Chapter 20
Emma
Jesus,his voice gave me shivers. It had featured in every one of my dirty dreams for weeks, though I wasn’t about to admit it to him. Noah’s ego was already big enough.
I looked around the bedroom, which was neat and sparse. “Do you have a treasure chest of toys somewhere? A hidden room?”
He laughed, which made every part of my body throb. When was the last time I had laughed with a man? Had I ever? I didn’t laugh much at all, and suddenly that seemed crazy. I wasn’t that person. When the hell had I become so serious?
Noah flung the covers back and walked out of the bedroom, not bothering with the sleep pants this time. I was treated to the view of his fine ass, completely bare, retreating from the room. I heard the fridge door open in the kitchen, the clink of glass. He came back in with a chilled bottle of white wine and a wine glass.
“You have only one glass,” I said, watching him approach.
“Exactly.” He poured some wine into the glass, set down the bottle, and sat on the edge of the bed, near the bottom. He put the wine glass on the floor by his feet.
I had no idea what he was going to do. Absolutely none. But based on my past experiences with Noah, I was suddenly sure I was going to like it. Anticipation heated my blood.
This was how he had gotten me past my orgasm roadblock—by doing the unexpected. And he was going to do it again.
“Lie back,” he said.
I relaxed my elbows and lay back against the pillows. Noah brushed the sheet off my body and took my ankle in his hand, running his palm up the back of my calf in something that approached a massage.
I let out a breath. The long day of travel and tension was tight in my body, something I didn’t realize until he touched me. Zings of sensation traveled over my skin and up over my body, far from where his hands were. I let my eyes drift closed, let Noah take over, let everything fall away.
His hand stroked my calf, then the back of my knee. “God, you have a sexy body,” he said, his voice low, and I knew he was looking at me.
My eyes still closed, I smiled. “I spent all of high school getting teased about having no tits. I got told I should join the boys’ soccer team.”
“Uh huh,” Noah said, his hand moving to the back of my thigh. “And how did you get revenge? Because I know you did.”
He knew me so well. “Boys stop teasing once they get a knee to the balls. But mostly I got revenge by getting straight A’s, acing business school, getting rich, and fucking any man I wanted.”
“That’s my girl.” His hand pressed my knee open. “You are very fucking hot,” he said softly.
I felt hot. I felt like the sexiest woman in the world. I opened my eyes and watched as Noah bent to pick up the glass of wine. He tipped it, his control perfect, and dribbled a few drops onto the skin of my inner thigh. As the wine dripped down my skin, he licked it off.
I gasped. The wine was chilled, his mouth was warm, and his beard rasped against my skin. And on top of the mix of sensations was the sight of him, his gorgeous hand pressing my knee open, his mouth on my skin.
He surveyed my body like an expert, looking for another likely spot. Then he dribbled more wine on my belly, just above my belly button, and sucked me there.
He dribbled it on the skin of my breast, then licked it off, his tongue sweeping the underside and never touching my nipple. Then the dribbled it on my upper chest, sucking along my clavicle.
I was panting. “Jesus, Noah,” I managed as he dripped wine on the round of my shoulder and licked it off. He hadn’t touched any of my sexual places, and yet I was on fire, throbbing between my legs. I wanted him inside me, and yet at the same time I was in no hurry. I wanted him to do this forever. I never wanted him to stop.
“You like this,” he observed.
I squirmed on the bed. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“Probably.” He set the glass down and kissed me deep. I sucked the wine from his tongue, tasting it on him. It was just a kiss, and it was the most blatantly sexual thing I’d ever experienced. It made me raw and hungry and wild.
“Turn over,” he said.
I did, and the next thing I felt was cool liquid dripping into the dip of my spine, followed by the warm brush of Noah’s tongue. I felt that touch everywhere, deep in my belly and between my legs.
I didn’t know what sensation would come next, where I would be touched next. It was the same tactic he’d used when he tied me up—but this time, he didn’t have to do this in order to make me come. He was doing it because he wanted to.
His hand came down over my ass, squeezing one cheek. “I’m very tempted,” he said, his voice hot and humorous at the same time.
I squirmed under his touch. He wasn’t going to lick wine off my ass, was he? Was he?—
Yes, he was.
I was aching now, hot with need. As if he sensed that I was getting to the edge, Noah put his glass down and put a hand on my hip, lifting my hips off the bed. He moved between my legs and ran his hand down between my belly and the bed, finally, finally rubbing his fingers between my legs.
I cried out, pressing into his fingers, and he said in a rough voice, “Tell me why we don’t need a condom.”
My hands twisted in the sheets. How was it possible that I was this turned on when I’d just had sex an hour ago? He was turning me into a sex-hungry monster. “I can’t get pregnant,” I said, the words slipping out in my honest desperation. “It isn’t possible. And I’m clean.”
Noah continued the glorious torture with his fingers while he considered that. Dimly, through the madness of my arousal, I was aware that I’d just told him something I’d told no one else in my life. I should have been embarrassed, wound up tight. But I didn’t care. I just wanted to feel him. His fingers were getting me closer and closer, faster and faster.
“I’ve never had sex without a condom in my life,” he said. “Do you believe me?”
“Yes,” I said.
“I’m trusting you, Emma.”
I closed my eyes against the sheets. “Yes,” I said again, because either he would or he wouldn’t. It wasn’t up to me.
Noah braced his free hand on the bed next to my shoulder, moving his body over me. He bent and kissed my neck. And then he slid inside me.
I made a sound of desperation as the sensations clashed, his fingers stroking me and his cock moving into me, bare. “Fuck,” Noah rasped as he pushed in all the way, his sexy voice making me shiver. “That is fucking incredible.”
“Don’t stop,” I said.
He didn’t, but he went slow, savoring the sensation and making me do it, too. I was hungry and aching, and it was pure bliss. I let my hands curl in the sheets as wave after wave of sensation came over me. Everything left me—my fears, my insecurities, my confused emotions, my uncertainties. There was only this sensation and nothing else, and I gave myself over to it completely.
When I came, the sensation was almost too much. My body bucked and I shuddered hard, biting the pillow to swallow my scream. Noah pushed on, relentless now, his breath against my shoulder, until finally he came, too, the feeling new and unusual inside me, deeper than any other man had ever been.
There was a moment when the only sound was both of us breathing in the quiet bedroom. Then Noah pushed himself up and off of me without a word.
And through the aftershocks of pleasure, I realized what we’d done. We’d crossed a line we couldn’t come back from. A line of trust and connection unlike any other. And I barely knew this man at all.
My old instincts tried to kick in, my well-trained defenses. This was the point where I was supposed to get dressed and leave, because I’d never spent the entire night with a man. I’d never wanted to. I slept alone and, until Noah, I orgasmed alone.
I rolled onto my back and looked up to see Noah sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at me. His expression was unreadable, and I wondered if he felt the same way I did. He’d never done this before, either, if I believed him—which I did. Our gazes met and locked, each of us trying to figure the other one out.
He must have come to some kind of decision, because he said, “Do you want a shower?”
I blinked up at his gorgeous face. “Sure,” I said, because apparently I wasn’t going anywhere.