6. Noah
Chapter 6
Noah
Holy. Fuck.
Gorgeous. Beautiful. Stunning. Breathtaking. I run out of superlatives to describe how Elli looks tonight in the figure-hugging blue dress as she walks into the room. Her hair is scooped into some fancy updo, with a few strands framing her oval face. Her subtle makeup highlights her long lashes, high cheekbones, and full, kissable mouth with its slick of lip gloss.
Several pairs of male—and female—eyes swing to look at her, and a rumble works its way up my chest.
Mine.
I excuse myself from the couple I’m talking to and head over to meet her, steering her back out of the function room and into a quiet corridor. She stumbles in the heels, and I steady her by yanking her against my body.
“Hello,” she says breathlessly, bracing her palms on my chest. “I knew I shouldn’t have worn these shoes because I’m not used to high heels and I look like a newborn calf trying to walk in them so I’m going to be hanging onto you for dear life all night in case I fall off them and eat the gro—umph!”
I cut her off with my mouth. Her scent washes over me, an intoxicating mixture of coconut and something citrus that makes me instantly hard. I swipe my tongue over her lips and she opens up with a whimper, allowing me to deepen the kiss.
Her hands move from my chest to my arms, gripping my biceps as if they’re her only anchor to the earth. Her moan vibrates into my mouth as my tongue slides against hers, sending white-hot lust to my aching balls. I hold her tighter, and kiss her harder, never wanting to let her go because the universe is perfectly aligned when she’s in my arms.
The rest of the world melts away as our tongues collide, and I remind myself of her sweet taste. The only thing that matters is this beautiful woman in my arms. How she’s gotten under my skin so fast, I’ll never know, but in less than two days, she’s branded me hers as surely as I plan to brand her mine.
Endless minutes later, needing to catch my breath, I slow our kiss and tear my lips from hers. Ellie hangs there, eyes closed, lips swollen, her fingers digging into my biceps. I cup her face, and her eyes slowly open, their hazel depths drowsy with passion.
“Wow,” she whispers in awe. “That was even better than last night. Not only are you the most handsome man I’ve ever seen, but you’re also an amazing kisser,” she says with heart-stopping honesty.
I swipe my thumb back and forth across her puffy lips, now devoid of lip gloss. Good. I want everyone to see her like this, her mouth swollen and cheeks flushed from my kisses. I want everyone to know she’s mine.
“You look…” I pause, trying to find the right word to encompass her beauty and spirit, “…good enough to eat.”
Elli laughs softly. “I think you just did.”
“Oh, I haven’t even started yet, sweetheart,” I promise, watching with satisfaction as her pupils flare.
“You look dashing,” she says, dropping her eyes to take in my slim-fit two-piece suit. “We match.” She beams, indicating my navy-blue shirt.
“So we do.” I chuckle, reaching for her hand and enclosing it in mine. “Come on, princess. Let’s get you to the ball.”
After buying Elli a drink and introducing her to the bride and groom, April and Jonathon, I sweep her onto the dance floor so I have an excuse to hold her. Dolly Parton is singing “I Hope You Dance,” and Elli throws her head back as I swing her around, her laughter addictive as it washes over me. I feel more alive with her than at any time in my life, even on the ice.
“So, how was the wedding?” she asks when I set her back on her feet. She loops her arms around my neck, her gaze soft on my face.
“Great,” I reply, pulling her closer so our bodies are molded together from chest to thigh. “But it would’ve been perfect with you here. I missed you.”
She grins. “I missed you, too. I could’ve used your help scrubbing the toilets. One of the guests left a floater.”
I burst out laughing. “Thanks for keeping it real.”
“Sorry. My mouth tends to bypass my brain, not that I have to tell you because you knew that within two seconds of meeting me.” She grimaces. “And I’m sure your job doesn’t involve cleaning up people’s poop.”
“Only the metaphorical kind.”
“Is it stressful?” Elli asks, absently running her fingers through the hair at my nape.
