Chapter 6
Noah made that deep growl of appreciation in his throat as he slid his tongue tenderly up and down her pussy lips. It felt so good. That deep vibration, the confusion of caressing, luscious licking and kissing, the tender thrust of his tongue.
She moved restlessly, shifting around on the chair, and Noah responded by grabbing one of her legs and draping it over his massive shoulder. He held her firmly with one arm, using the other to tease and toy with her as he tongued her sensitive clit. He licked and suckled, ravenous for her. Like he did every single morning.
“So sweet,” he mumbled . “It’s magic.”
Whatever Caro was going to reply broke off into a gasp as he thrust his finger inside her. Finding out exactly where it felt the best. Steadying her with his other hand as she moved her hips to t ake him deeper.
He took his time. An artist of pleasure. Whenever she edged too close to climax, he eased off and let it subside…and then renewed the onslaught. He knew just where she needed the slow thrust of his fingers. Just how to time the flicks of his tongue on her clit, then the deep suckling pulls. All so perfect. She arched, shudde ring. Helpless.
“Stop teasing, damn it,” she said breathlessly. “Give up t he goods. Now.”
“Not done yet,” he rumbled. “I could come right now without you even touching me. From fingerfucking you. But I’d rat her be inside.”
She laughed, breathlessly. “You’ve got me right where you want me. I can’t take anymore.”
“Wrong.” She heard the smile in his voice, though he was nuzzling her pussy. He nipped her clit gently between his teeth, circling his finger inside her pussy hole until she gasped with pleasure. “Don’t worry. I got you,” he murmured. “Hang on. Almost there.”
Caro moaned under her breath, her voice shaky. “I think I’m falling apart.”
“I’ll catch you.” He looked up, locking eyes with her. “Don’t you trust me?”
She sensed that he wanted to be still deeper inside her. Wanted more, always more. Body, mind, so ul, everything.
Her heart opened to him before she spoke in a soft rush of surrender. “I trust you,” she whispered.
A flood of release made her cry out, as wave after wave of wild pleasure broke over her.
She rocked on his hand, riding the sensation for its whole lovely length, then collapsed against his chest, shimmering with the beautiful litt le aftershocks.
Finally, she leaned back, letting Noah kiss and nuz zle her thighs.
She stroked his chin when he l ifted his face.
“Ready for round two?” He glanced over at the breakfast tray. “There’s honey on the tray for the yogurt, right? I loved painting your clit with that orange flower honey the other day. Took forever to lick it off. Three orgasms worth of sweet goo.”
“Um, four. I’m pretty sure that it was four orgasms, the time w ith the honey.”
“OK, great. So let’ s go for five.”
“Wait. Hold on, you.” She forced a commanding ring into her voice, and grabbed his arm as he reached over for the honey bo wl. “Stand up.”
He rose to his feet obediently, and stood there, his erection jutting out front of him, right at the level of her face. Thick and hard, the tip gleaming we t with precome.
She reached up, gripping his beautiful cock. It was so hot. So smoo th. Stone hard.
She twisted her hand tightly around that thick, pulsing joystick. “You’re too bossy,” she informed him coolly. “It’s my turn. You just be good.”
He stared down at her. “Ah…OK,” he s aid cautiously.
She gripped him from the base as she leaned forward and licked the tip of his cock, a flirtatious circular fluttering. Then a wet, luxurious ice-cream-cone style round-and-round licking. Sensuous, brazen. She took him deep in her mouth, treating him to long, lu scious strokes.
The silence was broken only by his ragged breathing and the wet sounds she made with her mouth. His hands wound into her hair, not pulling , just holding.
She glanced up, and saw the raw need in his amber eyes. She pulled away, cupping his balls and milking him with her hand. “You have to trust me, too.”
“I do.” His hands clenched as he fought for control. “I really do.”
“Good.”
Tension gripped the thick muscles in his rock-hard ass as she licked the gleaming drops off his broad cockhead. His heartbeat throbbed against her tongue. It excited her when the tendons in his neck stood out, the way his eyes glowed with feverish heat.
She could drive him crazy. Two could play that game.
She swayed before him, pulling him deeper with every stroke. Charged with power. A divine goddess bestowing her favors. That was the way he made her feel.
More. Bigger. Brighter. It wa s irresistible.
And he could see it all. Every emotion, painted out in full color and hanging in a cloud around her body. It made him crazy with lust. Playing with his thick, hot cock made her breathless with excitement, and he could see that, too. She squirmed, squeezing her thighs together. Letting the robe slip off onto the floor around her, utt erly forgotten.
