Chapter 9

Never, not once, did his fingers stray to the button and zipper on my jeans.

Never, not once, did his mouth stray to my denim mound. He didn’t squeeze my hard, jean-covered dick between his teeth or suck me through the material with a relentless desire.

Never, not once, did I offer for him to spend the night so he could continue his seduction of me.

He wrecked me.

I wanted to be wrecked.

Damn, it turned out to be the hottest evening in my uncle’s cabin I remember.

* * * *

We stopped making out on the sofa, and he stood, hard in his navy uniform, the outline of his erection prominent. Noah wiped the back of his right hand across his mouth, blinked, and shook his head.

“You made me hard.”

“You wanted me to make you hard.”

“I have to leave and get into the cold.”