Chapter 21
Paisley
L ying in bed, I stare up at the ceiling. I’m on edge, and being home alone while everyone else is still at the bar partying isn’t helping my cause. I would kill for a drink right about now, but I was serious, I’m off it. I need to keep my head straight. A tingle runs through me when I get a flash of the way Noah kept looking at me while we were working together tonight. The way his lips brushed ever so lightly over mine. It was impossible being so close to him. The number of times I just wanted to give in to temptation and kiss him was crazy. He’s almost impossible to resist, and he knows it.
Throwing a hand over the side of my bed, I search my nightstand, needing some relief from all the tension building up. When my fingers don’t land on what I’m looking for, I roll over so I can have a better look, but the drawer is strangely empty. Roger’s gone. What the hell? Then I remember Noah’s threat, but he wouldn’t have really taken my vibrator, would he?
I hop out of bed and storm over to my window, throwing back the curtains. The smug jerk is standing in the window, watching me like he knew what I was about to do. I glare daggers at him, and he laughs. A text pings on my phone.
NOAH: Missing something?
That’s all it says. That smug… Oh my God, he stole my vibrator. I’m going to kill him. I throw on a sweater and my plaid pajama bottoms and storm from my house, banging on his front door with my fist.
He answers the door with a menacing smirk and a bare chest, showing off his glorious muscles that just make me hate him even more. “What can I do for you, neighbor?” He leans into his door frame, running a hand through his hair, all casual and sexy as hell.
“Where is he?” I insist, my hands flying to my hips. I’ve had about enough of his games tonight.
“Not sure what you’re talking about, baby. But if it’s an orgasm you’re searching for, I’m sure I can help you out. Did I get you all hot and bothered tonight?”
My glare turns murderous. “Argh. I can’t believe you broke into my house and stole Roger.”
He simply raises his shoulders in a nonchalant manner, not giving anything away, but I know it was him. Who else would break into my house to steel my toy. “I told you the only name you should be calling when you cum is mine. Roger’s days were numbered.”
My heart races in annoyance. What the hell is he playing at here? I shove past him, heading for his bedroom.
“Where are you going?” he calls after me.
“To find my rabbit,” I yell back as I take the stairs two at a time.
Behind me, the front door closes with a bang, and I know he’s following closely, but I make it to his room before him. Pulling open his bedside drawer, I search, scattering items out as I go. Nothing. Scanning the room, I find his dresser. When I make it to the top drawer, I find Roger wedged between his boxer briefs. “Roger, you poor thing.” I pluck him free.
Noah watches me from the doorway with a snicker of amusement.
The look of shock I throw back at him must be obvious. I really can’t believe he was so brazen to steal it right from my bedroom. “How did you get in my room?” I demand.
His gaze fixes on mine, a serious expression transforming his handsome face. “You should start locking your house. It’s not safe to have it unlocked all day while you’re out.”
Did I leave the house unlocked? I can’t recall one way or the other. With everything on my mind, it’s possible I might have overlooked it. Closing in on me, he makes a move for my toy, causing me to step back out of his reach. I swiftly move out of the way, trying to reach the other side of the room, but he outpaces me and takes the toy from my grasp. “Give him back,” I cry, knowing this is over so much more than a toy.
“He’s mine now.” He chuckles darkly.
“No, he’s not.” I reach for him, but he’s so much taller than me, all he has to do is hold it above his head and there is no way I can reach it.
His eyes rake over me, and it’s that same dang look he was giving me earlier. The one that makes me feel all warm and buttery inside. “How about I make you a deal, baby.”
“What?” I huff, already knowing I don’t like the sound of this.
He skates a hand down my side, leaving shivers in its wake. I’m so turned on by him that my body just reacts on instinct. “If I can’t get you off quicker than Roger, you can have him back.”
Staring back at him, I’m almost lost for words. “What if you can?” Nervously, I swallow, the desire I find in his eyes terrifying. It feels almost impossible to be this close to him.
“Then you’re mine for the night.” His voice is low and gravelly and holds a determined edge that tells me he’s not really messing around with me. He’s serious.
Staring up at him, I get momentarily lost in his eyes. He set this all up so I would come over here tonight. It’s a messed-up thought. He knows me so well. He knew how angry I would be when I found him gone. I’m screwed either way. I could just walk away, leave poor Roger here hostage and buy myself a new rabbit first chance I can. That would be the safest option. But this is a matter of principle; I want what he stole back. “There is no way you can get me off as fast as Roger, he’s very efficient.”
