Chapter 18 Sasha
Chapter Eighteen
SASHA
Noah was picking me up for lunch. I only had an hour. Although my boss, Helena, would’ve given me extra time and never really monitored my hours, I had to be back for a meeting.
We were standing on the sidewalk.
“Are you hungry?” His eyes held mine, and the look contained there sent my belly into a big swoop.
I didn’t even reply. He turned, reaching for my hand and walking briskly to where his car was parked.
“Where are we going?” I asked as he was pulling away from the curb.
“My place.” His tone was almost brusque.
“Are you going to feed me?”
He stopped at a stoplight. When he looked my way, I felt fiery liquid need spin through my veins. This man knew how to give a look. I was hot all over and had to squeeze my thighs together to quell the throb at my core.
“I had something else in mind.”
A bubbly sense of joy rose inside, and I laughed as he gunned it when the light turned green. The mix of joy with desire was almost intoxicating.
He reached across the console, his palm landing on my thigh, his touch warm and sure.
“I missed you,” he said gruffly.
“It’s only been two days,” I whispered.
“Two days since I saw you. It’s actually been eleven days since we were alone.”
I opened my mouth to correct him and then gasped when his hand eased between my thighs. I was wearing a pair of dress slacks.
“I hope you missed me too,” he said, his low and gravelly voice sending sparks scattering through me.
I was barely paying attention until he turned down a street only minutes away from where I lived with Quinn. “Oh,” I murmured. “You said you were near us.”
Noah didn’t reply, taking a quick turn onto another street and then pulling into the driveway of an updated, charming colonial home.
It was one of those old homes divided into a duplex.
With Noah’s hand curled around mine, he led me down a walkway to one side.
Snow blanketed the area just beyond the path.
I took in details as he let me in through the door—dark wood, sunshine spilling through the tall windows, quiet.
Then his mouth was on mine, and our tongues were tangling as we tumbled into a hot, breath-stealing kiss.
He spun me around until I felt the cool wood of the door seeping through my jacket and blouse. Need was pouring through me, and I was frantic to get closer.
“Noah—” I gasped, my head thumping against the door as his lips blazed a hot trail down the side of my neck.
“Yes, love?” he murmured just before nipping my earlobe and sending shivers chasing over my skin.
I didn’t know what I wanted, not specifically. I just needed him buried inside me. I craved relief from the need racing through me.
Somehow, I got his pants unbuttoned, letting out a moan when I felt the hot skin of his cock under my touch.
Meanwhile, he deftly opened my blouse, and a ragged sigh slipped out when his warm palm cupped a breast. His thumb teased over my achy nipple before he swore and impatiently undid my bra.
My fingers speared into his hair when he bent low and brought his mouth over a nipple.
Pleasure darted straight to my core. My panties were soaked.
When he shoved them down—when did he get my pants undone?—he teased his fingers into my swollen folds. “Mmm, so wet, you feel so good,” he murmured. “Hang on a sec.”
In a moment, he’d produced a condom out of his pocket and smoothed it on. He shifted, lifting me against him and guiding himself into position at the cradle of my hips. I felt the thick press of his crown at my entrance and curled my legs around his hips.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
My eyelids were heavy, but I dragged them open. We stared at each other as he slowly sank into me, sheathing himself in a gentle slide. He pumped his hips, settling himself more deeply. I bit my lip as my pussy rippled around him.
He held me tight, the door giving him an assist, as he drew back to fill me again. I felt exposed, frantic, and needy. I felt stripped bare as if he could see all my secrets. I wasn’t the kind of woman who got desperate for a guy.
Except for Noah, I was.
With his dark eyes on mine, he fucked me slowly against the door.
My release started to roll through me, rising in waves, until one crested high, and the froth of pleasure burst through me.
I shuddered around him. His lips were on mine, catching my cry just as I felt him go taut, and the heat of his release filled me. It was all over but the gasping.
He pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses along my jaw before lifting his head and brushing my tangled hair away from my face.
“I didn’t mean for that to be so—” He stopped abruptly and gave his head a little shake, as if to clear it.
“Rushed, crazy?” I offered hopefully.
He chuckled, slowly withdrawing and easing me to the floor. I instantly missed being joined with him like that. I was almost shocked at my state. He had just given me an explosive orgasm. I was supposed to be at lunch, and instead, I was getting fucked against the door.
He helped me tidy my clothes and then stepped into the bathroom to dispose of the condom, buttoning himself back up as he walked out. “Shall we get takeout on the way back?” he asked.
I was feeling bashful, but I lifted my eyes to him. I didn’t want to go back to work. I wanted to play hooky and spend the afternoon with him. See, that girl I’d been in high school, a little bit of her was still inside me, ready to throw caution to the wind and be foolish.
“Sasha?” he prompted.
“Show me your place before we go.”
Noah took my hand and led me through. Downstairs was a living room to the front with a beautiful granite fireplace. There was a small study and a kitchen and dining area to the back. He led me up the stairs, where I was surprised to discover three bedrooms off the landing.
“What are you doing with all this space?” I asked when we were on our way out.
He shrugged as he held the door open for me. “I know it’s more than I need. Dallas and Audrey live on the other side of the duplex. They got it for a really good deal, so it works for me. It’s nice being close to them, and they can use me for babysitting.”
A laugh bubbled up. “You babysit?”
He looked genuinely affronted. “Of course.” After we got in the car, he cast me a quick glance. “Maybe I don’t have my own kids yet, but I can deal with babysitting.”
I didn’t know why, but this little detail was endearing. I was already in, well over my head and falling hard and fast, so fast I feared a crash landing. But to hear that he did backup babysitting for his nephew was almost too much. Even worse, it gave me ideas. Ideas I shouldn’t have.
When he pulled up in front of my office, he reached into the back seat, handing me the takeout we had picked up. “I promise, the sandwiches are delicious,” he assured me.
“I’m sure they are.” Although I’d lived in Boston for years, I didn’t have the time or the extra spending money to be checking out the endless array of restaurant options. Noah had stopped by a sandwich place only a few minutes away from where I worked, and I’d never been there.
“When can I see you again?” he asked.
Much as I wanted to see him tonight, tomorrow, the following night, and so on, I was almost afraid. I felt like I needed to slow down if only to keep myself sane.
“How about Friday?”
“Today’s Monday,” he pointed out.
“I know,” I said slowly.
He leaned across the seat, palming my cheek and turning my face toward his. Before I could even take a breath, we were in the middle of another mind-bending, breath-stealing kiss. When he drew back, he asked, “Do you still want to wait until Friday?”
My brain cells were scrambled. I bit my lip and shook my head. “Obviously not, but I was trying to be responsible.”
“How about Wednesday? We’ll split the difference.”
I stared into his eyes with my heartbeat echoing. I couldn’t help the smile that stretched across my face as I nodded.