27. Sabrina
CHAPTER 27
SAbrINA
Confused, I lean forward in my seat and peer up at the building outside the car. “This isn’t our hotel.”
“I know.” He grasps the door handle. “But this is where we’re staying tonight.”
“Huh?”
He climbs out, then ducks down and says, “Fisher and Ebba are watching Maddie,” before disappearing.
“I… wait, what ?” My heart lurches.
Blinking, I spin and watch him approach my door.
Darkness fell hours ago, and it’s been a long day, but I suddenly feel wide awake.
I take Noah’s hand, letting him help me from the car even though I don’t need it. “Together,” I breathe. “They’re watching her together?”
“Yeah,” he draws the word out, frowning. “Why?”
“I…” I snap my mouth shut. Shit. He has no idea that Ebba and Fisher used to be a thing. “Did they agree to this?”
“Obviously.” With a chuckle, he rests his hand on my lower back and leads me to the entrance of the hotel.
“So, they knew they were going to take care of Maddie together ?”
His brows furrow. “I… no. I didn’t think it would matter. They know each other and Maddie is comfortable with them both. Why? What aren’t you telling me?”
Oh my God. Ebba is probably freaking out. I’m shocked she hasn’t blown up my phone yet.
“Nothing,” I answer, the single word a squeak.
With another quizzical look, he drops the subject and greets the person at the check-in desk.
By the time he’s finished checking in, he thankfully seems to have forgotten about my strange behavior.
“I take it you think you’re getting lucky tonight?” I joke as we step into an elevator. Somehow, this hotel is even nicer than where we’ve been staying.
With the shake of his head, he grins boyishly and studies his shoes. “No.”
I giggle. How is it that I can appreciate this boyish side of him just as thoroughly as the bossy side? “Liar.”
When the doors slide open, he grasps my hand and leads me to the left. At the door, he presses his phone to the pad and it instantly unlocks.
“Ooh, fancy.”
Inside, I pause with a hand on the wall so I can take my new shoes off.
Noah sets the bag of books and the one that holds my heels on the table and turns on a light, illuminating the space dimly.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, Big Ben stands tall in the distance. It takes my breath away, how beautiful the world around us truly is. It’s sad, really, how few of us ever truly get to experience it, not when we’re working every day to make ends meet.
Noah undoes the button at his neck, then goes to work on the second one. “I booked the suite because I thought you might like a bath.”
Warmth blooms in my chest at the prospect. “A bath?”
“You like bubble baths.”
I gape at him, and in return, he gives me a sheepish smile. I didn’t think he’d noticed that.
“I do.”
“And our hotel room doesn’t have a fancy tub.”
“Right.” Only a standard tub, but I can’t complain. My last apartment had a shower stall only.
He cocks his head in the direction of the bathroom. “Take a look.”
When I turn the light on and find a massive sunken tub and a plethora of bubble baths and salts, I squeak.
“You booked a night at a hotel just so I could take a bubble bath?” I turn away from the gorgeous tiled space and enormous tub.
With a shrug, he gives me that sheepish smile again. The one that makes him look so young. “And so I could get lucky.”
I throw my head back, and a deep laugh escapes me. “I knew it.”
He closes the distance between us, his arm wending around my waist.
My heart picks up at the touch.
Dangerous — falling for him could be the worst mistake of my life.
Or maybe the best thing to ever happen to me.
While my conscience wars with itself, he presses a gentle kiss to my temple and releases me.
“Let me run that bath for you.”
I nearly swoon at the sensuality of the simple moment. It’s embarrassing how weak in the knees this man makes me.
He plugs the drain and turns on the water, then peers at me over his shoulder. “What scent are you feeling?”
Lips pressed together, I step closer and peruse the options in the basket. “Citrus.”
He adds the bubbles and matching scented salts. Soon the bathroom is filled with steam and smells like a mixture of lemon and orange.
Arm behind my back, I awkwardly grasp at my zipper, but before I can slide it down, Noah’s there doing it for me.
I watch his reflection in the mirror, soaking in every detail of the moment. His fingers skim the bare skin of my back, lingering on the lacy strap of the bra. Eyes closed, he inhales deeply and presses his lips to my neck. When he slips his hands down my bare skin beneath the fabric until he finds my hips and plays with the lacy sides of the thong, my knees wobble.
“Sabrina.” My name is a curse and a prayer. Releasing me again, he takes a careful step back, then another.
The loss of his heat is palpable. Slowly, I turn to face him, concern tugging down my lips.
“I need a moment.” He lowers his focus to the noticeable tent in his pants.