His smile reaches his dimples. “How long, baby? You tell me a time, and I promise you I’ll have you screaming my name before it’s up.”
My heart races at the thought. “Three minutes max.” I raise a challenging brow, my eyes still locked with his.
With a confident smile, he sits down on the end of his bed. He runs his hands across my body, gliding them over my ass before pulling my sweater off, followed by gliding my flannel pajama bottoms down my legs, leaving me in just my silky shorts and camisole with the lace trim. He studies me with way too much warmth in his gaze.
“Don’t look at me like that. I’m not going to let you win,” I whisper, but we both know this is dangerous territory. He’s the only guy who can really bring me undone. When I have my alone time with Roger, it’s Noah I fantasize about. Roger was the first thing I bought myself when he dumped me. He was a screw-you to Noah. An I don’t need a man in my life, I can have it all without one. But every damn time I get Roger out, it’s his damn face I fantasize about.
His hands slide over the silky fabric of my remaining clothes, and he sucks in a breath like he’s trying to control himself. “Keep telling yourself that while you come over here and sit on my face.” His thumbs hook into my silky shorts, and they drop to the floor.
I find myself unable to move and struggling for air. A delicious shiver runs over me, threatening to destroy me. His dirty words do things to me they shouldn’t. He takes off his watch and sets a timer then hands it to me. “Three minutes, right?”
“Yes, but…” I haven’t agreed to anything yet. If I do this, he’s going to destroy me, and he knows it.
“Let me get you off. What’s the worst that can happen? I fail and you and Roger skip happily home together to finish off the job without me.”
“That’s the best-case scenario,” I mutter, frightened.
He chuckles playfully, then lies back on the bed, guiding me with him, moving me so my legs are spread over his face. “Start the timer, baby.”
Oh, dear God, please save me. My finger presses the button and time starts racing. Immediately his lips are on me, licking through my folds, soft at first, then he picks up the tempo, swirling his tongue in a way that makes me feel weak. My body folds forward, gripping the comforter for support. One hand still clutching his watch like it’s my lifeline, my only chance out of this torture that’s not torture at all. It’s heaven. His tongue is magic and knows its way around my needy pussy so much better than Roger ever could. I feel his fingers dig into the soft flesh of my ass cheek as he pulls me onto him, his stubble scratching the inside of my legs. I close my eyes, trying to keep control over my body. I have to fight this. There is no way I can let him win.
Popping open an eye, I check the timer. “One minute gone,” I tell him, trying not to give away how turned on I am by what he’s doing to me. I only have to last two more. I can do this.
His tongue finds my clit as he pushes a finger inside of me. An involuntary moan escapes my lips. Oh, dear God, this feels so damn good. I moan again as he follows quickly with a second, twisting his fingers in a way he knows is getting my G-spot, sending me into a frenzy, but I try controlling my breathing. He’s not going to win, no matter what. I’m the one in complete control of my orgasms, not him.
“Two minutes gone,” I taunt him, pleased he’s running out of time. But he doesn’t panic. Casually his tongue flicks over my clit, and he changes the pressure, sucking hard then easing off. It’s a deadly combination, sending shock waves over my skin. I have to focus all my attention on the timer counting down.
“Twenty seconds left,” I murmur, not able to talk properly anymore I’m so close. I just need to hold on a little longer.
He chuckles against my lady parts, the thrum vibration turning me on even more. Then his thumb moves lower, coating my puckered hole with my juices. Oh fuck no. He pushes in his thumb and my body convulses on cue. “Noah,” I cry angrily, unable to help it as a mammoth wave of euphoria ripples through me. My body crumples, and I give into the high, riding his face shamelessly as he laps me up. The shrill bleep of the timer going off fills the air, but he doesn’t stop. He just keeps right on eating me, licking me, fingering my hole until I stop writhing over him and collapse, my body spent. Happy. Fulfilled. Defeated.
He places soft kisses everywhere then lifts me and seats me on the bed next to him. A boneless mess.
I blink back at him as he brushes my hair away from my eyes. “You cheated,” I murmur, devastated that he knows my body so well. I should have known he wouldn’t play fair. When has he ever?
“Did I? Maybe I just know you better than Roger.” He crawls over me, and I stare up at him. I couldn’t have left now even if I didn’t just lose a bet. Despite knowing it’s a mistake, I still desire him intensely. I run a hand through his hair then lightly down his chest. How can I be so utterly infatuated with a man I hate?