Sucking in a breath, she arched her back. ‘Please.’
He kicked a chair away from the table and sat, then hooked her legs over his shoulders. She felt his breath on her skin. Oh, god.She was going to pass out! He hadn’t even touched her yet, but the anticipation was killing her, her vulnerable position lighting a fire in her belly.
And then his tongue skimmed over her, its heat unexpected. She sighed and spread her thighs wider, wanting more.
He delved deeper, groaning as he stroked her, and the vibrations just about did her in.
‘God, Beth, you’re perfect.’ He latched onto her and sucked.
She cried out and gripped his hair, holding him to her as he feasted on her, his tongue, his lips, his teeth all working her into a frenzy. The multitude of sensations intensified and she bucked against him, unable to decide whether it felt pleasurable or torturous.
Overwhelmed by the need to climax and frustrated that it seemed just out of reach, she nudged him away and, sitting up, wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him to her. ‘I need you inside me. Now.’
With a growl, he hauled her into his arms and, kissing her senseless, headed for the bedroom.
Finally, he relinquished his hold on her and she slid to her feet, skimmed her hands over his shoulders, his chest, his stomach, until her fingers hovered at the waistband of his jeans. She shot him a questioning look.
‘Now?’
He nodded, this throat working as he swallowed.
Feeling empowered, she tried to still her trembling hands as she lowered the zipper and pushed his pants down over his hips. He kicked them off and stood before her in a pair of black boxer briefs, his body toned to perfection, his arousal clearly visible.
She let out a shuddering breath, then kissed his chest, breathed in his male scent.
God, she loved this man.
He cradled her head, making her feel cherished, adored, and gave her time to explore. Then his fingers were at her waist, stroking, the lightness of his touch making her shiver.
‘May I?’ He fingered the hem of her cami.
She nodded and lifted her arms. Pulling her top over her head, he discarded it and stared down at her, his fiery gaze blazing a path over her skin. He nuzzled her neck and, sliding his hands lower, cupped her butt. With an unrestrained groan, he thrust against her, gently, but it was enough to let her know how much he wanted her.
Emboldened, she stepped back, reached behind her and unclasped her strapless bra, letting it drop to the floor before shimmying out of her skirt.
She straightened, feeling oddly calm—she’d always assumed she’d feel and self-conscious if she ever ended up naked in front of someone—but then she caught Noah’s reaction.
Looking as if he wanted to consume her—or perhaps destroy her—his gaze travelled over every last inch of her body. He closed the distance between them, primal need making him seem predatory, but she’d never felt safer, more desired, than she did right now.
She went with him, moving towards the bed, then lowered herself onto it, never once breaking eye contact. Noah was right there with her, hovering over her, his passion intoxicating.
Reaching for him, she pulled him down to her and mumbled against his lips, ‘Touch me.’
He kissed her, hungrily, and as their tongues danced, he caressed her, sliding a hand between them. Parting her slick folds, he teased her briefly then pushed a finger inside her.
She arched her back and sighed, the sensation so pleasantly unfamiliar that she wanted to weep. Another finger joined the first, and Noah swallowed her cries.
This, she decided, was everything.
But then he curled his fingers inside her and rubbed his thumb against her, and she realised that no,this, this was everything.
‘Noah!’ She didn’t quite know what she was asking, only that she needed him to take her there. Throwing her head back, she cried out. Close. She was so close.
And then she was there, clutching his shoulders, her muscles clenching as she finally found release.
He kissed her neck as she floated back down to earth. ‘You are so fucking beautiful.’
Leaving her briefly, he rummaged in his side drawer, and once he’d shucked off his underwear and sheathed himself, he was back with her.
