Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
EVIE
I’m not sure who was moving faster, me or Noah, as we hurried across the road towards The Plaza.
‘Evening, Evie,’ said Danny the doorman. ‘Cold enough for you?’
I nodded.
‘You had a nice night?’ Danny pointed upwards to indicate the first few flakes of snow tumbling out of the sky.
‘Ah, look,’ he said, and beamed. ‘They said it would snow tonight. I reckon we’ll get a good few inches.
I love it when it snows. The city goes quiet for a few hours.
You wait ’til morning. It’s magical in Central Park. ’
A couple of flakes landed on Noah’s gorgeous face dusting his long lashes. I wanted to kiss him, capture those flakes with my lips. I sighed with longing, the anticipation almost bubbling beneath the surface of my skin.
‘Well, we’d better go,’ I said lamely. ‘I hope you don’t have to stay out here too long.’
‘Enjoy the rest of your night,’ said Danny.
‘Will do,’ said Noah, tugging at my hand.
We ran up the steps into the hotel and both began to giggle as we crossed the lobby to the elevator.
‘I thought we were going to be there forever,’ I said. ‘And now I feel bad for not talking to him.’
‘I’m sure he’ll forgive you, whereas if we’d had to wait out there for much longer, I might not have done.’
As soon as the elevator doors closed, Noah yanked off his shearling gloves, shoved them into his pockets and caught my cold face between his warm hands lowering his head to capture my mouth with icy cold lips.
I wrapped my arms around him and drew him closer, sinking into the kiss.
When the elevator doors opened, we stumbled out, mouths fused as we tried to simultaneously walk and kiss down the corridor.
‘Your room or mine?’ asked Noah, lifting his head for a brief breath.
‘Mine,’ I said on a gasp and, still kissing him, fumbled for my key card in my messenger bag.
We almost fell through the door when it opened and Noah pinned me against the wall, his mouth roving over mine while his hand tugged at the zip on the front of my coat and his other hand pushed at one coat sleeve trying to divest me of the down layers.
We were like a pair of octopi, all arms and legs as I tried to unbutton his heavy wool coat.
There was a thud followed by a rustle as both coats dropped one by one to the floor.
‘You’ve got too many clothes on,’ he said as he unwound my scarf.
I was already hauling up his sweater and the long-sleeved tee beneath it.
He yelped and cursed, tossing my scarf aside. ‘Your hands are freezing.’
‘Sorry,’ I said, relinquishing his mouth to pull his clothes over his head.
I kissed his smooth, taut chest. God he was gorgeous.
Nicely muscled with defined pecs leading to a flat stomach and a smattering of hairs that led below his waistband.
My mouth watered and I wanted to kiss my way down his stomach.
I dropped to my knees and kissed his belly, my lips grazing the smooth skin before nuzzling the soft hair.
My fingers were already grappling with his belt buckle.
‘Evie,’ he murmured. But it wasn’t a ‘stop, Evie’, I was pretty sure it was a ‘yes, please, Evie’. I pulled open his jeans and pushed them down to his hips to reveal black jersey boxers and a tented bulge.
‘Someone’s pleased to see me,’ I murmured, cradling him through the fabric.
He grasped my elbows and hauled me up. ‘Not yet. I told you. I want to savour you.’
I lifted an eyebrow. ‘Savour me?’
‘Oh, yes,’ he said. ‘Every last bite of you.’ He gave me what I could only describe as a wolfish grin and my heart fluttered in my chest. I pressed my hands against his chest and stared into his eyes and his gaze softened. ‘We’re not in a hurry, are we?’
I shook my head, unable to speak, overwhelmed by the rush of feeling.
‘I’m going to take my time with you, Evie Green.’ His fingers sneaked under my jumper and circled the sensitive skin just above the waistband of my jeans. He leaned in and kissed me again. A long slow open-mouthed kiss which had my heart singing and made me dizzy with lust.
He pulled off my sweatshirt and then kissed me again, before his fingers drifted to my shirt.
He undid the first button and skimmed my collarbone sending light shivers across my skin.
When he released the next button, the fabric fell away and he kissed my sternum down to the next button.
He worked his way down to my stomach, pulling my shirt from my waistband.
His mouth roved over my belly, and I sucked in much-needed air.
Then he pushed my shirt back and my sleeves halfway down my arms so that I was caught fast in the material. I stood before him, mute, in my bra.
