CHAPTER 2

NOAH

He didn’t speak. Just reached up and touched my jaw with those rough, oil-stained fingers.

I froze.

“You’ve been looking at me for weeks, Noah.”

“No, I— I wasn’t—”

His hand slid down my chest. My stomach.

“You think I don’t notice those stares? The way you watch me work?”

“I didn’t mean to—”

“Yeah,” he murmured. “You did.”

His fingers hooked into the waistband of my briefs.

“You hard?”

I bit my lip. ...