Chapter 32
Paisley
H is soft silky sheets envelop me like a warm cocoon. I’m waiting for Noah to get home after his donor dinner, my stomach churning uncomfortably. The guilt of sneaking around since Monday is catching up with me. I love Noah, and I want to be with him more than anything, but I don’t want to let Beckett down, and since he asked me to stay away from Noah until the campaign is over, every time I see him I feel so guilty. I tell myself today’s the day I talk to him. The day that I let him know I can’t see him again until after the election. But I just can’t bring myself to do it. It’s taken so long for us to find our way back to each other. I don’t want to walk away from him, even if it’s only for a month. Honestly, I never want to leave his side again. And I know that makes me an awful person because Beckett’s been so good to me. I owe my shop to him. Not only that, but he was there for me when I was falling apart over my father. He’s a decent person, and he deserves so much better.
The front door opens, and I make out the echo of Noah’s footsteps climbing the stairs two at a time. Apprehensive butterflies take flight throughout my body. Then he’s there in the doorway, his gorgeous face illuminated by the bedside lamp. I lick my lips, so ready to taste him.
“You’re lucky you’re already here. I was prepared to drag you back here tonight over my shoulder if you weren’t,” he says, a dark edge to his voice. He looks out of sorts. His tie’s already hanging from his pocket, and the first few buttons of his shirt are undone. Kicking off his shoes, then removing his suit jacket, he stalks toward his bed.
“Are you okay?” I ask, cautiously wondering what happened tonight.
“I fucking am now,” he says, ripping the comforter off me, a wicked smile painting his lips. Oh God, this man. This is why I can’t leave him; he looks at me like I’m the answer to all his dirty prayers. And I want to be. He’s the answer to all of mine.
I spread my legs for him, showing him how wet my bare pussy is. “I was ready to start without you,” I tease, enjoying the hungry look in his eyes as he eats me up.
The rest of his suit is gone in a matter of seconds, and he is on me, pinning my arms above my head. “You have no idea how delicious you look, naked in my sheets.” His mouth meets mine, melting me into a puddle. The stubble of his face scratches my skin, but I don’t care. I kiss him with just as much desperation. He tastes of bourbon and smells of Dior Sauvage, the aftershave he’s been wearing for years. My eyes close, enjoying him invading all of my senses. I want him to leave his mark on me in every way tonight.
“Noah, I need you to fuck me hard and bare. I want to feel you.” I stare back at him. He knows this is a lot for me, but I want it. I need it. I need him to know I’m right there with him, so deep in this crazy love that we share for each other.
He pulls back from me. “You, Paisley baby, are pure perfection.” His hand runs down my body over my breasts then over my stomach, leaving a trail of gooseflesh in their wake. My nipples form stiff peaks, begging to be touched, and right on cue, he toys with them, sending tingles of pleasure right down to my throbbing pussy. He takes one in his mouth, sucking roughly as he continues to deliciously twist the other. His tongue flicks over the metal ring.
A breathy moan escapes me. “Yes,” I tell him, wanting more.
His other hand slips between my legs, finding my sensitive spot, and he runs delicate circles around my clit. My back arches off his bed, needing more. His other hand comes to my stomach, holding me in place, then he kisses me roughly down my front, shoving my legs apart greedily. “All night I was thinking about tasting you.” He studies me, one hand still playing with my clit.
“I’m so close already,” I whimper, my body trembling with anticipation.
His hooded eyes meet mine. “Hold it. I want you to cum on my cock.” He licks his lips then buries his head between my legs, stroking his tongue through my folds.
Shivers run over me. His hands grip my thighs wider, his fingertips digging into the fleshy part of my ass as he really eats me. “Noah. I can’t,” I warn him, so close to tipping over the edge.
He pulls back from me his glare, deathly serious. “Hold it.” He slaps my pussy like it’s been bad, but the sensation when I’m so heightened is so damn good. “Can you be a good girl and do as I say, Pasiley?” he asks, his voice holding a dark edge to it.
I lick my lips; they are suddenly so dry. “Yes,” I whisper, hoping I can.
His mouth is back on me, more delicately this time, sucking in a way that makes my insides melt. My eyes roll closed, and I rock my hips into his mouth, needing more friction. But he keeps the pace slow and controlled. His tongue thrusts into my opening, and the tingles start running through me all over again, my orgasm building. This feels too good. “Noah,” I warn him, and he backs off right away.
He slaps my pussy again, and I have no idea why, but it feels so damn good.
“Oh God,” I cry. My hands tremble. I’m so close I can’t think straight. “If you want me to cum on your cock, you need to fuck me now.”
He chuckles, and the vibration of his mouth still on me goes right through me. Then his lips are gone and he’s climbing over me. I find his cock, stroking him back and forth greedily. He’s impossibly hard, and I need him inside of me. He lifts my legs, holding them closed in one hand. Then he lines himself up and shoves inside me.
“Oh fuck,” I cry, the air knocked out of me as he fills me with his massive, bare cock.
“Paisley, you feel so fucking good.” He stares right into my eyes, and I know this is different for both of us. This is real. It has been since the elevator.
He moves so I’m on top of him. “Ride me, baby.”
I rock my hips as his hands come to my breasts and toy with my raw nipples. Pleasure ripples over me, and I can’t hold on any longer. My pussy convulses around his cock, and I move faster, riding him into a euphoric haze where our bodies are one. He grabs my hips and thrusts into me. I go weak and collapse over him, but he doesn’t stop. My orgasm continuous, waves of pleasure wracking through me, over and over again. I feel him jerk forward one last time, and then he fills me with his own release.
He presses his forehead to mine, breathing me in. I feel so close to him like this. When he moves away, he goes to his dresser top drawer and pulls out a jewelry box, moving back to the bed. “I love you, Paisley.” The words slip from his lips, then he kisses me, sweet and passionate, such a contrast to the way we fucked like animals. When he pulls back, the box is in my hands.
“What is this?”
“Something I got for you. You mean everything to me, Paisley. The time we spent apart was the worst of my life, and I know you’re not ready for a huge commitment like marriage yet, but this is just a little something until you are.”
I pop open the velvet box, and the most exquisite gold charm bracelet stares back at me, a heart charm dangling from one side.
I grin back at him, happier than I have been in so long. “I love you too, Noah.” I do, I love him with everything I have. And that’s why I know walking away from him even for a month will crush him. It will crush me, and I already know I can’t do it, no matter how good Beckett has been to me. Sneaking around in this town is dangerous, and I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before we get caught, but he’s worth the risk.