Chapter Twenty-Two
Noah
Bobbi looks at me, half-horrified, half-mesmerized. If this were back in the late sixteen-hundreds, she would probably try to burn me at the stake.
“What have I done? Nothing.” I grin. “I just happen to be a pussy whisperer.”
A war erupts within her—the struggle not to giggle. She bites her lip but the corners twitch up. Then she has to break eye contact and look anywhere but me. Finally, she just gives in and lets it go, and her laughter rings through the house
No matter what happens, she doesn’t lose her sense of humor. It’s making me fall in love with her all over again.
I let her ride her hilarity out before saying, “So…my chance?”
“Fine,” she says primly, although her lips are still twitching. “Unlike you, I’m a person of my word. But the second you bail on me—or lie to me, we’re done.”
I nod. “Understood. Now, take off that T-shirt.”
“Why?” She sounds genuinely confused. Suddenly she narrows her eyes. “Are you trying to get me topless?”
“No, I’m trying to get you out of another man’s shirt. You’re mine, Bobbi. You don’t wear another man’s shirt or put on his scent.”
Something that’s half amusement and half dare fleets over her gorgeous face. “Well, as it happens I’m wearing both. Whatcha gonna do about—”
I close the distance and plunge my fingers into her hair, holding her tight, as I plunder her mouth. A low laugh rumbles in her chest, but it soon turns into a soft sigh when my tongue brushes hers and our breaths mingle. She tastes like sugar, spice and herself—something heady and beautiful I can’t stay away from no matter what.
Her breathing roughens, and she clutches my shoulders. She’s always been so responsive to my kiss, and I love the way she ravages my mouth, like she wants me as desperately as I do her and can’t get enough.
I tug at her shirt, pull it upward. She lets me get rid of it. Then impatiently we seek each other’s mouths again, fusing our lips. Her simple nude-colored bra encases her beautiful little breasts. I run my knuckles over the swell, feel goosebumps breaking out over her creamy skin.
As her skin heats, the scent of that male cologne hits me again. Fiery jealousy and possessiveness swell hard and fast, urging me to find the man who put his scent on her and blow his brains out. But murder isn’t a good way to prove one’s romantic commitment.
Instead, I unhook the bra and let it fall to the floor, then pick her up, determined to get her away from anything that smells like the other man. With a small yelp, she wraps her arms around my neck. I relish her solid weight as I carry her to the bedroom. The fact that she isn’t a tiny waif is another reason I love her so much. She doesn’t feel like she’s going to break if I hold her too tight. And I plan to hold her very, very tightly.
I lay her on the bed. Only the street lights come in through the gap in the curtains.
She looks up at me, her eyes glittering in the duskiness. “Take off your shirt. I want to see you.”
I pull it off in one swift motion. My persona may be lackadaisical, but I make sure to stay in shape. Sometimes it’s the difference between surviving and dying, but the side-benefit is that my body looks damn good. I spread my arms so she can see better. The tight abs, the flaring lats and the thick pecs. “All yours, my light. Every square inch. I’ve been yours since the moment I laid eyes on you.”
Her breathing hitches a little. “Then kiss me.”
And I kiss her like the light of my life that she is—the only woman I ever valued more than my own existence. I coax her, tease her, stroking her tongue and brushing against the roof of her mouth, lick and suck on her pillowy lips. I run my fingers through the warm silk of her long hair, relish her soft sighs, the gentle way she kisses me back. It’s like we’re in Mexico again, lost in each other.
I cup her tits, run my thumbs over the tips. She twists, moaning as her nipples grow harder. Stroking them gently, I run my mouth all over her torso, determined to erase all trace of the other man with my kisses.
I don’t know why she was in that shirt or why she smells like another guy, but I don’t give a fuck. She’s here. In my arms. Mine. Writhing under my body, panting for the pleasure I’m giving her.
“Noah… Please,” she begs.
I thread my fingers through hers, then pull a nipple into my mouth. Her back arches, a choked cry caught in her throat. I start to suck, trapping the tip between my tongue and the roof of my mouth, and position myself between her legs. She tilts her head back, exposing her stunning neck. Feet flat on the mattress, she rocks against me, her hips lifting. Her stomach muscles tense, and she tightens her fingers linked with mine.
I hollow my cheeks and suck hard, rubbing my tongue against her impossibly pointed nipple. She twists, her head tossing left and right as she fights for air and rides the wave pushing her higher and higher.
Yes, baby, oh yes…
She screams, her whole body shaking and her legs wrapped around my waist. “Oh my God,” she pants mindlessly. “My God.”