He tugged her head back until their eyes met. “I want to come inside you,” he said.
She smiled up at him. “Not yet,” she mu rmured sweetly.
“The fuck,” he moaned as she sucked him into h er mouth again.
She dug her nails into his steely ass and gave herself up to it. The hunger, the need, the ebb and flow of sexual power. Waves of overwhelming emotion, sensation. The game was to drive the other to madness. The prize was explosive release. And they could p lay it forever.
Almost there. She felt him start to shake, the pulse against her tongue, his metallic taste, the grip of his powerful hands. Clo ser…and closer…
She stopped, and rose to her feet. Bare-ass naked, standing on the silken folds of the fallen robe. She gave his broad chest an imperio us push. “Sit.”
Noah had that lit-coal golden glow in his eyes, his face flushed wi th heat. “Huh?”
“In the chair, N oah. Sit down.”
Noah sank down, eyes fixed on her in wary fascination. She approached him. Swung her leg over his, straddling him. Her hair swayed, the locks brushing his chest, his face. She danced over him, cupping her breasts, sliding her hands down between her legs. Undulating over him as she pleasured herself, teasing her clit with her head flung back. “You make me feel so good,” she whispered.
“Let me make yo u feel better.”
She smiled at him. “In my own good time,” she whispered. “Just wait . You’ll live.”
He reached up to stroke her slick, soft pussy folds. “Not without this, babe. D on’t be cruel.”
“Stop your bitching. Hold up you r cock for me.”
He did, quickly. Caro sighed in delight as she lowered herself, nudging his thick cockhead inside. Just far enough to e nvelop the tip.
“Go for it,” he gasped out. “Just do it. Please, Caro.”
She sank down. Taking him slowly in, with a long sensual sigh that turned into a moan at the slow, marvelous intrusion, stroking and caressing her.
She could barely move once he was inside her, but at that point, he grasped her hips and took over, lifting her with ease and rocking her rhythmically on top of him.
She gripped his shoulders and rode him, head flung back. Lit up like neon. Every slick, caressing stroke was a jolt of nearly unbearable pleasure. His fingers bit into her hips as she writhed on top of him, arching back with a choked cry. Noah let out a hoarse shout, hands gripping her waist as his own pleasure jolted heavi ly through him.
When she drifted softly back, she was safely clasped in Noah’s strong arms, head draped on his shoulder, clutching his broad back. She lifted her head, eye s heavy-lidded.
“Wow,” she whispered.
He nuzzled her hair, and didn’t answer. He wouldn’t meet her gaze.
There it was again. That tension that sometimes came over him after sex. She wished she could just chase it away. But fear didn’t work that way.
It was n ever so simple.
She gave him a hot, lingering kiss. “Hey,” she whisp ered. “You OK?”
“Fine.” He turned his face away again. “It’s so good with you, it almost kills m e. That’s all.”
She hu gged him close.
He felt her question in the silence. “I can’t risk losing you,” he said suddenly. “And if I let down my guard for one second and you got hurt… aw fuck, Caro.”
“Don’t talk like that.” She kissed his cheek, murmuring the words into his ear. “We can do what we just did anywhere. Even in Seattle. Let’s go back home—”
“Hell no,” Noah said. “We’re going to see this goddamn cross.”
“Ah…ah…we’ re doing what? ”
“I called Morelli this morning. Before you woke up. It ’s all set up.”
“But Noah…why didn’ t you tell me?”
“I wanted to find out as much as I could first,” he said. “I meant to tell you at breakfast. Not my fault if you sashay around in that silky thing an d distract me.”
She wriggled out of his arms and got up, grabbing the robe from the floor. “I want a n explanation.”
Noah rose and slid his arms around her waist, pulling her close to his big hot body before she had a chance to put the robe on. “The short version or the long one?”
She sighed with pleasure. His heat felt so good against her skin. “T he highlights.”
“For starters, I now know everything that can be found online about Gianfranco Folti and h is hedge fund.”
“OK,” she said. “Wh at’s he worth?”
“A lot. He’s unbelievably fu cking wealthy.”
She nodded. “ Anything else?”
“I also studied the layout of the Palazzo Bellocchio and its surrounding grounds.” He smiled down at her. “In case we need to make an emer gency getaway.”
“You’re paranoid,” she informed him. “But I love you. And for some reason, I married you.”
“Because you knew I’d always have your back.” He turned her inside his embrace and pressed a hot kiss against the nape of her neck. “It’s a really beautiful back. Like all th e rest of you.”
