Chapter 29 Sabrina
SAbrINA
Sleep evades me, and with every minute that ticks by on the clock on the bedside table, my frustration mounts.
With a huff, I throw the covers off, then storm into the attached bathroom, yanking off my bonnet as I go. I need to get out of this room before I go insane thinking about my boss.
He’s so infuriating.
For the most part, I’m good at reading people. Noah, though, is an enigma. The mood swings are exhausting. I understand that the loss was hard for him, but there’s no need to be rude to me about it.
Annoyance hot in my veins, I grab my sweater and tug it over my head. I need to get out of this room. Some fresh air will go a long way in making me feel better.
I stuff my feet into my sneakers, not bothering to do the laces, and swipe up my room key. Carefully, I tiptoe to the door and close it silently behind me.
I doubt the pool is open at this hour, and I’m not wearing a suit, but it’s where I head anyway.
It’s on the roof, which seems strange, considering how often it rains in London.
The moment I step out onto the deck, the quiet splash of water alerts me to the presence of another person.
Shit. Not wanting to end up being murdered on a hotel roof and tossed off the side of the building or stuffed down a drain, I quickly turn on my heel to go back in.
But as I spin, I catch sight of the strong shoulders cutting through the water and freeze.
“Noah?”
He turns at the edge of the pool and swims toward the other end, clearly not hearing me.
I should leave. There’s a good chance he’ll snap at me again. But despite my better judgment, I sit at the edge and dip my feet into the water. As he gets closer, he slows, as if he’s realized he’s not alone, then pops up out of the water.
His wet hair is black in the moonlight, the droplets of water on his skin glinting.
“What are you doing out here?” he asks, swiping a hand down his face.
I kick my legs back and forth lazily. “I needed some fresh air. You?”
He lets out a gruff sound that’s somewhere between a laugh and a scoff. “Working off my frustrations.”
“Frustrations about what?” It’s obvious, but I want to make him say it. I want to make him suffer. Is that so wrong?
Eyes narrowed, he moves closer. “What do you think?”
I roll my eyes, my focus fixed on my feet below the water. “I couldn’t begin to guess. Everything frustrates you.”
The surface breaks, and he clutches my ankles.
At his touch, my treacherous heart skips a beat.
He pushes my knees apart and steps between them.
“I kind of like this,” I admit, trying to ignore the goose bumps dimpling my skin.
He cocks his head to the side, a half smile painting his lips. “Me between your legs?”
“No.” I huff. How is it possible for this man to annoy me so easily? “Having you below me.”
Chuckling, he slides his hands up my thighs. And when I shiver, he breaks into a devilish grin.
“You didn’t answer.” I cock a brow, hands grasping the edge of the pool on either side of me. “What’s frustrating you?”
He stops his trek up my legs, fingers splayed wide. I try not to think about how thin my cotton pajama shorts are or how close his hands are to that place between my legs.
“You.”
My stomach bottoms out.
“Me?” I laugh, incredulous. “You’re the very definition of frustrating. Hot and cold and moody as fuck. It drives me crazy.”
With his thumbs, he rubs slow circles on the insides of my knees.
“What are you doing?” My voice comes out stronger than I feel.
He slides his hands up higher. “What does it look like I’m doing?”
On a harsh inhale, I close my eyes. “Noah, we can’t.”
His fingers trace a line over my covered my pussy, pulling a gasp from my lips.
He looks up at me, a cocky smirk on his arrogant mouth. “You’re really going to tell me you don’t want me to lick this pussy?”
I struggle to find my breath, to latch on to a single coherent thought.
His smile only grows larger.
God, I hate him and I hate myself for the way I can’t stop wanting him.
“This is a bad idea. We need to stop.” I scan the pool deck, searching for signs of life, cameras, anything that could signal that we’ll be caught.
He licks a drop of water from his lip. “Maybe I don’t want to stop. Maybe I can’t quit you and it’s driving me crazy.”
Heart stuttering, I inhale sharply. “You don’t mean that.”
“I never meant to complicate things,” he admits, eyes dropping. “You were supposed to be Maddie’s nanny. That’s all. It should’ve been easy to keep my hands off you.”
“But?” I prompt, hit with a burst of bravery.
“But I’m selfish,” he whispers, rubbing a thumb down my seam and pulling a hiss from me. “I want you all to myself.” He swallows audibly. “I lost today, yet rather than dwelling on it, beating myself up about it, all I can think about is you.”
“This is a bad idea.” I run my fingers through his wet hair, relishing the way he closes his eyes in response.
He leans into my hand like a cat desperate for more affection. I almost expect him to purr.
