He bites his lip, and fuck me, I’m instantly wet. My G-string is soaked. I want him, and I will not be able to handle it if he says no to me tonight.
One strong hand touches my heel, then slowly, so painfully slowly, it slides up my leg. I watch as he explores my leg before my heel drops, and he’s now standing between my legs. I reach for him, but before I can pull myself up, he’s on me. Noah’s hands slide to my waist and lift me from the stool until I have to wrap my arms and legs around him.
“Dangerous woman,” he whispers before I lean in. He doesn’t move or stop me this time. So, I take that kiss, fucking steal it from him. I’m sure he can feel I’m hot for him between my legs. I do everything in my power to stay still as our lips touch, to not scare either of us. But before I can take a second breath and think of what’s about to happen, his lips start moving, and soon my hands that are around his neck are pulling him even tighter to me.
I need him.
Want him.
And nothing is going to stop me from having him.
His tongue slides into my mouth, and he tastes sweet. Our tongues dance, and our bodies touch in ways I’ve never experienced. I have been kissed before, more times than I can count.
But this kiss.
This one goes into those books of everything.
His lips are powerful as they push onto mine, pressing into me with such force that it’s as if he’s stealing everything from me.
And I’m willing to let him take it all.
When our tongues slow down, he doesn’t stop. He bites my lip and kisses the side of my mouth before those kisses are all over my face.
He puts me down but not to the floor. Somehow, without me even knowing, we are in a bedroom, and I’m being laid back on the bed.
His hands disappear from my body, and he stands tall as I lay back on my elbows. I stare at him. With his perfect hair and chiseled face, he is literally my dream man, and here he is looking at me as if I’m his dream woman.
I’m not entirely sure how it happened, but luck somehow plays a large role in it, I’m sure.
His hands move to his shirt, which is still tucked in, and he pulls it out, followed by sliding his shoes off with feet. I edge up so I can see all of him a little better as he undoes his buttons. His shirt comes open, and I see his chest for the first time as he removes it.
Toned, tanned, chiseled.
Yum!
I lick my lips as his hands go to his pants. He stops, though, and looks at me. His pause makes me move, fast. Before he can change his mind.
Noah has demons, and I’m eager to hide them away. For tonight at least.
Sliding to the edge of the bed, I stand directly in front of him and reach behind me for my zipper and slide it down. The dress falls to the floor at my feet. Reaching for his hand, I pick it up and place it on my very naked breast and press myself into him.
He’s hard.
Very hard.
I know he wants me.
Even his heated eyes tell me so.
His hand squeezes my breast before I am pushed backward. The minute my back hits the mattress, he is there, on top of me. His mouth finds mine and he kisses me, fast, wet, and dreamy. I slide my hands up his bare stomach, then back down until I reach the top of his trousers and undo them before I start pulling them down.
He never breaks the kiss while I do this.
I kick them off him as they sit around his ankles and he lets me. Now all that’s between us is my G-string. Which he reaches down and snaps as he bites my lip, then kisses down to my chin, biting me there. I wiggle underneath him, squirming and wanting him in all the right places. My hands find his bare ass and I squeeze, dragging my nails up his smooth back.
“Dangerous,” he whispers before his mouth moves to my breast. He licks it, his tongue swirling around in circles over my nipple. I arch my back into him, giving him as much of me as possible.
He takes it.
I feel him between my legs, but he doesn’t press in. I start moving up and down against him, sliding my wetness all over his cock. It’s hard, and I’m getting anxious, filled with a need I can’t contain.
“Noah.”
He chuckles, knowing full well what he’s doing. One of his hands that was on my hips moves to between our bodies, and I feel him insert his dick into me. I gasp, my hands lifting to my hair, pulling it.
Moans leave my lips, and when he stops what he’s doing, I open my eyes and look at him. He is watching me intently.
“Noah…”
“Fuck, you are beautiful.”
I smirk and reach for him, bringing him down with my hand around his neck.
“No more playing, I don’t have time for games.” Rolling, he goes to the side and I push him over, so he’s now on his back. “I’m so aroused, and you are playing games.” I touch his chest, my fingers stroking the edges of the smooth surface.
“Who’s playing now?” he says, reaching up for me. I brush his hand away and sit up. His cock between my legs is now visible, as I’m not sitting directly on it. I touch it, my hand wrapping around the shaft and stroking up and down. Pre-come leaks out so I push back farther, so my ass goes down his legs as I lean down and taste him. He hisses when I do.
“No playing. Enough.”
I sit up and scoot back up him until I can feel him between my legs, right at that spot where I want him.
“No more playing.” I grin, keeping my hand on his cock and lifting myself just enough to let him slide straight into me.
The fullness is exquisite, and I haven’t even moved yet. He groans, but I have to wait just a few seconds before I can move to adjust. And when I do, he grips my hips and glides me back and forth. With each movement, my clit is stimulated, and his cock is hitting that perfect spot inside me. My movements grow faster and faster. Until he takes over and moves my hips himself.
My fists are closed on his chest as the first orgasm hits me. My head drops to his chest, but he doesn’t stop. I ride it out literally on him. My body shivers while my hair falls in curtains over my face.
“Not just yet,” he whispers and picks me up and flips me, so now my back is on the bed, and his body covers mine. He slides straight back inside and continues to fuck me. I look up and see him staring intently at me. I go to reach for him, but he leans down and covers my mouth with his, effectively shutting me up.
Both with his mouth and his cock.
What a way to be silenced.
Chapter Nine
I wake in his bed, but the mattress is cold and empty where he should be. I sit, pulling the covers up over my breasts. Glancing around, I see my dress neatly hanging up in the closet, which is open, and my torn G-string is nowhere to be seen. His bedroom consists of a dark bedroom set, a black headboard, and dark satin sheets. As I check around, I see the bathroom and get up to use it, not bothering to cover myself. When I wash up and walk out with a towel wrapped around me, he walks in, two coffees in hand and a look of concern on his face.
“Noah?” I question.
“Sorry, I don’t sleep much.” He offers me the coffee, and I take it. His hand rubs nervously at the back of his neck as he looks me up and down.
“Why?”
“My wife died almost two years ago. You are the first woman since her to spend the night.” His green eyes hold onto so much pain.
“How did she die?” I ask. The coffee now warming my hands. He could easily avoid my question. But instead, he walks closer to me.