Page 75 of Before We Fell

I kissed him again, sliding my lips along his. My tongue teased the harsh seam of his lips and my hands slid down his jaw to his neck and curled around his shoulders. He vibrated beneath my gentle but needy touch and I leaned closer, my chest pressed to his, searching, asking…pleading with him to give me this. This moment with us, this moment without distractions or waiting.

I’d known him less than two months. With desire coursing through my system, it felt like I’d needed him for so much longer.

His body trembled with the strength of a caged tiger, one that was done its confines, ready to break through. I was quaking on pins and needles, completely, one hundred percent ready for it.

“Lauren—” he hissed my name through the thin parting of his lips, and I took that moment to ignore him. To push us further, because it was so clear we both wanted it.

As soon as I teased the tip of his tongue with mine, that caged tiger broke out.

He pressed his weight into me, my heated flesh unfazed by the chilled glass at my back. He groaned into my mouth as he took over, opening his mouth. One of his hands shoved behind my head, braced between me and the glass and his kiss turned molten, demanding….

I gave in to everything he demanded of me without a sound except the harshness of his breath and the shake of his body, the heavy bulge pressed to the apex of my thighs.

A pressure hit my lower back and I was in the air, hands clinging to his dress shirt while he lifted me. My ankles crossed behind his back and my fingers dug into his short hair at the back of his head.

I kissed him back with the same fiery fervor in which he took control of my mouth and soon it was whimpers and groans…mine not his…as he carried us somewhere through the gorgeous, excessive suite.

“Shit,” he groaned, his fingers digging into my neck. “I want you so damn bad. But I really wanted to seduce you first.”

“Consider me seduced.” I panted at his mouth. “Dinner before round two.”

His laughed rumbled and rolled down my throat as he slammed his mouth against me.

My body was primed, eager to shed what little clothing I donned. He flicked on a light and I opened my eyes enough to vaguely take in the bedroom. Opulent chandelier above my head. Rich, dark wood desks that were more suited for an executive’s office and not a hotel room. I was bending backward and placed on the silkiest bed coverings I’d ever dreamed of touching.

I tugged at his shirt, quick to remove the buttons through shaking fingers as he continued crawling up the bed.

A thunk, followed by another soft one, told me he’d kicked off his shoes. I was still in his arms, being shoved to the head of the bed, stopping only when he let go of my neck to push a mountain of pillows off the bed.

And then he was there. My legs spreading to accommodate the width of his hips as he settled above me.

His arms were braced by my shoulders, one still shoved into my hair.

“Yes,” I mewled, hips already arching to run along the hidden length of him.

“Stay still,” he groaned back. One of his hands settled on my hip to still me as he continued bathing my body in his kisses. “And tell me where the damn zipper for this dress is.”

I laughed softly, abs contracting as his tongue circled my belly button. From moving me on the bed, my dress was wrapped and tangled just below my breasts, baring all the rest of me including my lacy black thong.

“Who cares,” I groaned. Through my dress, he bit my nipples, easily seen through my lacy bra and silk fabric. “The more important question is where’s the condom?”

He was in the middle of licking down to the seam of my thong when I asked the question. His eyes darted to me, frustration forcing out a growl from him. “Fuck.” His forehead settling on my underwear, his breath heating my already needy center. “Don’t move an inch. I’ll go get them.”

A bellhop had brought up our luggage as we’d reached the room and dropped everything right inside the door. Everything happened so quick, we hadn’t had time to unpack or move them into the room.

I sat up as he uncurled from my body, pushing off to the edge of the bed.

“I thought I told you not to move?” he asked, unashamedly adjusting his groin.

My eyes caught on that beautiful sight and stayed there.

He finished and snapped his fingers in my line of sight, then gestured for me to look up. As I did, he shook his head, smirking. “Thought I told you not to move.”

“Well, while you went to find the condoms, I was going to find my damn zipper.”

Whiskey brown eyes flashed in delight. “Good idea. When I get back, I want you naked. On the bed.”

Sir, yes sir.The sassy response stayed in my mind. But damn…I’d expected Noah to be in charge in the bedroom, a little bossy. I hadn’t realized it would turn me on so much.

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