Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
Noah woke in the dark. Danica was crying. Thrashing around on the bed.
Instantly, he was on his feet. The blinds on her window were closed, but enough moonlight shone through that Noah could see her. Danica’s eyes were squeezed shut, the sheets pushed down below her legs.
She was having a nightmare again, like last night. But this one must’ve been worse. Tears were leaking from her eyes.
He’d never seen her cry before. Not once.
“Please,” she murmured. “Don’t.”
Noah put a hand on her arm. “Dani?”
“No.”
“Dani.” He couldn’t stand seeing her like this. He knelt over her on the mattress and held each of her arms, trying to nudge her awake.
Danica’s eyes flew open. She gasped.
Her leg hooked around his knee, and she threw her weight toward him. Suddenly they’d flipped, switching places. But instead of landing on the mattress, Noah fell completely off the bed.
He thudded onto the floor with Danica on top of him.
“Oof.” He was feeling those metal rods in his back. Damn.
“Noah? What happened? What’re you doing?”
“Trying to wake you. It worked.”
“But…” Her knees were on either side of his stomach. She glanced up at the bed, then down at him, like she was tracing the chain of events. “Did I hurt you?”
“Nah.” Even if the strain in his voice suggested otherwise. “Your self defense skills are impressive, though.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It was my fault. Are you all right? I thought you were having a nightmare.”
“I might have been. It’s no big deal.” She wiped her face.
“You were crying.”
Her palms pressed onto his bare chest, fingers splaying. She wasn’t getting up. Instead, she was staring down at him, eyes now defiant. “I don’t cry.”
“Sure about that?”
Her eyes narrowed, and her hair fell around her face. “I wasn’t crying. I think you might be, though. Are your eyes watering? Are you sure you’re all right?”
His blood pumped faster, enjoying this more every second. Especially now that she seemed annoyed at him instead of upset.
Danica had on leggings and a loose top, and he was working very hard not to sneak a peek down the front.
“Okay, fine, you don’t cry.” Noah brought his hand up to tuck her hair behind her ear. “But if you ever do, you don’t have to worry.” He was murmuring softly. “I won’t tell anyone.”
“Noah, I…”
“Yeah?” He knew he was staring at her mouth, but he couldn’t help himself.
“I really am sorry for attacking you.”
“Don’t be. You can flip me around any time you want.”
She smirked. “Can I?”
“In fact, it was kinda sexy.” He hated that she’d been afraid, but the way she’d handled him had been hot.
“You shouldn’t say things like that,” she whispered. But she didn’t seem all that disapproving.
“Just being honest.”
“Maybe I should shut you up.”
A new burst of heat flooded his veins. Whatever was happening right now, he liked it. “You could try.”
Before he knew what was happening, her mouth crashed onto his.
Yes.
The last couple of days with her had been nonstop temptation. She’d kissed him at the party, and he’d managed to set that aside. To go back to good behavior.
But he’d been wondering when he’d reach the limits of his willpower, and this was it. Danica straddling him, the scent of jasmine filling his nose, her tongue licking at the seam of his lips.
The word “no” was no longer in his vocabulary.
His mouth opened to her, and their tongues slid against one another. Noah’s cock jumped at the sensation.
She brought her hands up to either side of his face, pushing her tongue even deeper. Taking from him. Demanding.
Noah reached up to wind his fingers into her hair, tugging at the strands. Her shirt had inched up, the smooth skin of her stomach meeting his torso.
A fist pounded against her bedroom door. “Ms. Foster-Grant? The hall cameras registered a loud noise. Do you need assistance?” It was a male voice, one of the bodyguards who subbed in for Rosie.
Shit.
They both froze, and Noah figured this was it. Danica would realize what a stupid idea this was. Or get embarrassed at the interruption.
But she just shouted, “I’m fine. Go away.”
And then she went right back to kissing him.
All his good behavior and “do the right thing” were officially forgotten. Noah’s dick was tenting his pajama pants, and his body was on fire, and he’d needed her too badly and for too fucking long to listen to any voice except hers.
Anything Danica wanted. That was all that mattered.
But she was too busy sucking on his tongue for either of them to breathe, much less speak.
She was ravaging his mouth like she owned him.
Noah reached beneath her shirt. His palm met her breast, its round fullness swaying, the nipple jutting out. His thumb flicked over it, and she panted.
He wanted his mouth on her naked breasts. He wanted his mouth everywhere.
Noah hooked her around the waist and flipped them over. He cushioned her fall, making sure she hit his pillow and blanket.
This was actually Danica underneath him. The girl he’d been aching for since he was a kid. Now that it was really happening, he knew he should slow down. Turn on the lights. Kiss and touch and appreciate every part of her so he’d never forget this night.
But he also worried, deep down, that it wouldn’t really happen. Someone else would knock on the door and refuse to be ignored. A natural disaster would hit. The universe would laugh.
But he wanted this so fucking bad. He’d never felt this kind of desire. So intense it could break him.
So he wasn’t going to slow down, wasn’t going to stop, unless Danica told him to. Like he was racing against all the things that might keep them apart.
“What do you want, Dani?”
“You. Everything you said when we were on the motorcycle.”
“You want me to touch you? Fuck you?”
One of his hands pushed up her shirt. He brought his mouth over her nipple and sucked.
Danica moaned. “Yes.”
He dipped into her pajama shorts and stroked between her folds, seeking out her opening. Already soaking wet. Damn, she really wanted this.
Noah pushed his fingers inside her, coating them with her liquid, then withdrew. His tongue flicked out to taste her on his hand. So good. Pussy was like nothing else, and Danica’s was an elixir, making him drunk with lust.
Noah rubbed his hand over his face, wanting to mark himself with Danica’s heady scent. His cock thickened even more in response, balls already full and heavy.
He wanted to suck her clit until she came in his mouth, so he could drink in every drop.