Chapter 23
Noah
I hadno idea what to expect with this woman. That was why she was addictive. Emma was so much her own person, with infinite facets and moods that she rarely bothered to hide, at least from me. She could be a ballsy CEO, full of ambition, and at the same time a woman willing to take a few steps back down the ladder to get the work just right. She was a woman who made complex plans and who left her life in New York on an impulse. She could be witty, hurtful, crushingly vulnerable. She could be all of those things at the same time.
And now, she was on her knees in the shower.
She put her hands on my thighs and slid her mouth over me, and the pleasure was so intense I had to brace my hand on the tiled wall. I’d given her space, because she’d told me so clearly this morning that she needed it. Now, apparently, she didn’t need any space at all between her and me.
And I wasn’t going to say no. Fuck no, I wasn’t. Not to this woman. Not ever.
I braced myself under the spray of water and let her do exactly what she wanted, which was to take me so deep it forced the words “Jesus Christ” out of my throat. We’d done this already, while she was tied up and blindfolded, but suddenly I was a guy who had never had a blow job before. I gritted my jaw as my muscles tensed and I let the pleasure flow over me and I tried not to lose it. Emma must have sensed my reaction, because she changed her angle slightly and used her tongue, and I had barely got a grip on myself before I had to tense all over again.
Dimly, through the wash of pleasure, I knew exactly what this was: a gift from her to me instead of the other way around. I’d gone to great lengths to give Emma pleasure, and I’d enjoyed every second of it. But when she’d stepped into the shower, she’d changed the dynamic. Now she wanted to give, and she wanted me to take. So simple and so complicated at the same time. My thoughts went blank and I closed my eyes, taking everything she had to give me.
And it was good. Very fucking good. Spectacularly good. But it wasn’t enough.
I pulled out of her mouth and brushed her wet hair back from her face. “Get up,” I said.
Emma’s eyes went wide, and then she stood. She was beautiful with the water sluicing down her body, her nipples hard despite the heat. “Whatever you want,” she said.
“Turn around. Hands on the wall.”
She liked that. She licked a drop of water from her lip and turned slowly, taking her time. She raised her hands and pressed her palms to the tile.
I pressed into her back, putting my hands on her hips. I let my fingers dig into her flesh ever so slightly, playing a role as I lowered my voice. “Did you come in here to please me?” I asked.
“Of course I did.”
“I don’t think so.” I moved one hand down between her legs, feeling how wet she was. “It seems to me that you came in here to please yourself.”
Emma exhaled a harsh breath as my fingers moved over her, my other hand holding her hip in place. Her eyes drifted closed. “Noah,” she said, all of the playfulness gone from her voice. “How the hell do you do this to me?”
The question stopped me in my tracks for a second, the raw honesty interrupting our little game. If it even was a game. Was it? Was any of it a game?
I dipped my head and kissed warm water off the skin of her neck, her shoulder. “I have no fucking idea,” I said giving her honesty back. “It’s no worse than what you do to me.”
I’d meant to be rough, another aspect of our game, but instead I pushed into her slowly, both of us letting out an exhale. I moved my hands up over hers, keeping her pinned to the shower wall as I moved again, then again. This wasn’t just sex, wasn’t just playing, wasn’t just an affair. My muscles were shaking and she felt better than anything I’d ever felt in my life. With every move I lost myself in her, in the way we fit together, in how our breaths matched, in how I could tell everything going through her mind and her body in that moment. She was hanging on just like I was, confused just like I was. She wanted to push me away and take me in at the same time, and just this once, I wasn’t giving her a choice. I was choosing for her.
Both of us were raw, the intensity of the pleasure taking us by surprise. I braced my body, trying not to come before she did, because I knew she wouldn’t be long.
She wasn’t. She came apart against me, her forehead pressed to the wet tile, and I wasn’t far behind.
I had no idea what was happening anymore. And I wasn’t even sure I cared.