The other ripped her camisole open. Actually ripped it, which made him smother a smile—in all his years being a dominant lover, that was a bit of a first for him. A first that made him utterly incapable of holding back any further. He reached down and found she’d wriggled the skirt off already. Uninhibited, he fisted the front of her beautiful silk panties and ripped them apart, too. Man, he was a golden god of sex! His fingers found her lacy bra next, and tugged.
Nothing. He waited a moment and pulled harder. Nothing. One more good hard pull.
“Ow!” she yelled. Noah immediately pretended like he’d meant to do it and shushed her. The Dawsons knew enough already, no point in alerting them to this. Knowing those girls, they’d be waiting outside the door with wine to conduct exit interviews. He smothered her protest with kisses, and removed her bra the traditional way instead.
Then she was naked, and all he could do was stare. He’d had to let go of her wrists to take her bra off, and she took advantage of that to run her hands down his arms as he hovered over her. With a swift movement, he was inside her. She sighed in frustration as he stayed put, completely engulfed, but not moving. He stared into her eyes, waiting to see how she’d react.
Her hips began to rock slowly as she tried to take control. He settled more firmly between her legs to still her. When she stopped resisting, and smiled at him, he started to slowly thrust in and out. His hands found hers, and their fingers interlocked atop the arm of the couch.
Oh, God. The couch. They were still on the couch. That would not do. He snaked one arm around behind her and slowly lifted her as he moved off the couch. This was becoming his signature move. Maybe he was a golden god after all. They moved slowly toward the bedroom, still connected, still kissing.
When he gently lowered her onto the bed, her body was still relaxed enough for him to wonder if he could push her a little further. From the nightstand he removed a tie, left over from his hated day job, and placed in the drawer optimistically. She stared at him wide-eyed when she realized what he was up to, but didn’t protest as he tied her wrists to the headboard. It melted him a little, knowing how much faith she was putting in him. It made him want to be worthy.
Once she was secure, Noah moved down to her breasts. Drawing one taut nipple into his mouth, he rolled it with his tongue until she cried out. He moved to the other, and did the same. Slowly, he kissed his way south. Her increasingly loud moans let him know she wasn’t regretting his plan. He savored that thought almost as much as her taste, because he was already where he longed to be, painting her pleasure with long strokes of his tongue.
He mimicked what she’d done to him, first covering all of her in one long lick, then narrowing his attention to her sweet spot with small, darting motions. She came for him, spectacularly, after only a moment.
As she lay gasping for air, he rose up and reentered her. Her recent orgasm had made her tighter than ever, and it was all he could do not to have one himself. Did she have any idea how she affected him? He’d have to tell her. Just after this. His body began to undulate, and he moved in and out of her. At first she just breathed, but soon he could tell she was building again from the rhythm of her hips.
The beauty of the position he had her in was that although she couldn’t touch him, she was free to express herself in an almost bigger way. When she bucked, it was hotter than a mere hand on his back. When she struggled, it told him she wanted him more than she could stand.
It was so ridiculously hot.
Thank God she was clearly about to come again, because he had been holding back for too long. He increased his pace, moving deep and hard inside her, adjusting to her subtle signals. Watching her breasts bounce with their motion turned him on even more. As her vocals reached new heights, he came with a shudder, triggering her as well.
Noah’s whole body collapsed upon her. How could this have happened? How could he have become so taken with a girl he hardly knew, after so long of pushing everyone away?
But he knew. There was no fighting fate. And this amazing, challenging woman was here for a reason. As his inner philosopher took over, she cleared her throat.
“Um, Noah?” He moaned into her neck and nuzzled it at the same time.
“Yeah?” She probably wanted him to untie her. As much as he hoped to keep her there from now until next Christmas, that was fair. He reached up and started untangling the soft knots even as he asked it.
“Who was that woman you were talking to an hour ago?” Well that was not what he was expecting. Like, at all. And it wasn’t like he had a great answer, either. That woman was in love with him. Lots of people were. It wasn’t real, it didn’t matter. But how to express that to the girl he was in distinct danger of doing just that with?