4. Chapter 4 （Noah） #2
It's desperate and reckless and completely unprofessional. But she's too close and asking too many questions, and I can't bear to speak the answers aloud. Can't bear to relive that day. Not now. Not with her.
For one heartbeat, she freezes. Then her hands are in my hair, the photograph forgotten as it flutters to the floor. She tastes like coffee and determination and danger, and I know I should stop this, should push her away, should?—
She makes a small sound in the back of her throat, and my control snaps.
I push her against the wall, one hand tangling in her hair while the other grips her hip. She arches into me, all soft curves and sharp edges, a contradiction that makes my head spin. Her fingers trace the scar on my shoulder through my shirt, and I shudder.
"Noah," she breathes against my lips.
I pull back just enough to meet her eyes. They're dark with desire but still sharp, still analyzing. Even now, she's trying to figure me out.
"This is a bad idea," I tell her, even as my thumb traces her jawline.
"Probably." She tilts her head into my touch. "Tell me to stop."
I should. God knows I should. Instead, I kiss her again, slower this time. Deeper. Her hands slide under my shirt, mapping scars and muscles, each touch like electricity on my skin. I trail kisses down her neck, and she gasps my name.
I pause at the collar of her sweater, my fingers tracing the edge of the fabric.
Her eyes meet mine, dark and desire-filled, giving me the permission I need.
I slowly peel the sweater over her head, revealing the smooth expanse of her skin.
She's wearing a simple black bra, but on her, it's the sexiest thing I've ever seen.
Her breath hitches as I trace the lace with my fingertips, following the path with my lips. I feel her heart racing under my touch, a rhythm that matches my own pounding pulse. She arches against me as I kiss the swell of her breasts, her hands gripping my shoulders, urging me on.
I unclasp her bra, letting it fall to the floor.
Her breasts are perfect, and I can't resist taking one nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the peak.
She cries out, her head falling back against the wall, her body pressing against mine.
I lavish attention on her, moving from one breast to the other, my hands cupping, caressing, driving her wild.
Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer.
I can feel her heat, even through our clothes, and it's driving me insane.
I grind against her, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through both of us.
She moans my name, her nails digging into my back, and I know I need to slow this down, or I'll lose control completely.
I carry her to the couch, laying her down gently. Her hair spreads out like a dark halo, her eyes never leaving mine. I strip off my shirt, her gaze roaming over my chest, lingering on my scars. There's no judgment in her eyes, only desire and a curiosity that makes me want to open up to her.
I join her on the couch, my body covering hers. Her legs part, cradling me between them. I can feel her heat, her dampness through her leggings, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to rip them off and bury myself in her.
Instead, I take my time, exploring her body with my hands and mouth.
I kiss her collarbone, her shoulders, her arms. I trace the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips.
I hook my fingers into the waistband of her leggings, pulling them down inch by inch, revealing more of her skin to my hungry eyes.
She lifts her hips, helping me slide the leggings off.
She's left in a pair of black lace panties that match her bra.
I run my hands up her legs, feeling her shiver under my touch.
I kiss her knee, her thigh, the crease of her hip.
Her breath catches as I move closer to her center, her body tensing in anticipation.
I look up at her, our eyes locking as I hook my fingers into her panties. She nods, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I slide the panties down, revealing her to me completely. She's beautiful, her body glistening with arousal, her scent intoxicating.
I toss her panties aside, spreading her legs wide. I can see her pulse quickening in her throat, her breath coming in shallow gasps. I lean in, inhaling her scent deeply. She whimpers, her hips lifting slightly, seeking my touch.
I don't make her wait. I run my tongue along her slit, her taste exploding in my mouth.
She cries out, her hands fisting in my hair.
I take my time, learning her, finding what makes her gasp, what makes her moan, what makes her body tremble.
I circle her clit with my tongue, feeling her response, her body coiling tighter and tighter.
I slide one finger into her, her heat enveloping me. She's so tight, so wet. I can't wait to feel her around me. I add a second finger, stretching her, preparing her. Her hips move with me, her body chasing the sensation, the promise of release.
I curl my fingers inside her, hitting that spot that makes her cry out. I suck her clit into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue. Her body tenses, her muscles clamping down on my fingers. She's close, so close. I can feel it in her body, see it in her face, hear it in her moans.
I back off slightly, letting her come down from the peak. Her eyes fly open, meeting mine. They're wild, desperate. She reaches for me, pulling me up her body. Our mouths clash in a passionate kiss, her taste on my tongue, her arousal slick on my fingers as I continue to stroke her.
She reaches between us, unbuttoning my jeans, pushing them down. My cock springs free, hard and ready. Her hand wraps around me, her thumb circling the sensitive tip. I hiss in pleasure, my hips thrusting into her hand.
I break away from her kiss, my forehead pressing against hers.
I position myself at her entrance. Her legs wrap around my waist, her heels digging into my ass, urging me forward.
I slide into her slowly, inch by inch. Her body stretches around me, her eyes wide, her lips parted in a silent moan. She's so tight, so hot. It's the most incredible thing I've ever felt. I pause when I'm fully seated in her, letting her adjust to me.
Her eyes meet mine, her hands cupping my face. "Move," she whispers. And I do.
I start slow, a steady rhythm that builds with each thrust. Her hips meet mine, her body moving with me like we were made for this. I can feel the pleasure building in my spine, my body tensing with each thrust. But I hold back, not wanting this to end too soon.
I change the angle, hitting a new spot inside her. Her eyes fly open, her moans growing louder. I can feel her body tensing again, her muscles clamping down on me. I lean down, taking her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard.
She comes undone. Her body convulses around me, her moans filling the air. Her nails dig into my back, her legs tightening around my waist. I ride out her orgasm, my own pleasure building to an unbearable level.
I sit up, pulling her with me. She straddles my lap, her body still trembling with aftershocks. I grip her hips, guiding her to move with me. She starts slow, her body rising and falling on mine. Her head falls back, her eyes closed in ecstasy.
I run my hands up her body, cupping her breasts, my thumbs circling her nipples. She moans, her body moving faster, her hips grinding against mine. I can feel her body tensing again, her muscles fluttering around me.
I grip her hips tighter, my fingers digging into her soft flesh. I meet her thrusts with my own, our bodies moving together in a dance as old as time. Her eyes meet mine, her lips parted in a gasp. I can see the pleasure building in her, the flush spreading across her skin.
"Noah," she breathes, her body clenching around me. "Oh god, Noah."
I can't hold back anymore. I thrust up into her, my body tensing as my own orgasm crashes over me. I come hard, her name on my lips, my body shaking with the force of it. Her body milks me, her own orgasm prolonging mine.