Wiping her thumb through his slit, she made him groan. And then she edged under his clothes to the heat of him and gripped him hard.
“Fuck.” He ripped down the front of her dress and exposed her breasts. “Gimme.”
Fury bent to suck her, nipping and tugging at her tits, and the moisture between her legs grew. He laved her breasts with attention, making her squirm while she played with his thick cock. Then he returned his mouth to her lips, kissing her with raw desire. He held nothing back, and his honest need took her breath away.
She pushed his trousers apart and pumped his shaft. The delicious things he did to her with his mouth deserved a reward. With her other hand, she cupped his balls, rubbing the firm sac with a sensual touch. Her fingers grazed his ass, teasing but not quite penetrating his anus. And all the while she stroked him, prodding him closer and closer to orgasm.
Fury pulled away from her mouth and stared down at her with a fire in his eyes. “Darlin’, yes. Oh fuck. Here I come.” He pulsed in her hand, a wash of warm seed covering her fingers as he shuddered in an intense orgasm.
“So pretty in your pleasure, aren’t you?” Her husky laugh sounded rusty, raw.
Unfamiliar…
Lara’s eyes widened, and she blinked—right into Noah’s astonished stare. His cheeks looked flushed. He was breathing hard.
“Holy shit. I wasn’t alone in that. I mean, with what I saw. You were there. You saw it too.”
Lara wondered what the hell had just happened. When she’d been young, before she’d learned to ignore the ghostly whispers, she’d heard voices. But never had she been so involved with a scene like that, where she’d seen it as if through her own eyes. Where she felt like she’d actually been there. She couldn’t help looking down at Noah’s crotch, expecting to see him naked and covered in cum. Instead she saw a prominent bulge between his legs.
“Lara, we need to talk.” He took a deep breath and shifted his stance.
“No kidding.” She tried to calm her breathing. That scene had felt so real. As if she’d held Noah—no, Finn—in her hands. She could smell his musk, could feel the rigidity of his arousal under her fingers. His heat, thick and hard and ready. For her.
Lara sat down at her desk and clasped her head in her hands. “Oh my God. What is happening to me?” She wanted nothing more than to feel Noah deep inside her. Stroking in and out, taking her to climax as he exploded within her. She looked up at him, determined to ignore the heat rushing to her cheeks. “How did you see all that? Because you did see them touching. Together. Right?”
He sat on the bench across from the desk and grimaced before subtly spreading his legs. “Oh yeah. I saw it all.”
He kept his gaze away from her, and for that she was grateful. She feared if he gave her the slightest encouragement, she’d be all over him. Lara didn’t do casual sex, but she was all for making an exception in Noah’s case. Though she didn’t know him, they had an indefinable chemistry. Good Lord, did they ever.
“You okay?” His gruff voice caused her to tremble, and he wasn’t even trying to be sexy.
“I think so. I’m not sure what happened there, but I’m me. Not her. Not that I was before, but it felt—”
“Real.”
She nodded, wishing her nipples weren’t so hard. If he’d only touch them, squeeze them, order her to her knees… She squirmed in her seat and folded her arms across her chest. Stop thinking about sex, Lara. Right now!
Noah closed his eyes and took several deep breaths. Then he opened them and looked at her as if nothing out of the ordinary had just occurred. Calm, in control, as if what he’d seen hadn’t affected him in the slightest.
“Lara, before that…distraction…I wanted to talk to you. You’re tied to the reason I’m here, even though I wish to hell you weren’t.”
That stung, especially after what they’d just shared. Not shared, seen, she told herself.
He continued. “This whole town is full of the past.”
Lara didn’t understand Noah at all. How could he go from sexually aroused to stoic so fast? Because despite evidence of his erection, he didn’t display one iota of passion on his face. “Please, explain. I’m all ears.”
He ran a hand through hair that needed a cut. A disheveled jerk with a body like a god, wrapped up in a button-down shirt that needed to see the underside of an iron.
“This is going to sound totally unbelievable, but considering what just happened, you might want to keep an open mind.”
And open legs. My, sugar, you sure are handsome.
By the look on Noah’s face, he’d heard the voice too. She blinked. “Y-you heard that?”
“I hear all sorts of things. I see them too. Especially in places like this. But I don’t understand how you heard it.”
“What do you mean, ‘places like this’?”
“This is going to sound strange, but then, none of this is normal.” He sighed. “Have you ever heard of retrocognition? It’s the opposite of precognition, and it’s something I’m really good at—the ability to read the past. Some places are full of stories. History that’s so rich and real, it feels like it’s happening right now.”
His face relaxed, and his eyes took on a dreamy, faraway look.
“The minute I stepped foot in town, I felt the miners toiling, saw the merchants haggling over a fair price while the proper ladies yelled at the whores near the saloon.” He focused on her again. “The Lady Fine Saloon.”
“You’re serious?”
“Yes.”
“But that’s—”
“About as impossible as watching a woman give the sexiest handjob I’ve ever seen? Or hearing the woman talk directly to me?”
He had a point.
“So am I haunted? Is that it? Do you think I’m possessed by this woman?”
“Who the hell knows?” His gaze fell to her lips, and he hurriedly glanced away. “I’m pretty sure she’s Lady Fine. I saw her in you when we first met. You look alike, and a few times, I’ve seen a ghostly overlay, as if her spirit is over you. Like a vision of the past. She’s there, but she’s not. And now she’s talking to me.”
He seemed fascinated and watched Lara like a curiosity he’d just found under his microscope.
“I am so confused, my brain hurts.”
“I see visions of the past. When I first arrived on Friday, upstairs in my room—you know this used to also be a brothel, right?”
She nodded, wondering what he’d seen. His cheeks flushed, and his eyes darkened. The blazing look of hunger in his eyes returned. His gaze traveled from her eyes to her breasts and settled; then he glanced away again.
He took even breaths, as if fighting for control. “Friday night, not two seconds after being in my room, I saw all kinds of things. Men and women in bed, on the floor, you name it.”
“On the floor?” Her voice rose embarrassingly high.
“Fucking like rabbits. It’s a lot to take in, let me tell you.”
“Good Lord. What about now? Are you seeing them now?” If he’d seen before what she’d just been treated to, it made sense he’d been gone for three days. Probably gorging himself on the many available women in town. They’d line up for a bite of Noah. Though he didn’t seem socially polished, he exuded raw sex appeal. A rough-and-tumble man, if a woman was brave enough to take him on. The surge of jealousy accompanying the realization disturbed her more than the thought itself.
“I’ve been concentrating to shield myself so I won’t be bombarded by images anymore. What we just saw—I have no idea what that was.” He rubbed his jaw. “It’s not easy, not in a place like this, where yesterday is so mixed in with the present. What just happened surprised me.”