Chapter 30 #2
Then she tossed the towel onto the table, and it was her fingers tracing over his exposed skin instead. Her thumb dragged along his happy trail, stopping at his waistband.
A needy moan escaped from his chest, even though she still hadn’t touched the unmissable bulge inside the fabric.
Danica’s eyes flicked up to his, as if the sound had surprised her.
He waited to see what she would do, even though it took all his willpower to remain motionless.
Her hand went behind her back. There was the sound of a zipper opening. She wiggled out of her dress and let it fall to the floor.
Her bra and panties were matching, a pale cream color. The fabric was translucent, revealing her dark pink nipples and a strip of pubic hair.
She didn’t even look real, she was so beautiful. And he could see her so much better than last night.
Noah reached for her. The motion was utterly involuntary. He couldn’t have stopped himself if he’d tried.
He felt her soft, smooth skin under his palms. Then the gentle friction of silky lace as his hands moved down along her hips.
The adrenaline and the heat in his veins crested inside of him, turning into something savage. It refused to be held back.
He pulled her closer and crashed their mouths together.
Danica moaned, her hands going to his chest.
His tongue slid into the gap between her lips. She sucked on it. Her hand curved around his erection and squeezed.
Oh, fuck yes.
Noah felt a primal need to claim her. To prove that nobody could touch her. Nobody except him.
Now, right now, he was going to have her.
This wasn’t like last night, when he’d been on the floor, and Danica had been in control. Noah was way too worked up for that. He’d pulled his motorcycle into death-defying stunts on the freeway for her. He’d killed for her. And he’d do it again in a heartbeat and ask nothing in return.
But years ago, he’d given Danica up for the “right” reasons, all of which seemed like meaningless bullshit to him at this moment.
He didn’t care anymore if he was her bodyguard.
It didn’t matter who wouldn’t approve or who hated him, any more than that stuff had mattered last night. All he could think about was her.
And she was standing in front of him in nothing but her bra and panties, kissing him like they were both on fire, and this was the only way to put it out.
Danica was strong and fierce and stubborn. Somehow, her strength only made him want to possess her more—because he knew it was impossible to make her do anything she didn’t want to do.
Noah backed her up toward the bed.
When she was almost there, Danica spun him around. He sat on the edge of the mattress, bouncing against it, and she straddled his lap. She was still wearing her strappy black heels.
Her tongue thrust eagerly into his mouth, like she intended to claim him instead.
Their kisses were searing. His hands rounded over the cups of her bra. He pinched and tugged at her beaded nipples through the lace.
Next his fingers dug into her ass, sneaking beneath the edges of her panties and into the warm, wet heat between her legs. His teeth nipped at her lower lip.
Danica broke away from his mouth. She trailed soft kisses and kitten licks down the side of his neck, then switching to sucking at his skin. It felt incredible.
When she reached the curve where his neck and shoulder met, she bit into the thick muscle. Not hard enough to break the skin, but not gentle, either. A thunderbolt of heat shot down his spine and into his balls.
“Oh, Dani. That’s…fuck.” Noah tipped his head back, and she ran her tongue over his Adam’s apple. His cock strained his boxer briefs, leaking all over the fabric. “You play dirty.”
“Do I?” She sucked hard at the bite mark on his shoulder.
Danica had been right. He didn’t want nice. He wanted her to be rough with him, push him, and he intended to push right back. He loved that battle, that tension between them.
She stood up and yanked her panties down, kicking them off. His hand immediately pushed between her legs, and his middle finger slid inside of her. Just as wet as she’d been last night. Danica moaned and grabbed onto his arms to brace herself. His biceps flexed under her touch.
He loved knowing how much she wanted this. Wanted him.
Usually, he would’ve taken his time. When it came to sex, Noah didn’t like to rush. His favorite encounters in the past had been playful and slow to build.
But overpowering need screamed inside of him, refusing to be tamped down or ignored.
He could taste and savor her later. Right now, the most savage part of him just needed to fuck. To spill himself inside of her.
“My wallet,” he murmured, the words nearly incoherent, “a condom, I think I’ve…”
“I want to go bare with you. I trust you. Do you trust me?”
Another wave of heat flashed across his skin. He was already barely containing himself. “I’m afraid I won’t last long.”
“So don’t. I doubt I will either.”
Noah pulled his finger out of her. He shoved down the waistband of his briefs, tucking them beneath his balls. His pants were only down to his thighs, but he was in too much of a hurry to care about that, and clearly, she didn’t mind either.
A pearl of precome beaded at his slit, and he swirled his thumb over it. The head of his dick was purple and glistening and aching to thrust into her.
Danica crawled onto him, lining up her opening, letting his swollen tip tease her. So good. The feeling made his head swim. His hands grabbed her hips.
“I want you, Noah.” She nuzzled her nose against his temple. “Take what’s yours.”
Mine.
If only she truly meant that. Noah wanted so much more of Danica than he’d ever be able to get. But having her on his cock right now was a decent consolation.
He pulled her down onto him. His shaft buried inside her, and they both gasped.