Chapter 21
Forcing herself to move, Leia rushed into the bedroom and yanked open the closet where she’d moved her things on returning to the plane.
It would take at least a half hour to present all ten pieces—if she was quick. Thirty minutes to keep the ever-expanding pressure between her legs from exploding and turning her into a gibbering wreck. Oh, who was she kidding?
She was one self-pleasuring touch away from coming on the bedroom floor. Only the knowledge of how much more powerful and intense Noah could make the experience stopped her from fingering herself back to sanity right there in the closet.
Fingers shaking, she plucked the first item from the hanger. The powder-blue silk teddy brushed her skin as she slipped it over her head. From the outside it looked like an ordinary teddy, but the special lining running down the insides of the garment immediately reacted to her skin’s temperature.
She walked into the living room and her eyes zeroed in on Noah. He was in the exact position she’d left him minutes ago except for the glass of whiskey balanced on his thigh.
He twirled a finger. “Turn.”
She dragged her eyes from his cock and pirouetted, loving the sexy feel of the material on her body.
“I can’t see the tech on this one.”
“It’s… inside.”
His gaze slid over her, lingering at her breasts then down to her feet and back up to stop at her stiff, peaked nipples. “You’re covered in goosebumps. Are you cold?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“The technology on this garment is slightly different from the other one.”
His eyebrows rose. “How?”
“When the bra cups come into contact with my skin, they caress my breasts in hot and cold waves.”
“You mean right now you’re getting stimulated each time you move?”
The amazement in his voice made her smile, despite the growing ball of need between her legs. “Yes, I thought just because I’m not adequately endowed in some places doesn’t mean I can’t have fun with what I wear.”
“Anyone who sees you and doesn’t think you’re a knockout better not say it to my face because they’ll eat my fist. Now, come here.”
Smiling, she walked forward till she stood between his legs again.
Setting his glass on the arm of the sofa, he reached up and cupped her breast, testing the fabric.
“Fuck. This is incredible.” He squeezed her nipple hard.
When she shuddered, he released her. “You’re a sexy and clever little thing, aren’t you? ”
Her smile stretched, her insides melting at his praise.
He released her, sat back and slid his fingers down to cup his balls. “Next one.”
Leia hurried away, the fear that she was at breaking point hammering through her. She’d never come without physical stimulus before. But she was pretty damn sure that watching Noah stroke himself like that for much longer would set her off.
Tugging the teddy over her head, she flung it into the closet and grabbed the next item—a cream thonged unitard that could be worn as an undergarment or with a skirt or pants. She’d barely pulled it on before her clit swelled to almost twice its size. Heat creeping into her face, she went back out.
Noah noticed immediately. “You’re walking differently.”
“It’s the thong. It sends tiny electrical pulses to my clit.” A tremble rolled over her body and she moaned.
“Jesus!” he croaked. “You design these for women to wear out in public?”
She shrugged. “Women go out in public every day wearing discreet sexual gadgets. This is just another tool for pleasure. It’s not strong enough to induce an orgasm unless you’re already super turned on.”
“The only tool I want pleasuring you is my cock.”
“When?” she asked plaintively, her voice breaking.
His gaze lingered at her crotch and he swallowed. A tiny hint of stress marred his face but he smiled. “When I say so. Next one.”
Her fingers tingled. “I don’t think I’ll last much longer, Noah.”
“If you come without me inside you, sweetheart, I’ll make you scream so hard for your next orgasm, they’ll hear you in China.”
“God! You’re a fucking maniac!” Whirling, she ran back to the sound of his strained chuckle, tearing the unitard off before she reached the closet.
The next was a bustier and pant set in red and black that delivered the same caressing stimulus when she moved. By the time she fastened the hooks and pulled the sides of the panties over her hips, she genuinely feared she wouldn’t last.
The light flush across Noah’s cheekbones attested to his own battle with the consuming fire of desire. She turned, displaying the garment in all its glory before she faced him again.
“Describe.”
“There’s a tiny button here.” She indicated the sides of the panties. “When I touch it, the red lines on the panties deliver a shock that simulates spanking.”
He let go of his cock and jerked to his feet. Striding to where she stood, he lifted her chin with a finger. “I don’t know whether I’ll enjoy fucking you for your brains or for the naughty little minx who resides inside your stunning body,” he rasped.
