What He Decides
I laughed.
Charlotte declaring she was going to lure a killer out of hiding was the most ludicrous thing I’d ever heard. It was so ludicrous, I was sure it had to be a joke.
She looked at me, those dark doe-eyes wide and serious, and my heart clenched as I thought about her being in any kind of danger. “I’m not kidding,” she said softly, biting her lip.
I laughed again.
“Noah!” She sat up. The sight of her in my office chair, the moonlight shining through the window and illuminating her skin made me long for her again, even though I’d just had her. Blood rushed to my cock as I took in her lush curves and creamy skin. “Stop laughing.”
“Then stop telling jokes.”
“I told you, I’m not joking.” Her eyes hardened in steely determination, and white hot anger shot through me, threatening my control.
“Charlotte,” I said quietly. “You putting yourself in harm’s way is not something to joke about.” I grabbed her wrists and pulled her toward me so that her face was just millimeters from mine. My gaze roamed her face, searching for clues that she understood the severity of the situation.
“I’m not joking,” she said again, and my anger blazed brighter.
“Stop.” My grip on her wrists tightened, and I rolled her over on the chair, pressing my body on top of hers. My cock throbbed and hardened against her core.
I love you, I thought. I love you more than I’ve loved anyone, even Nora, and I was sure I could never love anyone the way I loved her.
The thought of Charlotte roaming the city while some deranged lunatic stalked her filled me with a rage I hadn’t felt for years, ever since the night I had to take a bat to my stepfather’s legs. A rage like that was uncontrollable, and if she ignited that in me, I wasn’t sure what would happen.
“Noah,” she whispered as I pushed her hair off her face.
“Shh,” I put my finger to her lips. She needed to say quiet.
I ran my hands over her body, delighting in her soft curves. She was everything to me. Without Charlotte, I had nothing.
Without Charlotte, I was nothing.
I would do whatever it took to keep her safe.
Whatever it took.
If that meant I spent the rest of my life in jail, so be it.
She was mine to protect, and I would give my life for her in any way it was required.
CHARLOTTE
Noah’s lips parted slightly as he gazed down at me. His hands roamed over my stomach, my hips, my thighs, and I could feel my body responding to his touch, could feel myself becoming wet between my legs as I instinctively reached for him.
I loved how the weight of his body felt on top of mine, loved how small and delicate he made me feel. I didn’t even try to stop him as his fingertips grazed the curve of my stomach. I groaned softly as he lowered his head and licked my collarbone, his tongue warm and wet against my skin.
He pushed inside of me, stretching my opening around him as his eyes stayed locked on mine.
“Charlotte,” he whispered before kissing me softly on the lips.
He kept going, moving soft and slow, his eyes on mine. I gasped and tipped my head back, closing my eyes as waves of pleasure slid through my body.
“Look at me,” he murmured, his breath warm on my skin. “Look at me when you come, baby.” I opened my eyes and saw the emotion I was feeling mirrored on his face, and the intensity of that coupled with the connection I felt to him pushed me over the edge. I came, feeling myself contract on his shaft, and a second later, he came too, his warm liquid filling me.
He stayed inside of me for a moment, our bodies tangled together until our breathing slowed and our heart rates returned to normal. Then he stood up and crossed the room to the heavy oak wardrobe that stood in the corner of his office. He opened one of the bottom drawers, pulled out a pair track pants for himself and one of his sweaters for me. He slipped on the track pants and then returned to where I was on the chair.
“Arms up,” he said, and I held my arms in the air obediently. He pulled the sweater over my head, and I wrapped myself in the warmth of the material, inhaling the scent of his laundry detergent.
“Are you hungry?” Noah asked. “Shall we order in? Or would you like to go back to my apartment to eat?”
I curled my legs up under me on the chair, pulling the sleeves of his sweater down over my wrists. I loved the way it felt to swim in his clothes, loved that his things made me feel safe and protected.
“Are we even going to talk about what just happened?” I asked carefully.
He was picking up the belt he’d used on me from the floor, and his eyes glinted with wickedness. “What is there to talk about, Charlotte? You seemed to enjoy it.”