“We need to stop.”
“I know.” Eyes open, he zeroes in on my face. “But I can’t seem to quit you.”
He presses a kiss to the inside of my thigh.
“Noah.”
The single word is a plea. Whether I’m begging him to continue or to stop is anyone’s guess.
“Tell me you don’t want this.” He holds my attention, daring me to look away. “Tell me you don’t want me.”
My inability to respond brings a satisfied smile to his too-handsome-for-his-own-good face.
“You can’t, can you, baby? You’re as bad off as I am.”
I wish I could say I didn’t want him. But I’ve never been as attracted to another man as I am to Noah.
Even when he gives me severe whiplash. To some extent, I understand where he’s coming from.
He has a stressful job. He lost his wife.
He’s navigating life as a single dad. But none of that excuses the way he can turn on me so easily.
None of that makes the unsteadiness between us okay.
“Please, Sabrina. Let me lick this pussy. I need it.” His eyes are dark with desire, reflecting the light of the moon. That look, the pure hunger in his expression, makes me weak. The pained way he says I need it really shakes my crumbling resolve.
“What about cameras?”
“What about them?” he challenges. “I can see your pulse pounding in your throat. Fight me all you want, baby, but you want me just as badly as I want you.”
Instead of answering him with words, I hook a finger under my panties and bottoms and pull them aside, exposing my bare pussy.
“Fuck,” he curses. “Look at you. So pretty and wet for me.” He loops his arms around my thighs, pulling my butt to the edge of the pool and making me yelp.
The first lick of his tongue has me dropping to my elbows and throwing my head back.
“You can be so sour, but this pussy? It’s always sweet.” He licks and sucks at my clit, then parts my folds with his tongue.
“Noah” I bite my lip hard enough to taste blood. “Oh, God.”
He’s somehow both controlled and wild in the way he sucks at my sensitive flesh. I grasp his hair, needing something to hold on to so that I don’t melt into the concrete surrounding the pool.
He’s devouring my pussy like it’s a meal from a Michelin-star-worthy restaurant and he wants to make sure the plate is licked clean.
My hips rock against his face of their own accord.
“Ride my face, baby.” He gives the inside of my thigh a slap. “Show me how much you love how I eat this pussy.”
I should probably be embarrassed. I came out here to sulk about him, annoyed by his behavior, after all. And now I’m letting him eat me out. But is it really my fault?
Noah Baker could win a pussy-eating championship.
There should be trophies for such a feat. He might be in a better mood if he’d earned one of those today.
He places a gentle kiss on my clit, and instantly, I find myself shaking, on the verge of an orgasm.
“That’s right, baby.” He grins. “Come on my face.” Diving back in, he licks me from opening to clit. Then he sucks the sensitive bud into his mouth. That’s all it takes to send a wave crashing over me. Lost in the throes of an orgasm, I clench around nothing, desperate for his cock to fill me.
I have to stop doing this. I have to stop being so weak for him.
But not tonight.
Tonight I need more.
I lose myself in the sensation of it all, lying back on the concrete as I ride out the orgasm against his face. He doesn’t slow. He continues licking and sucking and flicking, making the pleasure last.
Once I’ve come back down and my vision has cleared, I find Noah grinning at me, looking mighty pleased with himself.
Still on edge, all reasonable thoughts having fled, I sink into the water, still clothed.
In one synchronized move, he loops his arms around me and I clamp my legs wrap around his hips. As his impressive erection pushes against his swim trunks and into my core, I find his mouth and savor the taste of myself lingering on his tongue.
Gasping for air, I pull back. “I need you to fuck me.”
He grins, his eyes twinkling with mirth. “Admit it—you like the way I fuck you.”
A shudder works its way up my spine. “You don’t need me to say it. You already know I do.”
“It’s why you keep coming back, isn’t it?”
I grip his clean-shaven jaw and dig my fingers in. “I keep coming back because I like you more than I should.”
“And I have a stellar dick, right?” He waggles his brows.
As much as this man infuriates me, I can’t help but laugh. I can’t resist playful Noah. “That too.”
Rubbing his nose along my neck, he presses a kiss to my collarbone. “I don’t think you realize how fucking irresistible you are to me.”
I roll my hips, searching for friction and finding it as I grind against his erection. “I have some idea.”
He hisses between his teeth. “Sabrina.”
“Please. Don’t make me beg.”
With his teeth, he latches on to my bottom lip and gives it a tug. “I like it when you beg.”
To think I came out here because the annoyance I felt for him kept me from sleeping. Now here I am, desperate for him to fuck me.