I kiss her fluttery eyelids and cheek. “I’m here, Bobbi. Right here.”
I hold her as she shudders her way down from the orgasmic peak. My dick is aching like crazy, desperate to be inside her, but I wouldn’t miss this moment for the world, when she’s soft and warm and slick with post-orgasmic sweat. Her defenses are gone, and she clings to me like I’m her sanctuary.
She seeks my mouth, the touch tender and sweet. I let her take the lead, working on her pants. As much as I love to have her come from getting her breasts sucked, I want to see her orgasm in other ways, too.
Her mouth still on mine, she lifts her hips to help, pulling off her shorts and panties at the same time. I cup her ass, feel the taut curve against my palm. She whimpers softly. I swear, every part of her body is an erogenous zone.
My hand drifts until my fingers touch her slick core. She’s scorching hot, and I let out a low, satisfied laugh against her lips. I rub my finger against her clit, and her kiss grows more needy and demanding. Her pussy is flooded, and my blood is hot and thick, my cock desperate to get inside her.
I place pillows under her head and torso so she can see me better, then spread her thighs and keep them there by lodging my shoulders between them.
“My light, tell me who’s making you feel so good.” My eyes on her face, I run the flat of my tongue down her pink flesh, tasting salt and Bobbi.
She bites her lower lip, her fingers digging into my hair.
I tease her with my tongue, brushing the tip against her clit. Shudders run through her.
“You, Noah,” she whispers breathlessly. “You.”
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes.”
“How?” I kiss her inner thighs. She’s so wet, her slickness has dripped down there too. Her desire stokes my own need, but I rein it back hard, refusing to give up what little slippery control I have over myself.
“Lick me. Suck me. Fuck me. Do what you do best.”
I laugh softly. She doesn’t beg even when she’s completely exposed and vulnerable. She commands, as though in her deepest conscience she knows I won’t fail her.
My tongue runs over her hot, dripping core. I pull her clit into my mouth and suck hard. Her pelvis lifts from the bed as though touched by a live wire, and a choked cry shudders out of her. Her chest rises and falls and her breasts jiggle, the tips pointed skyward. Her mouth is parted as she sucks in air, and her hair is a beautiful mess around her shoulders and neck.
I bury my face in her, licking and sucking her sweetness. The tensing of her muscles and the sexy sounds she makes are the best reward. I could eat her pussy forever.
Her heels dig into my back as she flexes her legs. I move up slightly and devour her as I push two fingers into her slick pussy. She tightens around them instantly, tight and greedy. I move them hard, ruthlessly pushing her to her climax. She grips my hair, holds me tight, rocking against my face.
Oh yes.
I give her all that she wants. Her breathing grows impossibly shallow and fast. Her entire body starts to tremble as another orgasm rushes toward her, ready to break.
Her back arches. “Noah. Oh my God,” she sobs out her bliss, her fingers clenching against my scalp. I give her another push, so she can fall into another climax.
She convulses again against my face and around my fingers, tasting even sweeter in her orgasm. I suck her even harder, thrusting three fingers inside her, filling her and stretching her, rubbing against the little bump in her pussy.
She doesn’t get to come down from the high before she screams again. Her voice breaks as she whispers my name over and over again, while saying, “Please.”
I kick off my shoes and shed my pants and underwear in a nanosecond. I’m so hard, I feel like my dick’s going to break if I don’t get inside her. I grab a condom from the box I brought and have in my pocket—boy scouts aren’t the only ones who’re prepared—and I sheathe myself fast.
Then, kissing her, I push inside, filling her still convulsing pussy.
She’s so wet, so soft and so welcoming. A missing piece of my life and a homecoming rolled into one. I go slowly, fisting the sheets and trying not to embarrass myself by coming after only one thrust, but it’s been so damn long.
She gasps, then brings her hands to my cheeks, cradling my face. When she does this, I could give her my soul and never miss it.
I shift my pelvis to the angle that gives her the most pleasure, then drive into her. We kiss, our tongues tangling in a carnal dance. She moves with me, deepening each thrust and driving me crazy. When she’s greedy for me like this…
My control slips away.
An animalistic groan tears from my throat, and I push into her hard and fast, air sawing in and out of my lungs. The blood in my veins is so heated, I feel seared from the inside out.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she urges.
Fuck. Her voice is an aphrodisiac I can’t resist. I’m too close. Reaching between our bodies to rub the pad of my thumb against her clit, I plunder her. She spasms, her pussy gripping my dick hard. It pushes me over. My fingers dig into her ass as I shudder and empty myself.
Then I hold her like she’s the greatest treasure in my life. Because she is.