Charlotte declaring she was going to lure a killer out of hiding was the most ludicrous thing I’d ever heard. It was so ludicrous, I was sure it had to be a joke.
She looked at me, those dark doe-eyes wide and serious, and my heart clenched as I thought about her being in any kind of danger. “I’m not kidding,” she said softly, biting her lip.
I laughed again.
“Noah!” She sat up. The sight of her in my office chair, the moonlight shining through the window and illuminating her skin made me long for her again, even though I’d just had her. Blood rushed to my cock as I took in her lush curves and creamy skin. “Stop laughing.”
“Then stop telling jokes.”
“I told you, I’m not joking.” Her eyes hardened in steely determination, and white hot anger shot through me, threatening my control.
“Charlotte,” I said quietly. “You putting yourself in harm’s way is not something to joke about.” I grabbed her wrists and pulled her toward me so that her face was just millimeters from mine. My gaze roamed her face, searching for clues that she understood the severity of the situation.
“I’m not joking,” she said again, and my anger blazed brighter.
“Stop.” My grip on her wrists tightened, and I rolled her over on the chair, pressing my body on top of hers. My cock throbbed and hardened against her core.
I love you, I thought. I love you more than I’ve loved anyone, even Nora, and I was sure I could never love anyone the way I loved her.
The thought of Charlotte roaming the city while some deranged lunatic stalked her filled me with a rage I hadn’t felt for years, ever since the night I had to take a bat to my stepfather’s legs. A rage like that was uncontrollable, and if she ignited that in me, I wasn’t sure what would happen.
“Noah,” she whispered as I pushed her hair off her face.
“Shh,” I put my finger to her lips. She needed to say quiet.
I ran my hands over her body, delighting in her soft curves. She was everything to me. Without Charlotte, I had nothing.
Without Charlotte, I was nothing.
I would do whatever it took to keep her safe.
Whatever it took.
If that meant I spent the rest of my life in jail, so be it.
She was mine to protect, and I would give my life for her in any way it was required.
CHARLOTTE
Noah’s lips parted slightly as he gazed down at me. His hands roamed over my stomach, my hips, my thighs, and I could feel my body responding to his touch, could feel myself becoming wet between my legs as I instinctively reached for him.
I loved how the weight of his body felt on top of mine, loved how small and delicate he made me feel. I didn’t even try to stop him as his fingertips grazed the curve of my stomach. I groaned softly as he lowered his head and licked my collarbone, his tongue warm and wet against my skin.
He pushed inside of me, stretching my opening around him as his eyes stayed locked on mine.
“Charlotte,” he whispered before kissing me softly on the lips.
He kept going, moving soft and slow, his eyes on mine. I gasped and tipped my head back, closing my eyes as waves of pleasure slid through my body.
“Look at me,” he murmured, his breath warm on my skin. “Look at me when you come, baby.” I opened my eyes and saw the emotion I was feeling mirrored on his face, and the intensity of that coupled with the connection I felt to him pushed me over the edge. I came, feeling myself contract on his shaft, and a second later, he came too, his warm liquid filling me.
He stayed inside of me for a moment, our bodies tangled together until our breathing slowed and our heart rates returned to normal. Then he stood up and crossed the room to the heavy oak wardrobe that stood in the corner of his office. He opened one of the bottom drawers, pulled out a pair track pants for himself and one of his sweaters for me. He slipped on the track pants and then returned to where I was on the chair.
“Arms up,” he said, and I held my arms in the air obediently. He pulled the sweater over my head, and I wrapped myself in the warmth of the material, inhaling the scent of his laundry detergent.
“Are you hungry?” Noah asked. “Shall we order in? Or would you like to go back to my apartment to eat?”
I curled my legs up under me on the chair, pulling the sleeves of his sweater down over my wrists. I loved the way it felt to swim in his clothes, loved that his things made me feel safe and protected.
“Are we even going to talk about what just happened?” I asked carefully.
He was picking up the belt he’d used on me from the floor, and his eyes glinted with wickedness. “What is there to talk about, Charlotte? You seemed to enjoy it.”