Chapter 22
Every plea fell on Noah’s ears like an anointment of power.
He lost another hold on reality. He released her knees and grabbed her ass, lifting her off the stool to slam her onto his cock.
Her sharp yelp drove him closer to the edge.
The knowledge that she liked the pain, that she wasn’t running screaming from him or ridiculing his ‘weakness’, sent a shaft of pure pleasure through him.
He’d told her he was in fear of becoming addicted to her.
He was beginning to dread that it was already too late.
He gripped her ass harder, the insane need to brand her as his and his alone overcoming him again. Widening his stance, he pumped his hips, felt her flinch even as she met his thrust with a juicy roll of her hips.
Christ … this was insane… but he wanted to keep her.
To make her his in ways that would in all probability scare her.
The urge to see her tied up, open fully and helplessly to him, unable to move as he fucked every orifice, rushed through his mind, saturating his pleasure even deeper.
The image was so powerful he bared his teeth and growled long and deep.
She shuddered at the sound, her nails sliding round to dig into his ass.
Her raw hunger and the scent of her arousal blew his mind.
He leaned in close and sank his teeth into her shoulder.
Supple and salty with her exertions, she tasted like fucking heaven.
He bit harder and earned himself another shudder.
He was on a downward slope to seriously unsafe territory with this woman. This woman who still held questions he’d come nowhere close to answering. Questions he’d kept putting off because he’d been too terrified of asking.
Like who had hurt her so badly she’d had to brand her skin with those heartbreaking words? Because he feared once he knew he’d have only one option.
An unthinkable option that might revisit New York on him all over again.
“Noah.” The sweet whisper of his name brought him back to the searing pleasure ramming through him. Pleasure that sent him spiraling over the cliff when she scraped the rough diamond edge of her stud over his nipple in short hard flicks, then sank her teeth into him.
“Holy shit, Leia!”
So tight, so deliciously tight was his Leia that her juices spilled out, coating the base of her ass and his fingers as he pummeled her.
Sliding a finger up her ass, he teased her second hole, then pressed down hard, popping through. Her mouth dropped open on a shocked groan.
Then she was coming hard, her cunt a closed silky fist that milked his cock so fiercely he could barely move inside her.
Noah had thought feeling her come was incredible enough. But watching through the goggles as waves of orange-red washed up her body, suffusing her in pleasure—he’d never experienced anything so soul shaking.
He buried himself to the hilt and came in a thick, helpless rush, his climax so powerful, he roared himself hoarse.
God knows how he managed to stay on his feet, how he found the strength to take off her leg restraints before he carried her to the lounger.
They collapsed in a tangle of arms and legs, their breaths nowhere near normal. He gathered her close and felt his heart lurch all over again when she tucked herself into his side. Like she belonged there.
“Are you okay?” he asked gruffly several minutes later when neither of them had broken the silence.
“I’m not sure. Ask me again in a month’s time,” she slurred.
Something kicked in his chest. “If that’s an invitation to call you when we get back to Miami, I accept.” He tried for light, but it felt short by a mile.
She tensed. “I didn’t mean to… I wasn’t trying to…”
“Whether you were or not is irrelevant. I want to see you when we get back to Miami.”
He watched her worry her lower lip, the color flowing orange and red depending on the pressure she put on her flesh.
He wanted to take over the biting. Hell, he wanted to do so many things with her, his mind reeled with just what he was contemplating.
Considering he’d only known her for forty-eight hours, for fuck’s sake.
“We’re only on day two. You may not want to know I exist come Friday.”
He slid his fingers into her hair and tightened his grip.
Her hand immediately splayed on his stomach, their need to connect with each other almost visceral.
“The only reason I won’t want to know you exist is if you stop responding to me the way you just did.
Or if you play mind games with me. Are you about to do either? ”
She shook her head. “The way I feel when you touch me… I can’t turn it off,” she whispered.
“Neither can I. So going on the basis that we haven’t fucked each other to death by Friday, this thing between us isn’t over.”
He may have been arrogant enough to think he’d have her immediate agreement. When she kept silent, cold dread flared up his spine. “Leia?”
“Can we talk about it later, Noah?”
He kicked himself when he heard the weariness in her voice. He’d been relentless since he chased her down the mountain yesterday. In less than an hour, they’d be in Vienna and she’d barely slept more than a few hours.
He kissed her, then got up and located their clothes. He tucked her panties in his pocket and buttoned her back into his shirt. Handing over her shoes, he swept her up into his arms and headed out of the booth, fighting the urge to demand an answer then and there.
“Sure, sweetheart. As long as you get that I’m not taking no for an answer.”
