Chapter 23 Honor
Honor
Ileave Mum with promises to visit again tomorrow. I feel guilty to be leaving so early when I don’t have a work commitment until lunchtime, but Ally is on her way. And I have to see Noah. Alone.
I put my head around his office door. His back is to me, facing his laptop with his head in his hands.
‘Hey.’ I knock lightly.
He’s up out of his chair in an instant, pulling me in and slamming the door closed behind me before pushing me up against it.
His mouth is on mine immediately; he relieves me of my Birkin and drops it to the floor before his hands fill themselves up with me.
One of them twists around my neck and fists my hair, and the other moves slickly over my dress before cupping my arse, hard.
The force of his kiss opens my mouth, and I gasp as his tongue enters me.
Finding mine and claiming his territory.
This is no polite greeting; he’s kissing me like a starving man, like he can’t help himself, like he’s hardly aware of what he’s doing.
And he’s hard. He grinds against me, pushing me into the door, and I moan at the heavenly feeling of being surrounded by him, consumed by him.
I claw at his gorgeous hair and tilt my head and draw him in as close as I can. I try to slide one leg up his calf, but the pencil skirt on this dress is too tight.
His hands move. They caress my arse and dip into my waist and graze over my breasts and fondle the zip at the back of my dress.
‘This dress.’ His voice is hoarse, and he pushes his erection harder against me. ‘Are you trying to kill me? It’s so fucking sexy, I can’t even…’ He groans and drops his face to the crook of my neck. Begins to kiss and lick it, and I roll my head back in ecstasy.
‘I wore it for you,’ I say breathlessly. ‘I give you Honor Chapman, TV presenter.’
‘Fuck.’ He groans again. His hands bracket my hips. ‘Can I take it off?’
‘Noah. I am not having sex with you in this broom-cupboard of an office, surrounded by people who are dying. Even though a horrifyingly large part of me wants to.’
He lets out an anguished laugh. ‘Fair enough, gorgeous. Can I drag you to my flat? Or can I just have a sneak peek? Just a little unzip… I need to know what you’ve got on under that dress. I need to undo it.’
He’s breathing heavily into my shoulder, and he rolls his hips against me again.
Jesus Christ. I run my hands down over the crisp cotton of his shirt and clamp my hands on his arse.
The lustrous wool of his suit trousers drapes over it in a manner that’s sheer perfection.
I really need to get this man naked. I really need him to get me naked.
I need to be on a bed with him, with zero barriers between us.
I push him away with difficulty. His lips are swollen and his eyes are hooded. He’s heaven. ‘How far away do you live?’
‘Ten minutes. Ledbury Road.’ He fondles a piece of my hair and grins a heart-stopping grin. ‘I’ve even got scrubs there.’
My heart comes to life again. ‘Stethoscope?’
He’s still grinning. ‘Definitely, Madam.’
Oh God. ‘I like the suit.’ I finger the tie. ‘Junior doctor is sexy, but suited-up consultant is sexier. But dig out the stethoscope.’ I lean forward and purr into his ear. ‘I’m going to need a lot of help, Doctor.’