Chapter 23
Twenty Three
Andie
“Oh, come on, Noah! Don’t go sulking around like a child now!” I yell after him as he speed walks into his living room the second the elevator stops at his floor.
Dropping the shopping bags on the counter, he turns back to us and walks right past to shut the door so that I don’t have to.
I press my lips into a straight line lest I laugh at how adorable Noah is for taking care of me even when he’s mad at me.
God! This man would take care of others even in his sleep. And I’m not really sure how to feel about that.
“Don’t call me that!” He grunts as he passes me and heads for the kitchen. Slamming cabinets with so much force behind them.
When the kitty starts to squirm in my arms, I let her down, and she darts somewhere behind the couch. She’s safe here, so she’s the least of my concerns right now.
All I care about is the stiffness in Noah’s frame. I don’t like that one bit. I want to give this man the same care and kindness he offers to others around him so freely.
So, I’d give it to him with the only thing I can offer. “What will you do? Child,” I taunt him, stepping closer to him.
“Andie, don’t start something you can’t follow through?” His husky voice promises a good and dangerous time. His knuckles turn white with his tight grip on the counter.
I feel the tension from the car returning. Both of us are unsatisfied, forced to change the plan when we almost slammed into the cat.
But the lust and desire come back with a vengeance. It’s thick and sensual as it settles over us, seeping into our bones as it pulls our bodies together.
I quite enjoy the way I can rattle this big man. Because that’s who he is—big, broad, and all man.
He makes the guys my age look like kids, like boys. And God, if that doesn’t turn me on like a light switch.
He turns me on like a light switch.
“Who said I can’t?” I raise my chin, letting all the bravado I feel show on my face, though the flutters in my stomach might tell another story.
His head whips at me, daring me to make him give in. That’s exactly what I do when my hands go behind, and the crackling of the zipper of my dress as I pull it down sounds both ominous and exciting.
Noah stares at me with his eyes so wide, I’m surprised they’re still in his sockets. The heat and anticipation in his eyes exhilarate me, assure me that doing this with him is right.
That I want to give myself to Noah even if it’s not forever.
Even if it’s for a night.
The second the dress is about to fall from my shoulders, Noah is at me, panting from the three steps he took to get to me.
He hauls me to him, holding the dress at my shoulders, not letting me be bare. My chest grazes his, and I bite my lower lip to hold in a moan. I’m too sensitive right now. His frantic eyes search mine, “I’m too keyed up to think straight, Andie? You don’t want to do this.”
My eyes harden as I let the anger surge through me, and I’m ready to give him a piece of my mind and tell him not to treat me like a china dish, when he speaks again.
“I don’t trust myself right now, Andie.” His husky and desperate voice does nothing to deter me.
“Then trust me to know what I want,” I say, covering his cheeks with my hands, rubbing the pad of my thumb over his coarse beard hair, loving the way they tingle.
He swallows an audible gulp, his eyes displaying so many emotions, a window to the war raging inside of him.
I make it easier for him. I stand on my toes, nowhere closer to his height than I was before, so my hands move to his neck and pull him down the rest of the way—his lips just shy of mine. “I want you, Noah,” I whisper over his lips.
Noah’s eyes flare, and within a second, he bends and picks me up, my legs wrapping around his waist automatically. “You’re gonna regret giving me the reins, Rainbow. But I’m too far gone and selfish to be the one to think clearly,” he warns me.
His threat only makes me rub myself on his clothed length that now digs exactly where I want him.
His fingers dig into my hips, halting me. “You do not move until I tell you to,” he commands on a rough exhale.
I basically whine when I can’t achieve the friction I so desperately want between my legs. Luckily, we’re in his bedroom in time as he shuts the door behind him, and lets me down—every inch of my body rubbing with his as my feet touch the ground.
Then Noah takes a step back and finally lets the fabric wrapped around my body succumb to gravity as it pools around my feet.
My instinct is to cover myself, lock myself away where no one can see me, hurt me.
But it’s the look in Noah’s eyes that gives me all the strength I need to let myself be bare for him—to let him see what no other man ever has.
Never all of me.
His eyes shine with so much heat, lust, and desire that my core vibrates, begging for him to be inside me this very instant. It’s not just that, though. It’s the reverence in his forest eyes that makes me believe that he wants me, at least for tonight.
And if tonight is all I’ll get, then I won’t waste a single second worrying what he thinks of me and my curvy body.
