His intent was clear. He wanted me to come back to his apartment. For what, thought? What was he going to be doing that could get him into so much trouble?
Worthington’s words echoed through my head. Noah Cutler is his own worst enemy. We’re going to have to keep an eye on him, make sure he doesn’t mess up his own case.
“That’s impossible,” I said to Noah now, shoving my chin into the air. “I can’t be around you twenty-four seven.”
“Why not?” He moved forward, reached out and traced a line down my chin, over my lips, down my collarbone.
His eyes blazed, cool and icy blue. God, he was gorgeous. I’d never seen a man this gorgeous up close before. I’d had sex with him! He’d seen my half naked, he’d been inside me.
I felt my face flame.
Noah leaned forward, his face just inches from mine. “Are you thinking about what we did earlier, Charlotte?” he rasped. “Because I am.”
I shook my head. “No,” I lied. “I’m not thinking about what we did earlier.”
“You’re not?” he pressed. “You’re not thinking about what it felt like to kiss me, how your body felt against mine, how my hands felt on you?” He was moving closer now, his lips just inches from mine. “Because I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”
The pad of his thumb ran over my bottom lip, and the sensation drove me almost insane with lust.
“Come back to my apartment,” he said. “We can do whatever you want.”
“Whatever I want?” I repeated.
“Promise,” he said. “We’ll do whatever you want.”
I knew it was a lie. Noah Cutler wasn’t the kind of man who gave up control to anyone. He made the rules. He knew it. I knew it. And we both knew I was going to go back to his apartment with him anyway.
By the time we got there, I’d gotten control of myself. I’d had the chance to compose myself, and my heart had slowed just a tiny bit.
We took the elevator up to Noah’s apartment, on the 39th floor of an ultra-exclusive building right in Midtown.
“I’m not going to sleep with you again,” I said as the elevator began its ascent. “It would be extremely unprofessional of me.”
“Charlotte,” Noah said again, sighing. I still loved the way he said my name. “Why do you keep alluding to the fact that we’re going to be sleeping together? I haven’t said any such thing.”
“You said you couldn’t stop thinking about what we did earlier.”
“You mean when I lifted your dress and fucked you in public?”
“Yes.” I should have been offended that he was saying the words out loud, but all they did was turn me on.
When we stepped off the elevator into the hallway, Noah stopped outside the door to his apartment. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.
“Do what?”
“Come inside.”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“Because I’m about to be arrested for murder.”
“Did you do it?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.”
I rolled my eyes. “If you’re saying that, it means you didn’t.”
He unlocked the door and pushed it open, and we walked into his apartment. “Nice place,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant. Everything was gorgeous, done in shades of dark brown and light blue, all leather and cream and softness. Huge windows gave an expansive view of the city, and the lights outside twinkled in the darkness.
“Thank you. Would you like a drink?”
“No thanks.”
He moved to the couch and sat down, stared at me.
I sat down on the chair across from him, and asked myself again what the hell I was doing there. I’d been trying to justify it by telling myself it was because I wanted to make a good impression on Noah so that I could impress Worthington. But the truth was, right now, I didn’t give a crap about Worthington, or about law school, or anything. All I cared about was Noah.
I wanted to kiss him again, to feel his hands on my body. It seemed a sin that I’d only had him for a little bit of time.
“I really want to kiss you again,” he said matter-of-factly.
“No kissing,” I said.
“Why not?”
“Because you might be a murderer.”
“You really think I murdered someone?”
“I’m not sure,” I said. I smoothed my skirt down. “I don’t know anything about the crime.”
“Worthington didn’t tell you?”
“No.” I shook my head.
“Then you don’t know that I’m probably going to be arrested?”
“I thought you were just a suspect.”
“I’m a suspect because I’m the most likely one who did it.”
“You don’t seem upset.”
“I’m distracted.”
“By what?”
“The way your tits look in that shirt.”
I blushed at the way he just said things that were so blatantly sexual like that. Cock. Tits. Pussy. The words were foreign to me. Of course I’d heard them before, but usually only in movies. I certainly didn’t hear them every day, and I certainly didn’t say them.
“Will you stand up for me?” Noah asked. “I want to look at your body.”
I stood up.
“Turn around.”
I turned around. I loved that he was looking at me, that he was being so blatant about the fact that he was looking at me.
“God, you are sexy,” he breathed. “You’re getting my cock hard just looking at you.”
“Noah,” I said. “This is not … I mean, we really shouldn’t be.”
“Do you want to stop?”
I shook my head.
“Good. Turn around.”
I turned around.
“Now bend over.”
I bent over just a tiny bit.
“All the way,” Noah commanded. “All the way down and grab your ankles.” I did as I was told, feeling the cool air hit the bare skin of my ass. I was wearing a black thong, not the kind of thing I would usually wear, but when I wore a skirt, I was always afraid of panty lines.
“You are so fucking sexy,” Noah rasped. “Come here. Come to me.”
I got up and crossed the room to him, and he pulled me into his lap. His hand slid up my thigh, pushing my skirt with it.
His other hand slid up to the back of my head, and pushed me toward him. “I’m going to fuck you again, Charlotte,” he said. I could feel his cock hard against me, and I moaned. “This time I’m going to fuck you for a long time. Do you think you can handle it?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I said. “Please, I need you to fuck me.”
“Say my name.” He dipped a finger into my mouth and I sucked on it softly, watching his eyes blaze as I did it.
“Fuck me, Noah,” I whispered. “Please, I want you to fuck me.”
He kissed me then, softly, which was a surprise after all the dirty things he’d been saying to me. His tongue was warm and perfect, his mouth exploring mine, probing hungrily.