Caro shivered with pleasure as she cuddled against him, then eased away with a smile. She shrugged on the robe. “Tell me more,” she told him. “I mean, abou t the Palazzo.”
Noah looked disappointed as she tied the silken sash. “ If you insist.”
“I do.”
“Oh, I love it when you talk wedding to me.”
She gave him a mock slap. “Get to the point.”
“Well, did you know the Palazzo Bellocchio is riddled with secre t passageways?”
“Of course it would be,” she said. “Castles and palaces always have a few. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? From your point of view, I mean.”
“It’s an interesting thing,” he said. “And possibly useful. I read a thing about this count who lived there in the sixteen hundreds. He built a special passageway to a secret room in the Palazzo to smuggle in his mistresses, right under hi s wife’s nose.”
“That bad dog.”
“Pretty much,” he agreed. “Anyhow. I intend to make this event happen for you. But I want to make sure you’re onboard with a few obviou s precautions.”
“Ah…OK. But unless you’re more specific about them, I reserve the right to change my mind. Or to have my own strong opinio ns about them.”
His mouth tig htened. “Caro—”
“And if we’re going to do this, we have to get moving, because I have urgent things to do,” she continued, crisply. “Like figuring out what I’m going to wear.”
“How long will that take?” There was a note of exasperatio n in his voice.
“As long as it takes,” she replied coolly. “ Maybe all day.”
He threw up his hands, not quite ready to concede. “We need to be there by late afternoon so Morelli can vet us first,” he said. “It’s about an hour outside Rome.”
“OK, then.” Her voice was brisk. “Another shower, some fresh coffee, and then I need t o go shopping.”
He shook his head, uncomprehendi ng. “For what?”
“I’m thinking a floor-length gown,” Caro mused. “One that goes with the rubies you got me the other day. Something slinky, in a sexy dark red . Silk, maybe.”
He shook his head again. “You’re too damn beautiful,” he complained. “You don’t blend in when you dress up. It’s not safe.”
“Oh dear,” she murmured. “So sorry. My bad.”
He shrugged. “Whatever. I’ll be the one sweating bullets. But the other women will probably go floor-length, from the looks of this thing. So what the fuck. You should wear whatever kind of dress the other women wi ll be wearing.”
She looked at him suspiciously. “Wait. Why are you agreeing with me all of a sudden? It’s disorienting.”
“To keep you safe,” he said.
“That’s all it takes? A gown? Maybe you sh ould wear one.”
He put his fists together and flexed his massive chest. “I can never find one that fit s,” he growled.
Oh yes. She enjoyed the display of rippling muscles. “You are so full of shit.”
“Maybe, but I’ll go with you w hile you shop.”
“That’s not necessary, Noah, ” she told him.
“Sure it is. I love watching you try on hot dresses,” he said. “It does something to my parasympathetic nervous system. Chills me right out. But mostly it does something to my dick. Something tr uly wonderful.”
“Shut. Up.” She smacked him o n the shoulder.
“It’s the truth,” he assured her. “You’re my eye candy. Give me some of that…then you get your eye candy of choice. The Cross of Orazio. Seems like an even trade.”
His grin was apparently relaxed and lazy, but she knew better. Nothing about Noah was ever r elaxed or lazy.
“I could just dress up and drape myself in rubies and go without you.” She twisted her hair up into a loose, messy knot. Keenly aware of his interested eyes on her body as she did so. “We’re not both requi red to attend.”
“You and I both know that will never happen.”
She put her hands on her hips and gave him a heavy-lidded, sensual smile. “Sounds like a plan. And right now, I’m ta king a shower.”
“I’ll help,” he said swiftly. “I’ll be yo ur bath slave.”
She watched, unsurprised, as his cock thickened and rose at the suggestion. “Hmm,” she said. “That wa s predictable.”
“Your fault,” he said. “For being so d amn beautiful.”
Oh, wow. His rare, gorgeous smiles j ust melted her.
She wondered uneasily why she wasn’t more pleased at Noah’s about-face. He’d switched gears so smoothly. But this was good, right? He seemed to be mellowing out. Or at least making a huge effort. Maybe they really eventually could live together in some state that didn’t resemble constant, ext reme emergency.
Or else this would turn out to be the last straw.
Noah got up and held out his hand, eyes flicking toward the bathroom. He was oh, so ready for the bath slave game, with that dangerous sexual heat in his eyes and that magnificent erection. Add hot water and slippery suds to the equation, and it was going to be a long time before they ordere d fresh coffee.
Noah wasn’t going to give her the mental space to w orry about him.
It was all pa rt of his plan.