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Nodding, he turns to me. “Why do you paint rain?”
“I don’t. You’re the one who sees rain.”
Moving so fast I can’t react, he whirls around and pins me to the counter. His gaze just as scrutinizing.
I bite my lower lip, then let it go very slowly when his eyes drop to the movement and darken.
“You’re doing it again,” I say breathlessly.
“What?”
“Looking at me like I’m a painting and you’re trying to figure me out.”
“You are definitely a piece of art, Emily. Especially in that dress. And Iamtrying to figure you out. Can you say you’re not doing the same thing to me?” He brushes his lips featherlight over mine.
I shut my lids and enjoy the press of his hard body against me and the gentle caress of his mouth. “I am. I want to know who you are.”
“Same.”
Giggling when he moves to my neck and inhales, I say, “I’m not as interesting. There’s no big mystery. But you…” What was I saying? My mind goes blank when he licks me there, sending shivers of pleasure over my skin.
“I beg to differ,” he says in my ear, then tugs my silver hoop with his teeth. “You have a lot of layers. I want to peel them all back.”
“I’ll let you in if you let me in.”
He pulls back to peer down at me, his heated stare accepting the challenge. “What are you wearing under your dress?”
My lips tug upward. How appropriate that we’re talking about letting each other in. “Nothing.”
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EMILY
Noah’s gaze darkens in that way I’d hoped it would. A delicious thrill fills me to know I have control over that part of a man that exudes power and masculine dominance. But my smug grin vanishes in the next instant.
“Let me see your pussy, Emily.”
My cheeks flame at his request. “Wh-what?”
“I want to see you. Get on the table, spread your legs, and show me.”
I peer at the beautiful light-oak dining table, then at the window it’s set in front of. “If I do that, everyone out there will have a good view of me.”
“You weren’t concerned with who saw you the night I stood outside your house.” He grazes my lower lip with the pad of his thumb, then drags it down to my clavicle.
“That’s because I wasn’t thinking straight.”
“Now you are?” His fingers move over my right breast, circling my nipple. “Show me your pussy, sweet thing.”
Once again, I glance at the table, then the window. During the day, it might not be an issue. However, at night, with the light on inside…
“Emily,” he says, his tone low but demanding. “Do it.”
Slowly, I walk toward the dining area. My mouth is completely dry when I reach the table, my knees weakening by the second at the thought of what I’m about to do.
I rotate to face him and, pressing my butt to the table, lift and sit on it. Grabbing the hem of my dress, I pull it up to my hips at the same time that I spread my legs.
Noah’s stare locks hungrily on my core. He stalks to me, and it takes every ounce of my will not to slam my legs shut.
