table at my place.”
Her whole expression lit up. “Okay! Sounds great.”
She crossed to her closet and took out a hoodie to wear over her tank top and shorts. It was a little cold outside after sundown and even though they were going to go from her door to his truck and then from the truck to his door, he certainly didn’t want her to be cold.
As Noelle shrugged it on, he lifted a brow and leaned in.
When she pushed the bottom hem of the hoodie down to her hips, she looked up and gasped.
He was right there, almost nose to nose with her.
“I’ve been wondering where that hoodie disappeared to.”
She wrapped her arms around her body and her smile became more of a grimace. “Sorry.”
He reached out, putting his hands on her hips. He smoothed his hands down to her thighs until he had his skin against hers. The movement brought his cheek against hers and then he leaned in to whisper into her ear.
“I like seeing you in it.”
He heard her swallow, he didn’t need to see it.
He also heard her breaths shallow out, hitching in her throat.
“I’m also hoping you’ll let me take it off you.”
There was a squeak of noise and Noelle stumbled back a little.
She was just out of reach when he straightened up and looked at her.
“Too much?”
She hesitated for a moment and then shook her head.
He smiled at her and held out his hand. “Come on, babe. Let’s get you some food and I’ll rub your shoulders for a bit.”
Noelle lifted her chin and met his gaze with a look that seemed to carry more of challenge than he’d seen from her before. “A bit? I’m hoping you rub more than that.”
She smiled at him and squared her shoulders, lowering her arms to her side.
He had a feeling that she hadn’t intended for the gesture to pull his hoodie across her chest, but it did, reminding him that moments earlier her tank top made it clear that she didn’t have a bra on under it.
He’d filed that thought away for later, but later turned out to be before they’d even gotten out the door.
Fuck him.
He was going to have to hide his hard on from her mother.
His observational skills were sometimes more trouble than a help.
“Come on, McCrae.” She moved past him, hooking her arm through his. “Feed me and then rub me.”
Her laughter left him uncomfortably turned on as they stepped out of her bedroom and quietly moved down the hall toward the side door.
They could leave through the garage and that was likely as big of a break as he was going to get.