‘Pretty,’ he whispered and kissed the swell of my breasts.
I wriggled, trying to get free but he’d bunched the material behind my back with one hand and I was held tight.
He paused and stroked my face, his fingers tender on my skin as he pushed stray curls off my cheeks.
I met his heated gaze, drinking me in as if he were a man dying of thirst.
‘I want you, Evie.’ His hand glided down my throat to my chest without touching my breasts, his gaze intent. ‘Do you want me?’
I nodded, almost but not quite shy. This soft tenderness was new to me and now I knew what he meant by ‘savouring’. I wanted to hold onto these feelings, this quiet intimacy, the lull before the storm. For once, I’d made this choice. I’d not just given in to impulse.
With his other hand, he undid my jeans and pushed them down, showing remarkable dexterity as they dropped to the floor around my ankles.
‘Mmm,’ he purred, looking down my body, and my insides turned themselves inside out. No one had ever taken this much time to seduce me, and although the heated ache between my legs was starting to burn with insistent desire, I wanted to see where it would lead.
He pulled my bra down and his hot wet mouth closed over my breast, sucking in my nipple with one quick pull.
My knees almost buckled as I let out a long low moan.
The intensity of feeling almost too much to bear.
It felt as if we’d been building this bonfire for days, and any moment I might spontaneously combust into flames of pure lust.
His mouth teased and tormented and then he lowered to his knees, his tongue sliding down my belly.
His hand palmed my mound. I was so focused on the hot bundle of nerves at my apex that it was only then that I realised he’d let go of my arms. I wriggled out of my shirt and thrust my hands into his hair as he opened his mouth over my damp underwear, nuzzling at my seam.
I bit my lip, aware that I was coming apart and any second was going to call his name over and over. I was losing all sense of control.
Noah stood again, his hands undoing my bra and then both his thumbs circled my nipples again.
I almost fell against him, light-headed with desire.
‘I don’t do this,’ I whispered against his throat.
Shocked and awed and more than a little scared by the rising tide of emotion washing through my body.
I wasn’t sure if he heard me or not, because his hot wet mouth closed over my nipple again and I lost the ability to think straight.
I pushed my hands into his briefs and pushed them down, watching as his erection sprang free. I immediately grasped the hard silken length of him, a burst of heat thrilling through me at his low groan.
He captured my mouth again in a long, open-mouthed, drugging kiss, pushed my hand away, shuffling us back to the bed, falling backwards and taking me with him.
We landed on the soft mattress, side by side.
He shucked off his jeans, taking something out of the pocket and made quick work of my panties.
And then we were lying skin to skin. That first full-body-length contact sent a static burst of excitement spiralling through me.
I arched into him wanting to feel as much of him as I could.
I heard the rustle of protection.
‘This okay,’ he asked as he slid the condom down the length of him.
I nodded, mesmerised.
‘Come here,’ he said and pulled me on top of him his hands caressing my butt cheeks and moving down to separate my legs. The yearning between them was now almost unbearable. Then he rolled us both, until his weight pressed into me. I welcomed the security of his body cradling and cocooning me.
His eyes searched my face for one second before he circled his fingers around my opening.
‘Please, Noah,’ I begged and lifted my hips.
The desperate invitation was all he needed, and he nudged at me, his thick head easing inside.
I gasped at the sensation as inch by delicious inch, he filled me.
When he was fully seated, he looked down into my eyes and I felt a quick thread of fear.
This was too much but … not enough. I clasped his back and pulled him closer, hiding my eyes from him.
I bit him lightly on the shoulder, tasting his salty skin.
‘I want more,’ I whispered, wanting to lose myself in passion, so I didn’t have to think or worry about these feelings of need and hope.
Noah kissed me and then pulled back before pushing home in one smooth achingly perfect thrust that set my nerve endings sparkling with pleasure.
He set the pace, and I lifted my hips, sighing his name with each slide and pump, matching his rhythm, until I was breathless and incoherent with desire and desperation.
I felt my core tightening and the little rush of heat before I went over the edge, the orgasm bursting over me drenching me in ecstasy. A second later, he moaned and I felt him pulsing inside me as he came with a loud heartfelt groan, ‘Evie, oh God, Evie.’
I clutched him to me and hung on, realising that I might have just made a terrible mistake.
How was I ever going to let him go?