“That he’s a pompous asshole.” A corner of his lips lifted.
“True.” I nodded. “What did he offer you?”
“A contract on two of my un-optioned books, which is funny, since I’ve already shot him down previously.” Noah shrugged. “And that was just to get a look at the manuscript.”
“You didn’t give it to him.”
“It’s not mine to give.” The muscles in his forearms rippled as he gripped the edge of the desk. “And I’ll be damned if I’m giving him anything, let alone something that’s yours.”
I closed the distance between us, took his face in my hands, and kissed him. The hard lines of his mouth were impossibly supple against mine as our lips collided, softened, lingered.
“Georgia,” he said against my mouth, my name somewhere between a plea and a prayer as he drew back slightly, searching my eyes.
“You won me over,” I whispered, my hands sliding to the back of his neck.
A smile ghosted across his face, and then his lips were on mine, his hands gripping my waist, pulling me against his strong frame.
I gasped, my lips parting for him.
He tunneled a hand through my hair, cradling the back of my head as he deepened the kiss, laying claim to my mouth with thorough, sure strokes of his tongue that set me on fire. A small whimper I barely recognized as mine escaped at the taste of chocolate and Noah.
He tilted my head and kissed me deeper as I arched against him, rising on my toes to get closer. His hand moved to the small of my back as he explored the lines of my mouth with single-minded focus, as if nothing existed outside this kiss.
Need spiraled within me, fierce in its demand as the kiss went on and on. Noah kept me on edge, changing the tempo—hard and deep, then soft and playful, nipping at my lower lip with the gentle scrape of his teeth, only to soothe the sting with a swipe of his tongue.
I’d never been so completely, thoroughly intoxicated by a kiss.
More. I needed more.
I slid my hands from his neck to grip the hem of his shirt and tugged.
“Georgia?” He questioned between kisses.
“I want you.” The confession was a whisper, but I’d given it. Offered my truth up on a silver platter for him to accept or reject.
“Are you sure?” His dark eyes studied mine with equal parts heat and concern, a slightly wild edge to him, as though his self-control was as tenuous as mine.
“I’m sure.” I nodded, just in case the words weren’t enough, and ran my tongue across my kiss-swollen lower lip as an unwelcome thought slid into my mind. “Do you want…” This had the potential to be up there with the most embarrassing moments of my life if I’d read the signals wrong.
“What do you think?” He pulled my hips into his, and I felt him hard between us.
“I’d say you do.” Thank you, God.
“Just so there’s no confusion, here.” His fingers traced the line of my jaw. “I’ve wanted you from the first second I saw you in that bookstore. There’s never been a moment I haven’t wanted you.” If his words hadn’t melted me, the intensity in his eyes would have.
“Good.” I grinned and tugged at his shirt again.
He reached behind his head and pulled his shirt off in one smooth motion, leaving him bare from the waist up.
My mouth went dry. Every line of his torso was carved, and the beautifully defined muscles covered by yards of soft, kissable, inked skin. This man was every single one of my fantasies come to life. I ran my fingers down the sculpted ridges of his chest and abdomen, my breath growing choppier with each inch I traveled, then catching at the sight of that deep vee that disappeared into his jeans.
When I finally brought my gaze back to his, the hunger I found there weakened my knees.
He captured my mouth in another kiss, stealing every logical thought with every thrust and swirl of his tongue against mine.
We broke apart only long enough for my shirt to land next to his, and then our mouths fused again, like it wasn’t just a kiss but oxygen. My hands flew to the fly of his jeans.
He caught my hands. “We can take this slow.” Even the rasp of his voice turned me on.
“Sure. Slow, later. Fast, here. Now.” The urgency clawing its way through me wouldn’t be satisfied with anything less than hot and hard.
The sound that escaped him reminded me of a growl before he sealed his mouth over mine and kissed me senseless. We were a tangle of hands and mouths, kicking off our shoes before Noah gripped my ass and lifted me like I weighed nothing.
My legs wrapped around his waist, and I locked my ankles at the small of his back as he carried me from the office, striding up the stairs without so much as getting winded. Tension radiated from his muscles as he walked us down the hall and into my bedroom, but his kiss never wavered.
I felt the bed under my back as Noah rose above me, his hands sliding under me to unclasp my bra. Then it, too, was on the floor, followed quickly by my jeans.
“Damn, you’re beautiful,” he said reverently, sitting back on his knees as he slid his fingers along my throat, down the valley between my breasts, and over my stomach to the thin straps of my underwear. My skin tingled in the wake of his touch.
I mentally gave myself a high-five that I’d gone with the pink lace thong this morning on a whim—then that was gone, too, the lacy fabric quickly replaced by his mouth.
“Noah!” I cried, fisting one hand in his hair as the other clutched at the covers to keep me grounded.
Holy shit, the man’s tongue was magical. He worked me with sweeping strokes, quick flicks, and even the light scrape of his teeth, cradling my hips as I began to writhe beneath him. The pleasure was too intense, too consuming, too wild, and it only grew as he slid first one, then two fingers inside me. I clenched around him, my eyes slamming shut against the onslaught, my neck arching as he stroked me. It had never been like this for me. Ever. How had I lived without this desperate desire that was turning me molten? I didn’t just want him, I needed him.
The fire he stoked gathered in my belly, coiling like a spring, winding tighter with every lick, every press of his fingers, until my thighs trembled and my muscles locked. Then he sucked my clit between his lips, and I shattered, the orgasm sweeping over me in long, powerful waves that had me screaming his name.
He pressed a kiss to my inner thigh, then rose over me with a satisfied smile—like he’d just had the orgasm of his life, not me. “I could spend days with you under my tongue and still want more.”
That flame of need flared back to life, bright and hungry. “I need you.” I threaded my fingers through his hair and pulled his mouth to mine, kissing him long and hard.