“Both. Fuck me for both,” she whispered fervently, her body raw with the need to feel the satisfaction he held back from her, the powerful friction of his cock inside her.
“Yes,” he said simply. “Stay here.”
Her breath shuddered out as he walked into the bedroom.
God! Finally…
Heart accelerating, Leia wondered whether to start undressing, then thought better of it. Noah loved doing that. She was learning very quickly that when it came to the bedroom, he loved calling all the shots. If he’d wanted her undressed he’d have told h?—
“Why are you dressed?”
Black designer jeans hugged his hips and he’d thrown on a light grey T-shirt that clung lovingly to his shoulders and torso.
As much as she wanted to appreciate him, right now he was fucking with her head in a way that sent a fireball of anger smashing through her arousal. “Noah, this isn’t funny anymore.”
He eyed her, as if testing to see how far gone she was. “I’m not laughing, Leia. Put these on.”
He raised the items in his hand, and she frowned. His shirt. Her shoes.
“Why?”
“Because we’re going out and I sure as hell don’t want anyone seeing you in that getup.”
Confused, angry and so aroused she feared she’d fly apart if she so much as breathed the wrong way, she took his shirt and shrugged it on. The tails of his black shirt reached her knees and the sleeves swallowed her arms.
He folded back the sleeves and buttoned her from neck to knee and stepped back with a satisfied nod. “Shoes.”
She stepped into her Valentino pumps and he slid his fingers through hers. “Not long now, baby.”
Too wound up to ask where they were going, she followed when he tugged her to the door, each step an excruciating reminder of the escalating pressure and extreme wetness between her legs.
She was so busy putting one foot in front of the other she didn’t notice their destination until they reached the door marked VICE .
“Time to tick high number three off your list.”
Lifting two of the weird-looking black and indigo goggles off the hook, he pushed the door open. They entered a small squared-off area. When the door shut behind them, he carefully slid one pair over her head then adjusted it in place. “How’s the fit?” he asked.
“A little tighter.”
He made a rough sound in his throat, like a growl. Leia registered that his fingers weren’t quite steady as he tightened the band above her ears. The further evidence that he teetered on the same brink as she did calmed her down a touch.
“Okay now?”
“Yes.”
Having kept her eyes closed as he adjusted the goggles, she opened them now and gasped.
The room pulsed with music and color. Blues, greens and reds swirled high above her head and spiraled to the floor.
The decorations, moving in slow psychedelic shapes, made her smile.
Reaching out, she touched the nearest green swirl and watched it curl over her finger before it drifted away.
Noah’s hand slid against her palm, the heat from his fingers pulsing yellow as they grasped hers.
He led her deeper into the room and body shapes flowed into view.
She counted seven figures, one behind the bar and two sipping drinks tinged blue by their cold temperature.
Two couples were engaged in heavy fondling against a wall and the other couple was much further down the line, with the guy on his knees with his head buried between his partner’s legs.
The woman sat on a stool, her head thrown back and her mouth wide open as she gasped out hot breaths that coated the air with orange puffs.
The act drew Leia’s attention to her own precariously aroused state, heightened further as the woman moaned loud and deep.
She searched out Noah’s profile. “Are we… Will everyone see us?” she blurted.
“Hell no,” he growled in her ear. “We’re heading in here.”
“Here” was a large booth with green and blue lines running along the outside. Inside, the usual custom-built chaise longue took up one side and on the other side was a purple stool a few feet from the wall.
Noah shut the door, led her to the stool and helped her onto it. He reefed his T-shirt over his head and dropped it. The outline of his body glowed reddish-yellow, the colors deepening under his arms and his groin as he lowered his zipper and tugged off his jeans.
Stepping close, he unbuttoned her shirt and slid it off her. Then his hands spanned her waist and trailed upward.
He hooked his finger into the top line of the fabric and used it to pull her close. “Your scent drives me insane. I can barely think straight around you.”
He trailed his tongue over her heaving breasts and they both watched the hot glow slowly fade to a warm yellow.
He yanked down the bodice of her bustier and groaned at the sight of her nipples ringing a faint orange.
Wrapping his hands around her breasts, he squeezed hard, capturing her nipples painfully between his thumb and forefinger until they glowed red-hot.
“Lord, you’re so gorgeous.”
“More. Please.”