Jenna liked it more than she had thought she would. It felt like being a part of a family. Like the kind of good memories she had of being at bases with her parents, them hosting get togethers or attending them, hanging out with people who understood each other because they were in the same boat.
Maybe that was why she’d told Noah to kiss her, or maybe it was simply the desire to be close to someone for a little while before she had to be alone again. The idea of walking away from this place—from Noah and Alice—was like a dagger twisting in her soul. The more time she spent with them, the worse it was.
Noah kissed her gently. More gently than she would have thought based on what he’d said to her before she’d asked him to do so. His tongue slid into her mouth, teased hers, made her seek him out.
His palms skimmed her sides, glided around to her ass, and squeezed softly. Her body reacted with a flood of heat and wetness. She wrapped her arms around his neck and arched into him, pressing against all the hard angles of his body.
And then he bent and swept her up with no effort at all. He kept kissing her as he carried her from Alice’s room. She reached for the doorknob and shut the door gently, then he was moving again, knocking his bedroom door open with a foot and carrying her to his bed. There was a light that burned in the hall and spilled into his room, illuminating the bed.
He fell onto the mattress with her, cushioning her fall with his arms and making sure he didn’t land hard on top of her.
Jenna’s heart pounded and her head swam dizzily at the speed this was happening. He’d told her that if they kissed, they’d end up in bed together. Still, she hadn’t expected it to happen quite so suddenly. Then again, was it sudden if they’d been heading this direction for the past few weeks?
She’d burned with hot need just thinking about him. Had he been thinking about her too?
Noah broke the kiss and moved downward, licking a trail of fire across her skin. His fingers found the buttons of her sundress, flicking them open one by one before he pushed it off her shoulders. Her bra went with it until her breasts were exposed. Noah lifted up on an elbow to grin down at her.
“That’s what I wanted to see again.” He traced a finger around one nipple, and it beaded beneath his touch. “Pink. I wondered for the longest time. Would they be pink or darker? I found out last night, and I’ve been imagining since.”
He pinched her nipple softly between his fingers, and Jenna gasped. She was exposed and vulnerable while he remained clothed.
And yet she felt safe. She didn’t feel as if she was in danger, or that he was taking monstrous advantage of her. She was curious, needy. She reached for the hem of his T-shirt and he helped her tug it up and off. And then he bent down to suck a nipple into his mouth and Jenna gasped.
“Noah. Oh…”
He cupped her other breast, tweaking her nipple while he sucked. She curled her fingers into his arms, holding on while he sent her sailing toward paradise.
A moment later he captured her mouth again, kissing her harder this time. Deeper and more insistent. He slid her dress up her thighs before hooking his fingers into her panties and tugging them down.
“I want to lick you,” he whispered in her ear. “You cool with that?”
He had to ask? Jenna swallowed and nodded before managing to find her voice. “Yes.”
She’d have to ask later if he’d encountered anyone who’d said no. Then again, did she really want to know about his experience with other women?
Probably not.
Noah slipped down the bed until he was between her legs. Her dress was bunched at her waist, but she hardly cared as he pushed her legs open. He traced a finger along the wet seam of her body and her back bowed off the bed.
“So wet,” he purred. “I fucking love it.”
Then his mouth dropped to place a kiss on her mound before his tongue glided down the path his finger had taken.
“Oh my God,” Jenna moaned. And then she had to hold on—literally hold on to the blanket beneath her—as Noah showed her what was possible when a man knew exactly when and where and how to use his tongue.
She had no time to prepare for it. She came in a gasping, moaning rush, body shaking as she rode the edge of the wave, as Noah drove her into an orgasm so perfect she saw stars. She closed her eyes tight, letting herself feel everything. Letting herself go.
When she opened her eyes again, he was looking up at her, grinning like he’d just won the lottery or something.
“Feel good?”
Part of her thought she should be embarrassed. She wasn’t though. She was thrilled. She grinned back, and she knew her whole heart was in it.
“Oh hell, yes.”
“Want another?”
She couldn’t help but laugh at the question. “Um, yes.” She reached down and ran her fingers through his hair. She’d wanted to touch him, but she’d been too focused on what he was doing to her.
“I aim to please, Ms. Lane,” he said before licking her clit again.
Jenna’s entire body jerked, and he reached out to hold her in place before she could close her legs. She wanted to protest, and she didn’t at the same time. But it soon didn’t matter because she was moaning again, lifting her hips to ride his amazing mouth, moving herself to get the most pleasure from what he did to her.
It didn’t take long to explode. She stiffened and jerked as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over her. This time when he finished, Noah crawled up her body, kissing his way along her skin. He sucked her nipples in turn, then stood and stripped out of his cargo shorts and briefs.
Jenna sat up before he could join her again. His cock was hard, of course. Big. She reached for him, wrapped a hand around his hot flesh, and squeezed. He groaned, biting down on his lower lip, and though it should have been impossible, she grew even wetter.
He didn’t stop her as she licked the tip and tasted the drop of precum that resided there. She took him in her mouth, and he stiffened as he let her play.
It didn’t last long, though, because he gently pushed her back onto the bed again before reaching into the nightstand and pulling out a condom packet. She didn’t let herself be disappointed or stupidly jealous or anything.
It was Noah’s house, he was a responsible man, and of course he’d had women in his bedroom before. Women he’d fucked the way he was about to fuck her.
Don’t care, she told herself. So long as he gave all his attention to her right now, that’s what mattered. And tomorrow?
Well, tomorrow would be interesting. She might very well pack up and go, or she might stay in his bed if he asked her to. She simply didn’t know what the emotional fallout would be, or how she was going to react.
She started to pull her dress the rest of the way off as he rolled on the condom. “Don’t,” he said. “Please. I’ve fantasized all day about this. About you in that dress, how sexy you’d look with it bunched around your waist while I made you come.”
She let her hands fall away. “Okay.”
He knelt between her legs, his gaze slowly moving from her face to her pussy and back again, his fingers following the path. “There’s something about you, Jenna. Something I wasn’t expecting, but that I can’t stop thinking about.”
Her heart hitched. “I’m sorry.”