He licks his lips as his eyes caress me from my head to my toes, and when they finally reach my nipple piercings, his knees buckle.
Noah Miller falls to his knees in front of me.
His hands grab onto my waist as his head falls on my stomach. “Fucking hell, Andie,” he curses under his breath as it ghosts over my chubby skin. “Your nipples…they’re…” he looks up at my round breasts as if he can’t quite believe what he sees, blinking his eyes to confirm that it’s real.
“You’ve nipple piercings,” he grunts, his voice hoarse and laden with lust and disbelief.
A smile grazes my lips, seeing this man so enchanted by jewellery. “I do,” I whisper, my hands finding their way into his soft blond hair.
The corners of his eyes harden as he looks into mine and asks, “Who else has seen them, Andie?” His fingers twist my nipple before I can answer, teasing me.
My head falls back, the sensitivity making me delirious. I need his mouth on me. I need him to suck my nipple into his mouth. I push his head to do just that, but he resists.
Sharp, my eyes turn to him, reprimanding him with my glare.
The man has the audacity to smirk, seeing me squirming for him. “Don’t make me remind you who’s in charge in the bedroom, Andie.”
I jolt in surprise, a gasp falling from my lips as I stare at him with wide eyes when a smack lands on my hips.
“Tell me,” he orders with his rough voice. “Who else has seen these beautiful, sexy piercings on your blush pink nipples, Andie?” He enunciates my name with an underlying warning, his fingers continuing their assault on both my breasts.
“No one. You…Only you…Please.” I’m barely able to hold onto a coherent thought, goosebumps spreading across my skin in anticipation.
“Fuck, Rainbow! You’re killing me,” he mutters, right before latching his mouth on my nipples.
The sensation of his hot and wet mouth has me crying out. My knees threaten to buckle under the intensity as his skillful tongue tortures my pebbled skin, the piercings only heightening the pleasure. It’s his arms around me that keep me from becoming jelly at his feet.
His tongue continues to flick my nipple while he pinches and plays with the other with his fingers. My own digging in his scalp as I pull on them, push his head into my breasts.
I rub my legs together, the wetness coating the inside of my thighs as I feel it leaking down my core.
Noah’s mouth leaves my nipple with a wet plop and instantly suck in the other with zeal, while his hand wraps around the other breast, weighing it in his big hands.
“Feels good, Noah,” I moan, my head falling backward. His hand travels the valley between my breasts and curves itself around my exposed throat, tight but not enough to restrict oxygen from getting into my lungs.
Not like I’m breathing with the way I’m panting like a dog.
“You feel good,” Noah hums around my sensitive and abused skin, sending shock waves through my body.
I pull at the root of his hair, which makes him groan. “Please, Noah…more,” I whimper, too overtaken with desire for this man, not even aware of what I’m asking from him.
But he must be as attuned to my body as I am to his because he seems to know exactly what I want. He parts, and his fingers dive right in as if going home, fitting perfectly.
A breath hitches from my lungs at the welcome invasion.
“Fuck, baby. You’re leaking for me,” he groans, moving his fingers inside of me, rubbing the walls inside, and reaching parts I’d never known existed before.
“Yes,” I moan, spreading my legs for him, letting myself be wanton and bare for him to do with as he pleases.
Noah chuckles darkly, “Is that all for me, baby? Did the thought of me make you this wet? Or was it my mouth on your tight nipples and fingers in your leaky, virgin cunt?”
His fingers turn faster, my head falling back on something between a moan and a whimper. I’m too lost in the daze to answer, busy chasing my high as I ride his fingers.
Just as my folds start fluttering, clenching around his fingers, I feel the ball in my tummy close to unfurling. That’s when Noah decides to punish me by pulling his fingers out altogether.
I whine in frustration, “Why?” I look at him as I blink my eyes open—I didn’t even realize they were squeezed shut.
“You answer when I ask you a question,” he growls, his command flooding my veins. He slaps my core, stunning me to silence, my lips parted in surprise.
He does it again, a wet slap resounding in his bedroom along with our heavy breaths, and an unbidden moan falls from my lips.
“And besides,” his lips lift in a smug smile, “it’s my cock you’re going to paint red today, Rainbow.” His coarse words and husky voice make me whimper at the visual he paints. I’ve never been this turned on in my life.
God! He has such a filthy mouth, and I love it.