“Yeah, especially the last few months. This is the first vacation I’ve taken in almost three years. I represent several NHL hockey players, including my brother Harrison. The season starts next month, so the last few months have been crazy, communicating with team owners and managers about renewal or transfer contracts. I also handlepublic relations for my clients, and some of them rely on me for business guidance. And then there’s the search for new talent. I recruit clients as young as fifteen, which allows me to guide their career until they’re eighteen and beyond.”
“Sounds fascinating,” Elli says politely.
I raise an eyebrow. “Not a hockey fan, huh?”
“Nope,” she says, popping the p . “But it’s important to you, so I plan to learn everything there is to know about the game, and whenever you’re stressed, I’ll make you a cup of tea and you can offload on me while I massage your shoulders and rub your fe—” She stumbles to a halt and her cheeks grow bright red. “I didn’t mean… I’m not expecting… Ugh, I’m so awkward.”
I place my fingers beneath her chin and tilt her face to mine. “Not awkward. Honest and caring and bubbly and beautiful. No one’s ever offered to make me a cup of tea and massage my shoulders before.”
“I want to massage more than your shoulders,” she blurts, then claps a hand over her mouth.
“Fuck,” I mutter, my fingers tightening on her chin. “Wanna get out of here?”
Her hazel eyes search mine before she whispers, “Yes, please.”
Elli grabs her bag from her car, leaving it in the parking lot. I bundle her into my luxury rental car and reach for her hand as soon as I climb behind the wheel, holding it against my thigh as I drive the few minutes back to my cabin.
I skid to a halt in the loose gravel outside the cabin and jump out, rounding the hood to the passenger side and yanking open the door. As I undo her seatbelt, I lean forward, claiming Elli’s mouth in a scorching kiss. She squeals against my mouth as I scoop her from the seat like she weighs nothing.
“I’ve got you, baby,” I mutter, nipping at her bottom lip.
“I know,” she sighs, looping her arms around my neck and leaning into me trustingly as I carry her up the porch steps.
Somehow, I manage to get the door unlocked and carry her inside, kicking the door shut behind me.
“You are so fucking hot. So beautiful, Elli,” I rasp, lowering her so her body slides against mine until her feet touch the floor.
I palm the nape of her neck, thrusting my other hand through her hair and dislodging pins. They scatter on the floor, and her chestnut waves tumble around her shoulders. I pull on the strands, and the tension on her scalp makes her moan and shiver.
My mouth crashes into hers and I lick inside, tangling our tongues. I drink her in like she’s my oasis in the desert, and her hands grasp at my shirt, clinging to me like a lifeboat in a storm.
Tearing my mouth away, I bury my face in her neck, grazing my teeth against the pulse throbbing there and sucking at her smooth skin.
“Noah,” Elli mewls, grinding her hips against my hard cock. “I’m burning up.”
“I’m on fire for you too, baby,” I grunt, gripping her hips and moving her against my swollen length. My shaft strains against the zipper of my pants, and the sensation of her soft heat rips a groan from my throat.
Elli is it for me. Impossible as it seems, in less than two days, I’ve fallen in love with her, with her beauty, intelligence, and uniqueness. She’s one of a kind, and she’s mine—not for one night, but for every night between now and whatever afterlife awaits us. I want to fill my days with her laughter and my nights with her sweet cries of passion. And in return, I’ll love her without limits and make sure she achieves her dreams.
Elli reaches between us, slowly stroking her hand along my stiff length.
I groan. “Are you sure about this? We can wait?—”
She covers my mouth with hers in a lingering kiss before pulling back to look at me. “I’m sure, Noah. I want this. With you.”
“Once I’m inside you, I’m never letting you go,” I vow, holding her gaze.
“I don’t want you to let me go, Noah,” she confesses, her face an open book, her eyes revealing her emotions.
Jesus, this woman. She’s become my everything.
I whisk her into my arms with a growl, squeezing her ass and pressing her against the thick bulge in my pants. Entering the bedroom, I lower her to the floor, my fingers working down the zipper of her dress and sliding it off her shoulders so it pools at her feet.
