“Nice pick, Mr. Chamberlin.”
Noah smiled. “You love lamb. That one was a no-brainer.”
My chest tightened at the sincerity in his eyes, and some part of me recognized the fact he’d remembered such a small detail should probably freak me out.
“That’s right. It was always something special whenever Mom made it.” I smiled. It wasn’t always easy to do that when thinking of Mom, because I felt so robbed by her early passing. But this memory was a good one.
“I remember. You used to always ask her for it on your birthdays and at Christmas.”
“Also at Easter and Thanksgiving. Don’t forget that. When I want something, I make sure to take full advantage.”
Noah eyed me and then took another sip of his wine. “A trait I hope you kept as an adult.”
And just like that, all talk of the past fell away between us and was replaced by the present, as Noah stood, reached for my empty plate, and winked at me.
“Don’t go anywhere.”
Don’t go anywhere? Where would I go?
I was about to be served my favorite meal by the sexiest man I’d ever been on a date with. I wasn’t going anywhere, and he knew that. At least not tonight, anyway.
“Well, here it is,” Noah said as he re-entered the dining hall and placed a plate down in front of me. “The herb-crusted lamb chops with rappini, arugula, and spinach.”
My mouth watered at Pete’s top-of-the-line cooking, and when Noah gestured to the wine bottles, I immediately pointed to the 2012 Merlot. He handed it to me along with the corkscrew, and then retook his seat.
I was more than aware of his eyes on me as I uncorked the wine and reached for the proper glass.
Noah closed his eyes and took a sip. “Hmm.” His sound of pleasure made my nipples harden and the throbbing between my legs return full force. “Now this is nice.”
So was the red-hot sensation coursing through my body. I tightened my thighs beneath the table. Noah opened his eyes and locked them with mine, and I felt the proof of my desire soak the thin strip of lace I wore beneath my dress.
“Laurel?”
“Huh?” My breathing accelerated as I imagined him making that same sound of pleasure down on his knees, and suddenly the last thing I wanted was to eat herb-crusted lamb.
Noah placed his glass on the table and pushed to his feet. My eyes fell to his lap, and oh shit, the material of his pants did nothing to hide the thick erection inside. He crooked a finger my way, and the meal sitting in front of me was completely forgotten.
25
Noah
SOMETHING IN THE air had shifted between Laurel pouring me a glass of Merlot and right now, and if I were a betting man, I would say it was my enjoyment over the bold flavor of the wine.
Whatever it was, I didn’t much care. Laurel was getting to her feet and moving around the end of the table. I reached for my jacket where it hung loose off her shoulders and slowly removed it. After tossing it over the back of the chair I’d just vacated, I reveled in the decadent picture she made in that slip of a dress with her nipples pressing hard and taut against the silky fabric.
Fuck. I made a mental note to never forget the erotic picture she made, then trailed the back of my hand down her arm to her fingers. I interlaced mine with hers and then tugged her in tight to me. She gasped, placed her hands on my chest to steady herself, and tipped her face up to mine.
I grinned. “Careful.”
“Is that what you really want? For me to be careful?”
“I think you already know the answer to that.”
Her gaze lowered to my mouth. “Then why are we still talking?”
I leaned down and brushed a kiss along her jaw. “Because I didn’t want to come on too strong.”
“And what constitutes too strong? Almost making me come before I was even past the lobby?”
I nuzzled in under her ear, and she tipped her head to the side for better access. “I did, didn’t I?”
“Yes. So, what are you waiting for? Permission?”
Hell no. But when she brought our joined hands between our bodies and flattened my hand between her legs, any control I’d been exhibiting finally snapped.
“I’ve been aching for you since last night, Noah. And if you don’t finish what you started right now, I just might kill you.”
I nipped at her lower lip. “Is that right?”
Laurel moaned and rocked a little harder against my hand. “Yes.”
“Feeling a little needy?”
“Aren’t you?”
I grabbed her ass and thrust my hard cock up against her. “What do you think?”
Laurel smoothed her hands up behind my neck. “I think you want to get under my dress.”
I groaned at her boldness, but I wasn’t shocked. Any woman that could wear the dress she had tonight had confidence in spades. But just so there was no mistake, I gripped the edge of the material and began to inch it up her thighs.
“You’re right.” When the tight hem was bunched up high under her sweet ass, I traced a finger around her leg to the inside of her thigh. “I do want to get under there. With my fingers, my mouth, and my cock.” I slid my hand higher, and when my fingertips brushed up against her soaked panties, she sucked in a breath. “So let’s get started.”
I crushed our mouths together in a savage kiss. The second our tongues touched and tangled, I stroked my finger over the wet lace covering her hot flesh, and Laurel thrust forward against my hand.
I growled with pleasure. She gripped the back of my hair and tightened her thighs.
“There you go,” I said. “Use me.” I rubbed the delicate lace between her swollen lips, and Laurel moaned her approval into my mouth.
“More… I need more.”
I pulled her panties to one side, and the second my fingers touched her bare flesh, Laurel bit into her lower lip and arched forward into me.
“Christ, you’re fucking sexy,” I whispered against her cheek, then I licked a path right up to her ear. “And I bet you taste real sweet.”
Laurel gasped, and her breasts pushed against my chest as her breathing increased. It was clear she wanted what I’d just promised. When I grazed my thumb over her clit, she clutched at my shoulders for purchase.
“Let’s get you off your feet, yes?” Her eyes flared as I slowly removed my fingers. Then I cupped her ass and said, “Hang on.”
I hitched her up my body until her legs were around my waist, then I turned and shoved the seat beside mine out of the way and set her down on the table. The second her ass hit the oak she sucked in another breath, but then she leaned back and rested on her palms.
Her dress outlined the curves of her breasts as though painted on, and her nipples were all but begging to be sucked. Her bare legs were swinging down off the edge of the table, and when she slowly parted them I reached for my cock and squeezed it—hard.
“Fucking hell, Laurel.”
This was definitely not the sweet girl I’d once known. It appeared I was faced with a siren sent to torture me, as she reached down with her right hand and cupped herself between her thighs. I unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my pants, and when I reached for the zipper, Laurel moaned.