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“How?”
“However you want.”
Heat floods through my body. It could be the alcohol or the sudden warmth of his apartment or the heat from his body—it’s hard to tell.
But the hottest thing is Noah’s assertiveness. The way he carries me through his flat and drops me on his bed. The way he stands over me, pulling off his sweatshirt from the collar up, in a boyish and inelegant way. His T-shirt lifts slightly, dragged by his sweatshirt, and I glimpse hard abs and a pronounced V-line.
“Go on,” he says, looking down at me. “What would you like me to do, princess? I know how bossy you can be. Order me around.”
Wetness trickles between my legs, my core clenching at his words.
Untying the belt, I pull my trench coat open and prop myself up on my elbows. “Kiss me.”
His eyes rake over my body: the diaphanous pink bra and panties barely hiding me from him, my long legs, my feet in their glossy pink Louboutins. I can’t quite read his expression, but there’s colour in his cheeks and naked hunger in his eyes.
He drops one knee onto the bed, right between my legs, and falls forward, propping himself up on his arms, his hands framing my head. “Where?”
I’m a little nervous now. I expected him to fall apart at the sight of me. His confidence is so at odds with how mild his manners are that it’s disconcerting. But I’m Seraphina fucking Rosenthal. If he thinks I’m just going to melt into a puddle and become an incoherent mess, he’s sadly mistaken.
I point at my lips. “There.”
He obeys, kissing me slowly on my mouth.
“Where else?” he murmurs against my lips.
I point at my jaw, then my neck. “There. There…”
He kisses both in wet, lingering kisses.
“Mm.” His voice is a low, deep murmur. “Where else?”
I point at the place between my breasts, where tiny pearl buttons line the centre of my bra. “There, too.”
“Mm.” He slides his hand to my waist, tilting me up to him, and presses his mouth between my breasts. “Where else, princess?”
Looking right into his eyes, I point at my breasts.
He looks at them, still covered in pink lace. For a moment, I expect him to stumble, to fumble around looking for the clasp, struggling to unhook my bra. But he doesn’t. Instead, he leans down, and kisses the base of my throat, following the line between my breasts, kissing there too.
And then he kisses my breasts through the lace. At first, I can barely feel his lips, but then he closes his mouth on one nipple. He presses his tongue against it so that I can feel both the wet heat of his tongue and the texture of the lace. My eyes roll back as I close them with a sigh of pleasure.
Under his mouth, my skin becomes oversensitive, every nerve sparkling into life. My nipples tighten and arch my back, pushing into his mouth, craving more.
But he pulls away, leaving nothing but the wet lace of my bra. I catch my breath and look up at him.
“Do you want me to take it off?” I ask, gesturing at my bra.
“No,” he says, to my surprise. “Leave it on. Take your coat off.”
I do as he says, tossing the black trench coat away. Neither of us watches where it lands. When I lie back, Noah lowers himself to me, but I push the sharp heel of my glossy pink shoe against his chest. He raises an eyebrow at me and I push harder, digging the heel into his skin.
The corner of his mouth curls in a half-grin. “You have a right mean streak, you know that?”
I laugh, low and soft. “You think?”
“Mm, yeah.” He takes my foot in his hand, but instead of taking off my shoe, he kisses the delicate ridge of my ankle, kisses up my leg. “I think so.”
“You’re not scared, are you?” I ask mockingly, even though my breath hitches with every kiss, even though my heartbeat is a frantic flutter in my chest, even though I’m so turned on I ache.