“Ah.” A thrill works its way through me. “That’s okay.” I tug the dress up and over my hips and head. “You can watch.”
When I drop the garment to the floor, every one of his muscles is rigid, like it’s taking all his strength to hold himself back.
I quickly remove my bra and let it fall, never looking away from him. If it weren’t for the water running, I’m certain I would hear every labored breath he takes.
“Like what you see?” I tease, feeling suddenly bold.
His eyes flare with heat. “You have no fucking idea.”
I wiggle the thong off and toss it at him. He catches it and immediately shoves the fabric into his pocket.
“Your turn.”
He cocks his head, brow furrowed.
With a single step closer, I lick my lips. “You’re joining me, aren’t you?”
He shakes his head, the movement jerky. “No. I… the bath is for you. Not…”
I move in closer still and rest a hand on his cheek. “I want you to. There’s plenty of room.”
With a sharp inhale, he searches my face. “Are you sure?”
I nod, unable to keep from smiling.
Dipping his chin, he gets back to working the buttons of his shirt, his fingers moving deftly.
When he gets to the last three, I shove his hands away and take over. And when his muscled chest is bared to me, I swallow the saliva pooling in my mouth. It’s unfair how hot he is underneath that grumpy, asshole persona. I slide my fingers down his abs, counting as I go. Eight. Who even needs eight abs?
He smirks at me. “Taking inventory?”
“Shush.” I swat his stomach lightly.
As I push the shirt over his shoulders, he chuckles, but when I reach for his belt, he nudges my hands away. “I can’t have your fingers that close. I might explode.”
My laughter echoes off the tile walls. “That close already?”
“You have no idea.” His voice is husky, laced with promise.
He undoes the belt, then flicks the button on his pants. His zipper is next, the sound barely audible over the running water. He yanks his pants and underwear off in one quick move, then steps out of them.
I’ve seen him naked before, but the sight takes my breath away all over again. He’s tall and well-muscled. Toned but not bulky. His waist tapers in, perfectly framing the most beautiful erect cock.
“You weren’t kidding.” It’s not the time for joking, but I can’t seem to help myself.
“Sabrina,” he groans.
“Sorry, sorry.” I’m not sorry .
“Get in the bath,” he commands, teeth gritted.
Normally, I’d reprimand him for his bossiness, but I really do want to get in the bath. I climb in slowly, relishing the heat of the water, then turn the faucet off. It’s the perfect temperature and there’s enough room for both of us and then some.
Noah climbs in behind me, urging me to lean back against him.
“Your dick is poking my butt.”
Groaning, he slides farther down in the water, his chest acting as a recliner for my body. “Sabrina,” he practically growls. “For the love of God, stop talking about my dick.”
“Why?” I tease. “It’s a very nice dick. Tie a bow around it, and it’ll make for an excellent Christmas pres—ow!”
He pinches my side sharply.
“Okay, okay.” I giggle. “I’ll stop.”
Warm, wet hands slide up my sides, massaging my shoulders and neck.
My body instantly relaxes and a moan escapes me. “That feels so good.”
Silently, he continues to work his thumbs into my stiff, aching muscles. His lips graze the top of my shoulder and despite the warm water, a shiver runs through me.
He chuckles, his breath sending another shiver down my spine. “How are you cold?”
“I’m not cold,” I defend with a haughty tilt of my chin. “I’m sensitive.”
“Sensitive?” he repeats. He’s smirking. I don’t even have to look at him to know it’s there, plastered on those sinful lips. “Sounds like someone else is having dirty thoughts.” The water stirs as he slips a hand around my waist and splays it over my stomach. His mouth is right against my ear when he says, “What do you want me to do with these fingers, Sabrina?” He spreads them wide, the pads brushing against my stomach.
I jerk in response, causing the water around us to slosh against the sides of the tub.
He chuckles darkly. “Tell me, baby. Use your words.”
“Bastard.”
His whole body rumbles with laughter. It’s deep and masculine and entirely intoxicating. “That wasn’t nice.”
Despite the heat gathering in my core, I can’t help but sass back. “You’re not being nice either.”
“Fine.” He pulls his hand away. “I don’t have to touch you.”
Whimpering, I clutch his wrist and press his palm to my wet skin again. “Don’t you dare.”
“Then tell me.” He nips at my earlobe. “What do you want? You wanted me in here for a reason, didn’t you?”
“Yes.” There’s no point in denying it.
I turn carefully, causing the water to slosh again, and place my palms on his thighs.
