Chapter 18
Noah smooths my dress back in place. He tucks another errant curl into place. Then he takes my hand and escorts me through the restaurant. We pass the ma?tre d’ and Noah thanks him.
“The penthouse has its own private elevator, Mr. Steel. Just down at the end of that hallway.”
Private elevator. Private penthouse. And a whole weekend with Noah Steel.
As soon as the elevator doors close, sealing us into our own world, Noah’s thumb slides along my jaw. “Remember what I told you. I know this is happening fast, because I think I might already be obsessed with you, Lucky Irish, but you can slow me down anytime with a single word.”
“Yes?” I might be teasing him. Because I’m dazed and high on my endorphin rush after that life-changing orgasm he just gave me. For the first time ever, I’m not second-guessing anything. All my hesitations have been swept away by my new discovery of the things he can freaking do .
The realization is shockingly sure of itself.
I want him to be the one. Tonight. Now.
I’m going to cash in my V-card with Noah Steel.
“ Yes isn’t going to slow me down, baby girl. In fact it might make me go a little crazy. Just to give you fair warning.”
My body is still humming. I feel hot and reckless. “How crazy?” I whisper.
Noah leans me back against the wall of the elevator. “Very. Fucking. Crazy.” His eyes glimmer with that sparked playfulness and a dark, brimming desire.
There’s a power to this I wasn’t expecting. He’s so damn big, his grip ludicrously strong. He could so very easily overpower me. In any other place or time this might unsettle me. But with Noah, I can feel it lighting me up. I want to tempt him so much I hardly recognize myself.
I stand on my toes and lightly touch my tongue to his plump bottom lip. His mouth takes mine in another hungry, tender, desperate kiss and I gasp, my body arching into him.
Damn, that algorithm really nailed it. This chemistry is combustible.
His hands grasp my hips, pulling me against his hard body. He slides a muscled thigh between mine. I can feel his arousal pressing hotly against my stomach.
Holy shit.
He’s huge.
I don’t have much—okay, any—experience with these things, but I’m not that na?ve.
The feel of his massive manhood does strange things to me.
It basically distills me down to my basest female urges.
He knows my secrets. He gave me my first orgasm, a full-body bloom that reached all the way down to my soul and lit a new bonfire inside me.
He owns a piece of me now. Our bond is real.
I want him like I’ve never wanted anything.
Noah lifts me easily and his brute strength sends a warm thrill to my still-rippling core. “Which one of those wildest dreams should we attend to next?”
It’s a joke, probably, and it needs to be a joke. We’re hardly going to start working on the wildest dreams I confessed to him tonight. We hardly know each other.
Even so, I wrap my arms and legs around him as he kisses me again. The gigantic ridge inside his jeans presses into my stomach and I writhe a little, without meaning to, needing more.
Jesus. He’s so freaking big.
“That’s my good girl.” The husk of his deep voice is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. “You want to come again so fucking bad. You’re trying to get off by rubbing that sweet, wet pussy against my big cock, aren’t you, baby?”
Oh hell. Yes. Yes I am.
The elevator doors slide open and Noah carries me into the suite. All I can think is thank God because I can’t wait another second for more of what he can do .
It’s dark except for the glow of a few low lamps and the city outside the wall of windows. I can vaguely appreciate that the room is palatial and very luxurious.
Noah lays me onto the bed, crouching over me. My arms and legs are still wrapped around him. He holds his weight as his mouth takes mine in another brain-demolishing kiss.
As he kisses me, he lays the full weight of his big body onto mine. My dress has ridden up, my panties are saturated, my legs are wrapped around him and now he’s pressing the length of that colossal hardness against me, forcing my body to cradle him very intimately.
Staring into my eyes, Noah grinds his big cock against my clit, still slick and hyper-sensitive from the orgasm he already gave me.
The rhythmic force of him tips me over another crazy edge.
The pleasure blooms in an overflowing swell that crashes through me, each wave more intense than the last. “Noah. Noah,” I hear myself moan.
Okay, I’m officially hooked on this man. I really never knew pleasure could be so extreme.
“Good girl. You’re so fucking hot for me, Irish.” The smug smirk somehow entwines with his awed gaze as he stares down at me and smooths my hair, that damn twinkle in his lust-dark eyes. “You okay?”
Once I can manage it, I shake my head.
“No?” His smugness immediately turns to concern. “If you want to take a little break we could order some?—”
“ No .” I’m clinging to him as the pleasure still ripples. I need him. I need him to anchor me. You don’t come that hard twice in a row without needing someone to hold onto. I’m new at this. I’m adjusting to being enlightened and reborn.
I can feel his low chuckle, there , where I’m still coming. “Okay, Irish, I get you. You want me to make you come again.”
Slowly, I nod.
“Greedy girl. I can’t blame you for wanting to fast track all those wildest dreams though. Let’s level up.”
Level up? There’s an up ? Then again, of course there is. We haven’t even gotten to the main event yet.
I need it now. All this time I’ve been missing out on this . This big, manly beast who can make me come so hard with barely a wink of those blue, blue eyes. “Please,” I whisper.
I don’t even know what I’m begging for. I just want to feel.
More of this. More of him . After a lifetime of stepping up, playing nice, being alone most of the time and doing whatever I was fucking told, I want to be free .
I don’t know how Noah Steel does it but that’s exactly how he makes me feel.
Free and safe and so damn good I’m already addicted.
“You’re in good hands, little Irish. I’m going to take such good care of you. Now, be a good girl for me while I take off your dress. Are you ready for me?”
“Yes.”
Noah takes off my dress. He unclasps my bra and pulls it off, murmuring a low oath when he sees me. “My perfect, perfect dream girl. I can’t believe I found you.”