“Did Katie ever mention anything about anyone she was having problems with? A boyfriend, maybe?”
“Katie didn’t have a boyfriend.” His hands moved up over my calves, his fingertips brushing my skin lightly. When he got to the bottom of my skirt, he pushed it up a little more.
“Noah,” I said, pushing it back down. “I need to ask you these questions. It’s for Professor Worthington. If I don’t get at least a little bit of information from you, I’m going to get in trouble. You don’t want me to get in trouble, do you?”
“Depends.” He slid my legs back down to the floor and grabbed my hips, pulling me even closer. He lowered his head, his lips tracing a searing line of soft kisses over my neck. “How much trouble? It might be worth it.”
I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning as his mouth moved up my jaw line, his stubble brushing against my cheeks. His lips made their way to mine and he kissed me slow and deep, his hands finding my hair and tangling with the strands. He kissed me and kissed me and kissed me some more, until I was breathless.
“Noah,” I breathed, pulling back from him. “Please…”
“Please what?” he asked. His hands moved from my hips up over the small of my back, his nails digging into my skin through the fabric of my shirt as he moved higher. When he got to my shoulders, he pulled back and looked into my eyes, brushing a piece of hair off my face.
“Please… I need to do my job,” I said. But my voice was weak. I wanted to ask him more about his case, wanted to ask him who that woman was at his apartment last night, what was in the file she gave him, why she would give him a green scarf… but I was helpless to resist his touch. He had a power over me that made me lose myself in him.
“Your job is keeping me satisfied,” he growled.
I glanced down at my legal pad, not sure if he was taking about as a client or something more.
“Look at me,” he commanded, and I moved my gaze back to his, watching as the look in his eyes began to turn from soft and romantic to passionate and demanding. His hands found the top button of my shirt, and he began unbuttoning my blouse slowly, our eyes staying on each other until it was completely undone.
He reached up and slowly slid the fabric down over my shoulder, his fingertips brushing against my skin so gently that goose bumps broke out all over my body.
Then he was kissing me again, pulling me up from the chair and into his arms, pressing me against the back of his desk as his mouth moved against mine.
“Charlotte,” he moaned. “I missed you.”
I wanted to say that if he missed me, he shouldn’t have been so cold to me last night, but I didn’t want to risk him shutting down again, didn’t want to risk him taking this exquisite pleasure away from me.
So instead I surrendered myself to his kisses, to the feel of his hands sliding into my open shirt and over the cups of my bra, his hands strong and warm against my breasts. He cupped my ass again and pulled my body so it was flush against his, my legs wrapped around his waist.
My skirt was hiked up, and I could feel him, hard through his pants. He pulled me close, cradling me against him as he kissed me, his hands on either side of my face, until finally, he laid me back on his desk and pressed his body on top of mine.
He slid his tongue down over my neck, then kept going over my cleavage, over my stomach, until my whole body felt like it was on fire. He inched my skirt up, then grinned up at me devilishly as he removed my panties and spread my legs.
“Mmm,” he said, sliding a finger up inside of me. He lowered his head, kissing the inside of my thighs before spreading me open with his fingers. I could feel his breath on my spread open pussy, and he blew on it softly, causing me to whimper.
“Noah,” I said. “Please….”
“Please what, Charlotte?”
“Please, I want to feel your mouth on me.”
He reached up with one hand and grabbed my chin, squeezed it between his hands and slid a finger inside my mouth. I sucked on it hungrily.
“Say it again.”
“I want to feel your mouth on me.”
“Where do you want my mouth?”
“On my pussy.” The words sounded dirty. I’d never talked like this with anyone before Noah, and just the fact that I was doing it send a thrill up my spine. I wanted him so badly. I was wet, my knees trembling, my legs spread open for him.
He stood up, taking himself away from me, and I moaned in disbelief that he was going to do this again, that he was going to tease me, make me beg for him.
He stood over me as I lay there on the desk, looking at me.
Then he leaned down and kissed me hard and deep, biting my bottom lip softly as he pulled away again.
He reached under me and unhooked my bra, letting the cups loosen around my breasts before pulling my open shirt off my arms. Then he pulled my bra off and dropped it onto the floor.
My nipples were hard, standing straight up in two pebbled peeks, and Noah reached out and took my breasts in his hands, cupping them gently, his thumbs grazing my nipples, his pelvis pushed up against my bare pussy.
The hardness in his pants pushed against me, and I tried to grind into it.
“No,” he growled, grabbing my hips and holding me still. “Don’t. Or I’ll stop.”
I summoned all my willpower as he held me firmly in his grasp, knowing I had to stay still and quiet. It was torture, but the torture of not having him at all would be much worse.
He leaned down and kissed me again, our mouths moving in an exquisite rhythm. I dug my nails into his back, pulling him against me, wanting to pull him as close as he could get. But he pulled back and stared into my eyes as he took my arms and raised them over my head.
Then he stood up and began unloosening his tie.
“Do you trust me, Charlotte?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said, knowing how much it turned him on to hear me say that. “Yes, I trust you.”
He pulled his tie through the collar of his shirt in one rapid movement, then leaned down and began wrapping it over my eyes, blindfolding me. My heart began pounding at the thought of not being able to see what he was doing – even if, deep down, I didn’t believe he killed those women, there was no way I could know for sure. And even if he hadn’t, he had a tragic past and dark secrets that tangled together to create a kind of danger I wasn’t sure I could handle. But I still wanted him. And I trusted him. I did.
I felt his index finger slid over my bottom lip, over the swell of my breast and the curve of my hips. He unbuttoned my skirt and pulled it off, so that I was completely naked and lying on his desk, my arms above my head, blindfolded and unable to see what he was doing.
I resisted the urge to pull my hands down and take off the blindfold. It was a test, I was sure of it – he always wanted me to look at him, always wanted us to be focused on each other. He was testing me to see if I trusted him, and I so desperately wanted to please him.
So I forced myself to stay still, the want and desire in my body blooming into an ache that permeating my whole body. It was almost unbearable, how badly I wanted him.
His fingers slid down over my stomach, then pushed my legs apart. I felt him kneeling down again, felt his breath right on my center, and I bit my lip and tried not to make a sound.
Then, just like that, he was gone.