His muscles jerk, and his breath hitches, but he cocks his head, brow arched, as if to say take what you want.
Legs draped over his thighs, I inch closer. It’s the most delicious kind of torture. His cock is right there. All it would take is a gentle rock of my hips, and his tip would be inside me.
He lays his arms on the outside of the tub, the veins running along them even more prominent than usual. His hands flex, as if he’s tapping into his willpower to keep himself from grabbing me. From slamming me onto his cock and fucking up into me.
Slowly, I slide my right hand up his chest and around the back of his neck. His eyes take in my movements, dark with lust. When I lean in to kiss him, he closes the distance quickly, his reflexes razor sharp, the move reminding me he’s a superstar athlete.
Kissing Noah is unlike kissing anyone else. He’s careful and calculated but so damn passionate. I get lost in the connection, forgetting that I’m the one who’s supposed to be in control.
It’s frightening how easily I lose myself in him.
His fingers find the globes of my ass beneath the water and he presses me closer.
It’s all too much.
Him.
The heat of the bath.
The way in which I need him.
Overwhelmed barely begins to cover it.
“This isn’t what I planned.” He peppers kisses down my neck.
“Don’t care,” I pant, angling my head to the side to give him full access.
His cock brushes my clit, and I cry out. “Noah.” His name is a whine, a prayer, a plea for him to never let me go.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you scream my name. You know that?”
“Please,” I beg as his fingers feather over my sides. “Please.”
“Please, what? What do you need from me?”
“Forget the bath. I need you to fuck me.”
He nips my bottom lip. “That so?”
“Y-Yes.” I squeeze my eyes shut. “Don’t make me beg.”
Laughter rumbles from him. “Oh, but darling, it’s so fun.”
With more ease than seems humanly possible, he holds me tight and stands. Before I know it, we’re out of the tub and dripping on the bathmat. I’d be annoyed with his athletic prowess if I didn’t need him so desperately.
He carries me to the bed and lays me down, instantly soaking the sheets.
“Look at these pretty brown nipples.” He hovers over me, sucking one into his mouth. When he pops off and moves to the other, he groans. “All of you. So fucking pretty. Spread those legs for me, baby.”
My legs fall open of their own accord. Normally, I’d feel shy beneath such intense scrutiny. With him, I feel nothing but powerful. Especially when, cock in hand, he drops to his knees and buries his head between my thighs.
I slap a hand over my mouth to muffle my sounds. I’ve never been super vocal during sex, but Noah Baker knows how to fuck and his tongue knows its way around a pussy.
Fingers buried in his hair, I tug roughly on the strands. When I roll my hips in time with his movements, he growls his approval. Looping his arms around my thighs, he pulls me even closer to the edge of the bed. Then he’s sucking roughly on my clit, pulling a scream from deep inside me. He follows the move by gently lapping at my folds. I whimper, and the heat in my belly coils tighter. When he returns his attention to my clit, it ignites into true flame. He nips and sucks at the sensitive bud until I’m right there at the edge. Rather than send me hurtling over it, he backs off, and the orgasm that was just a breath away flees. Before I can be too disappointed, though, he’s at it again, tugging me back up that hill, forcing me closer and closer to the release I so desperately want.
Again, an instant before I’m engulfed in a wave of relief, he backs off.
This time I shout in frustration. “ Noah .”
The bastard just laughs. “Patience. Be a good girl for me, Curls.”
“You are infuriating.” I slam my fists into the mattress.
He works me to the edge again, and when I’m certain he’ll back off once more, he proves me wrong by doubling down and launching me over the cliff. The orgasm shatters through me, so intense that I think I black out for a moment. When I open my eyes, he is standing over me, foil packet in hand.
My body is already spent, my muscles like limp noodles, but I don’t want him to stop.
He rolls the condom down his thick length, then cages me in, a hand planted on either side of my head, and captures my lips in a languid kiss. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he whispers as he guides himself to my entrance. When he eases into me, I gasp at the intrusion, my flesh more sensitive than normal.
“Fuck.” He grinds out the word between clenched teeth. “So fucking tight. Fuck, baby.”
With his thumb on my clit, he rolls it in gentle circles, coaxing me, encouraging me to relax my internal muscles. When he’s finally seated, he rocks his hips slowly against me. My body is still super sensitive from the edging, and within minutes, I’m balancing on the precipice again.
“Noah.” I grip his bicep. “I… I’m already close.”
“Good.” He thrusts harder and works my clit faster, and almost instantly, an orgasm washes over me.
