Chapter 7
Emma
My heart is thudding in my chest as I unlatch the lock. I swing open the door to find my boss standing there wearing a wide, sexy grin. There’s a wild look in his eyes that catches me off guard. His suit jacket is missing and the first few buttons of his shirt are undone as if he were getting undressed just before he showed up at my door.
“You scared me! What’s going on?” I ask nervously, placing my hand over my frantic heart.
“Youta just called me. He’s in! He’s going to front the money for the hotels,” Noah announces. He brushes past me and enters my suite.
I shut the door behind us and follow him to the living room area. “Oh my God, Noah, that’s great! Sorry, I mean Mr. Lawson. You did it!”
He ignores my unprofessional slip-up, but considering he’s standing in my hotel room right now, I think we’re past professionalism. He takes a few steps toward me. “No, you did it, Emma. You were so great with him. Thank you. Honestly, you have no idea what this means to me.”
His proximity sends flutters in my stomach and I’m having a hard time forming words with the intensity of his gaze. He is breathing heavier. Or maybe that is me breathing heavier. I’m unable to concentrate on anything other than my strong attraction to this man. The air crackles between us.
“It was nothing, really,” I reply softly.
“No, it was not nothing," he insists, his voice deep with admiration and something else? "You went above and beyond for me, and I don’t know how to thank you.”
With every word, the distance between us shrinks, and my pulse quickens in response. He glances down at my lips and I can’t help but to blurt out what’s on my mind. “Kiss me,” I say. Suddenly, his hands envelop both sides of my face, pulling me in for a kiss. My body instinctively responds and I kiss him back with a fervor that surprises even me. His lips are soft and maneuver against mine skillfully. His hold tightens around my face and he angles my head back slightly, deepening the kiss.
I close my eyes and lose myself in the moment. This kiss is everything. His hands slide down to my waist and grip me, pulling me closer to him. I tangle my fingers in his soft hair, just like I had imagined doing earlier, tugging gently at the back of his head. The action stirs something primal in him, making his movements more urgent.
He walks me backward towards the bed, kicking off his shoes along the way, never breaking from the kiss. In one swift motion, he spins me around and places soft kisses along the sensitive curve of my neck. His hot lips against my skin sends shivers up my spine. His fingers caress my skin as he unzips my dress.
Craving more, I arch my back into him and lean my head against his chest. He places a hand on my stomach to hold me in place and grinds into me. I moan as he begins nipping at my neck before he trails kisses down my back, pulling the dress down with him. The cool air hitting my skin heightens my sensitivity, making my nipples harden. I turn around and fumble with the remaining buttons of his shirt. Noah takes over, ripping the shirt from his body and tossing it on the floor, revealing a gloriously toned chest that steals my breath.
Eagerly, I lean in, capturing his lips with mine once more as I rub my hands over his hard pecs and down his abs. I take my time sliding my hands lower and lower until I reach his belt.
“Oh my God, are we really doing this?” I gasp as he moves my hair over to the side and works his magic on my neck.
“Fuck yes, we are,” he groans, his voice deep and husky.
Getting the belt free, I unbutton his pants and pull them down as far as I can without breaking our heated kiss. He quickly shoves them down the rest of the way, along with his boxers, revealing his raw need. My eyes go wide as I take all of him in. He’s glistening and I can’t resist it—I stroke him a few times before he suddenly pushes me backward on the bed. He slowly climbs over me like a predator ready to claim his prey.
My hands weave their way back through his hair, and I firmly pull him down closer to me, desperate for more contact. I feel every inch of his body against mine. His hard length presses against my thigh, and his chest rubs against my nipples with every breath. I wrap my legs around his waist, instinctively grinding against him in a slow, taunting motion. He moans into my mouth, and I can't help but smile against his lips, feeling giddy at the power I have over him right now.
Propping himself up on one arm, he uses his free hand to find my clit. His fingers work their magic while our bodies continue to move against each other.
“Oh, fuck me, that feels good,” I moan, lost in the pleasure.
“Oh yeah? You like that, baby?” He asks seductively.
“Please, Noah,” I plead breathlessly, heat surging through my body. I look into his eyes and see them burning with raw desire. His eyes are hooded, igniting something deeper in me.
“What do you want, baby?” he asks, his voice low and sultry.
“Fuck me already," I whimper desperately.
With a wicked grin, he lowers himself, his breath hot against my ear. "As you wish," he murmurs, sending another thrill through me.
With the hand he was using on my clit, he grabs his cock and teasingly glides it up and down my slit. He positions himself at my entrance and locks eyes with me, his expression filled with pure lust. Slowly, he pushes inside, inching his way in deeper and deeper.
“God, you’re so big,” I gasp.
His answer comes in the form of a deep, smoldering kiss. As his thrusts grow more frantic, our kiss becomes more desperate. “You’re so damn tight, baby,” he says breathlessly, resting his forehead against mine, losing himself in the rhythm.
“That feels so good, don’t stop,” I urge, grabbing his face and pulling his lips back to mine for another searing kiss. Just when I think I might burst from pleasure, he rolls us over and suddenly I’m straddling him.
“Ride me," he commands, his eyes darken with desire.
Without hesitation, I begin moving on him as if my life depended on it. Too far gone to care how wild I must look. He plays with my breasts while I rock against him.
“I’m about to cum already, I don’t know how much longer I can hold it,” he warns and grips my hips to slow my movement.
“It’s okay, I’m right there with you,” I moan breathlessly.
With a renewed urgency, he speeds my movements back up with his hands on my waist. He lifts me up and down on his throbbing cock. His grip tightens almost painfully so as the pressure builds higher. I keep my hands planted on his chest so I don’t fall forward with his frantic thrusts.
“That’s it, baby. I’m going to cum—” he grunts, and at the same time, I reach my own climax. We moan in unison, a wave of pure ecstasy crashing over me. We ride our highs together and I feel his hot seed erupt inside of me. As I come down from my high, I slowly rock against him a few more times. I feel him leaking out of me and smear between our bodies. We continue kissing and exploring each other's bodies until the room stops spinning.
Utterly spent, I lay beside him and rest my head on his chest. I listen to his heartbeat for several moments. “That was—”
“Incredible,” he breathes.
We lay there for a while, catching our breaths. His fingers stroke my back while I find myself playing with his silky hair. The moment feels perfect, and every so often, I smile to myself remembering the way he called me ‘baby’.
I now realize how much I needed this escape. Lying here in his arms, the worries of the world melt away. I feel safe, as if everything will be just fine. I close my eyes and breathe in the scent of his cologne that clings to his skin, and peace washes over me as I snuggle deeper into his warmth.
“Do you always sleep with people you barely know?” he asks playfully, breaking the comfortable silence and pulling me back to the moment. His tone is teasing, and I take no offense to the joke.
I smirk at him. “Only the cute ones.”
He chuckles softly, the sound wrapping around us like a cozy blanket. “Glad to know I made the cut,” he says, his eyes catching mine in a playful challenge.
For a moment, I feel as if we’re suspended in time, two people caught in the warmth of this unexpected connection. I watch as he shifts slightly to look at me more directly, the teasing gesture fading into something more earnest. “It’s nice, though, isn’t it? Just… being here?”
“Yeah,” I nod, surprised at the depth of the feeling pooling in my chest. “It really is.”
As his fingers continue to trace gentle patterns on my back, I can’t help but wonder how something so new can feel so right.