“Goddamn, Elli,” I breathe when I see she’s not wearing a bra.
She stands before me in only a lacy thong and stilettos, and the sight of her sends the blood pulsing to my cock. My eyes trace over her narrow waist, flared hips, and long legs. Her tits are big compared to her lithe frame, her nipples hard dusky peaks begging for my mouth.
She lifts her hands to cover herself, but I stall her, pinning her arms to her sides. “No. Never hide from me. You’re fucking perfect.”
I lean in, brushing my mouth against hers as I trail the back of my index finger down the slope of her breast and over her nipple, pinching it lightly.
“Oh, God,” she huffs into my mouth, closing her eyes on a wave of pleasure.
I back her up and she tumbles onto the bed, bouncing a little against the super king-size mattress. Shrugging off my jacket, I toss it onto the chair before unbuttoning and removing my shirt and pants. Elli’s eyes move greedily over my chest like hands, sliding down my abs to the enormous bulge tenting my boxers.
As much as I want to take my time with my woman until she’s a writhing mess on my bed, there’s something I need even more desperately.
I need to taste her.
“You’re a work of art,” she whispers, taking in every inch of me, including the several inches waiting to be unleashed from my boxers.
I slide them down my hips and her eyes widen, taking in my full throbbing length, the tip glistening with precum. I fist my cock in my hand, giving it a few pumps and almost coming all over myself when Elli licks her lips.
“Oh, my,” she whispers.
“All for you, baby. Every inch,” I promise, kneeling on the bed and kissing her belly and the curve of her hip.
“There’s… a lot… of inches,” she gasps as my lips trail lower.
I lift my eyes to hers, seeing the trepidation in her hazel depths. “Don’t worry, sweet girl. We’re made to fit each other. And I’m gonna get you good and ready for me first.”
“O-Okay.” She gives me a trusting smile.
My chest throbs as she relaxes, giving herself over to me. The level of trust she has in me is humbling. It’s a gift.
Elli shivers as I slide her panties down her legs to reveal the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. With a growl, I spread her legs and toss them over my shoulders, kissing and sucking her inner thighs. She moans and writhes as I kiss my way upward, her muscles twitching as I scrape my teeth across her heated flesh.
Elli looks down at me as I lick my lips. “I’ve never… no one’s ever…”
“I know, baby. Just let me love you. I’ve got you, I promise.”
Before she can reply, I lick up her center, finding her clit with my tongue.
“Holy fucking shit!” Elli shouts, her hips bucking beneath me.
“So wet for me, Elli. This pussy is begging to be filled, isn’t it, baby? Filled with my thick cock.”
“Mmm-hmm… I… Yep… Umph,” she babbles as I spear my tongue through her slick folds.
I lap at her relentlessly, swirling my tongue around her clit. Every part of me is hungry for her as I slide my hands up to squeeze her luscious tits while I lick her senseless.
Elli’s hips buck again, but there’s nowhere for her to go except deeper into my mouth. I alternate pressing her nipples with my thumbs and licking her clit until she’s mewling and matching my rhythm.
“Noah. Oh, God,” she pants, tightening her quivering thighs around my head. “Something’s happening. Feels… so good. I…”
“Let go, baby. Come for me. Give me everything,” I command.
And she does.
She arches her back so hard, her entire body comes off the mattress. “Oooh! I’m coming, Noah. Oh, sweet Jesus, I’m having an orgasm, and… mmm… I… Oh, it’s so good… God, yes!”
I smile against her pulsing pussy as she gives me a running commentary in true Elli fashion. She shakes with her release, her fingers curling into the sheets as she whispers my name between ragged breaths.
I eat her through her orgasm, lapping up her honeyed juices as she comes with complete abandon. She’s as open and honest at this moment as she is in everything she does, giving herself wholeheartedly to the pleasure. To me.
It's a sight I’ll never tire of.