I’m still shaking with aftershocks when he pulls out of me, rolls me over, and props a pillow under my hips. He’s back inside me before the orgasm has fully faded away. The way the thick ridges of his cock massage my internal walls is almost too much. I reach behind me, nails scratching against his thighs, but he doesn’t slow.
“Noah,” I beg, turning my head on the mattress so I can see him. “It’s too much.”
“You can take it. Fuck, you take it so good. So fucking hot, baby. Hold on.” His hips falter. “Let me grab my phone.”
“I—what?”
He leans over me, reaching for the phone he must have tossed onto the bed earlier.
Upright again, he fucks into me, establishing a rhythm, all while fiddling with the device.
Is he… Is he taking a picture? My cheeks heat at the realization, but before I can say anything, he’s holding the phone out so I can see it.
No. Not a picture.
It’s a video. You can’t see my face or any defining features. Instead, it’s a close-up shot from behind as he fucks me, and holy shit. It is hot. My core tightens in response to the image, and he groans.
“It’s turning you on even more, isn’t it?”
I nod, a small whimpering cry escaping my lips.
With one hand gripping my hip, he taps the screen again. Another wave of heat engulfs me at the lascivious sight. I grind against him, seeking more friction. But he pulls the phone back, out of sight, and I mewl in protest and glare at him over my shoulder.
He chuckles darkly. “Patience, baby.”
He pushes the record button again, holding the device in one hand and spreading my cheeks wider with his other. When he presses his thumb against my asshole, a thrill courses up my spine. I gasp at the unfamiliar sensation. It’s not entirely unpleasant, but I’m not sure about it either.
He pushes more firmly, breaching that tight ring of muscle just a little.
“Relax,” he croons.
At first, my body doesn’t seem to recognize the word, but with a deep breath in and back out, I will my muscles to loosen. And then it starts to feel good and I no longer have to think about relaxing, I just do. He works me until I’m a writhing mess. Then, when I’m on the cusp of another orgasm, he abruptly stops. With a whimper, I drop my face against the soft white sheet.
He chuckles darkly.
He’s fucking edging me again. The audacity of this man.
His phone beeps, signaling that he’s stopped the recording. Then he tosses it to the bed beside me so I can see the video.
God, why do I find this all so hot?
Just when I’m close to coming again, he pulls out and flips me onto my back. He adjusts the pillow beneath my hips and buries himself to the hilt.
“So deep,” I gasp, fingers sliding along his abs in a futile effort to cling to something that’ll keep me grounded to this place and this time. “You’re ruining me.” I practically whimper the three words.
His eyes are dark, intense, his voice deep and steady. “Good. This way you’ll always remember that no one else can fuck you the way I can.”
He curls himself over me and laps at my nipple, then sucks it into a stiff peak. When he’s satisfied, he moves to the other.
With a grunt, he reaches for the phone again. This time he presses his thumb into my clit and gets a close-up shot of where we’re joined.
“Noah,” I whimper and spasm around him. “I’m going to?—”
He stops the recording, tosses the phone across the bed, and slams a hand over my mouth, strokes slowing.
“Don’t you fucking dare. You’re going to come when I do.”
“I’m close,” I moan, the words muffled behind his hand.
“I’m almost there.” He slams his hips into mine, harder than before, ensuring that I’ll be sore tomorrow.
It’ll be worth it.
Without slowing, he removes his hand from my mouth, and I scream his name, back arching, eyes squeezed shut.
The orgasm slams through me, rattling me to the bones. I can’t tell whether I’m sweating from exertion or still wet from our bath. All I know is I’m damp everywhere. My body shakes as he wraps his around me, fucking me harder, faster. His breaths are harsh, his touch almost too much against my sensitive skin.
He thickens inside me, then abruptly, his body goes rigid. Then he’s coming too.
“Sabrina.” He breathes my name into the skin between my breasts. “This pussy is going to be the death of me. Oh my God.”
If I could laugh, I would, but my energy is completely spent.
We lie in a tangle of limbs for long moments, our breaths creating their own symphony. I’m not sure where I end and he begins. Eventually, he pulls out of me and gets rid of the condom.
I’m still trying to gain control of my breathing when he picks me up gently, pulls the covers back, and lays me down once more.
He presses a kiss to my forehead. The contrast between his gentleness now and the rough, primal way he fucked me is stark. Fucking my brains out to kissing my forehead. Noah Baker is nothing short of baffling.
Without a word, he slots in behind me, holding my naked body tightly against his.
And within minutes, I fall into the best, dreamless sleep I’ve ever experienced.