They ended up staying on the plane and sleeping for six hours straight after they landed in Vienna. They woke with barely enough time to check into their hotel before it was time to get ready for the jazz concert.
Noah walked into the bedroom as she was stepping into another pair of sky-high heels. He stopped in the middle of the room, a fireball landing itself in his belly before shooting down to his groin.
“Is everything in your wardrobe made of leather?” he rasped.
She jerked around, shrugged and drifted her hand over her short, flared leather skirt. “When I can get away with it. Which is most of the time.” She smiled.
His heart kicked, then went into overdrive.
Christ, did she have any idea how breathtaking she looked when she smiled?
He found himself moving toward her before his brain kicked back into gear.
“You’re determined to explore my every weakness, sweetheart, aren’t you?
” His voice hadn’t quite returned to normal, and he doubted it would when her smile widened.
“What other weaknesses do you have?”
He stopped in front of her, looked down at her top.
It was short sleeved, made of sheer purple lace with two silk pockets over each breast and a broad black zipper that went from neck to waist. Taking her by the waist, he turned her around, several million brain cells frying when he confirmed his suspicion. She wasn’t wearing a bra.
He pulled her back, rubbed his throbbing erection against her ass. “You want to know my other weakness?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Small, bite-size tits that bounce when I fuck you.”
She wriggled against him and gave a little pleased sigh. “I’m glad you like mine. Most men are obsessed with big boobs.”
He shifted her hair to one side and gripped her nape. “I’m not most men, baby. Get that through your head now.”
Her head fell forward, her first vertebrae nudging against his palm. “Yes, Noah.”
A tremor ran through him. “Those two words can pretty much guarantee you get whatever you want when it comes to me.”
She glanced over her shoulder, her eyelids fluttering when their eyes met. “Yes, Noah.”
Something shifted in the air between them. A knowing. A demand. An acceptance. A connection much more intense than sex. Noah wanted to grab it, bottle that moment, and never let it go.
She blinked and the moment was gone. He let go of her nape and slid his hand down her back to her ass. “I’m not sure how I feel about the length of this skirt though, especially knowing you’re wearing another of your lingerie sets under it.”
“If I have to change then you do too.”
His brows rose. “You object to what I’m wearing?”
She stared him up and down, and her tongue swirled over her upper lip in an unconscious gesture of want that spiked fire through his blood.
“Yes, I do. The way your jeans hug your ass isn’t legal. And that blue T-shirt brings out your eyes way too sexily for me to even want to think about you leaving this room dressed like that.” The deadpan delivery drew a stunned laugh from him.
“Are you telling me you like what you see, baby?”
Her eyes met his and that rawness exploded between them again. “You know I do,” she said in a hushed voice. She stepped closer and her hand slid up his chest to curve around his nape. It felt like the most natural thing in the world to lean down and kiss her.
His hands skimmed her back, curved over her ass and squeezed.
Her flinch made him freeze and pull back.
“How badly does it hurt?” After the insane frenzy of their fucking last night, he’d known she would bruise but even he hadn’t realized how far things had gone until he’d seen her ass and breasts.
The marks on her shoulder and neck were covered by her top and loose hair.
Grey eyes met his and a wave of heat swept into her cheeks. “It’s not that bad.”
“Leia?”
“I mean it. The pleasure I got from what you did made the pain worth it. In the bathroom just now, I touched them just to remind myself how good I felt.”
The rush that broke free threatened to cap him at the knees.
He cupped his hand around her throat and brought her face up to his. “Tell me again. Slowly.”
“I like it, Noah. The pain, the pleasure. All of it.”
He smashed his mouth down on hers, kissing until they both couldn’t breathe. When he raised his head, the beauty of her face sent him under once again.
“This jazz thing. How wedded are you to the idea of attending?”
“Fused Realms have hit the billboard charts consistently for over fifteen years,” she whispered against his lips. “This is an opportunity of a lifetime.”
Growling, he grabbed her hand and splayed it over his aching groin. “I have an unending opportunity of a lifetime right here, baby. We don’t even need to leave the room.”
She laughed despite the dangerous currents flying through the air. Caressing his cock, she answered, “Let’s go rock out, baby. Then you can bring me back here and rock my world again.”
He held her against him, let her stroke him for another minute before he reluctantly stepped away. “I’ll agree on condition you don’t bend over at any point during the evening. If I catch even a hint of your ass on show, we’re coming back here and I’m making your ass sing again.”
She tilted her head and stared up at him. “Yes, Noah.”
A clock chimed somewhere in the room. Had he been able to look away from her stunning face to look at his watch, he would’ve known the exact moment he relinquished part of his soul to Leia Michaels forever.