Page 76 of Before We Fell

“You’re not undressing,” he said, reaching for me. He grabbed my hand and tugged me to the end of the bed.

“You’re not getting condoms.”

“New plan.” At my arched brows, he continued. “You stay right where you are while I get them. I want the show of watching you strip when I return.”

“And you?”

“Then you’ll do the same to me.”

I pressed my thighs together at the thought.

He hurried out of the room then and it wasn’t long before he came back, both of our suitcases in his hand. He dropped mine on the floor unceremoniously, then his. He unzipped the bag, grabbed his grooming kit and came back to the bed, meeting me at the end.

He tossed a strip of condoms onto the bed next to me and they landed by my hand. I picked them up and shook them. “How many did you think we’d need?”

“I’ll use as many as it takes to fuck all this sass out of you. Now strip for me.” He stepped back and crossed his arms over his chest.

I bent down, lifting a foot to undo my heels first. “Leave the shoes on.”

“Geez, bossy bossy,” I muttered, smirking at him. Still, the promise lingering in the depth of his voice was too much to ignore. I stood on shaking legs, reaching to the side and undid the zipper. I pulled it down slowly, revealing a slim cut of my side and hip.

Freaking hot as hell. That’s what I thought as Noah’s eyes were glued to my movements. His brows furrowed, and he stood in front of me like a sentry. Bound and determined to win a battle.

Thank goodness the battle was me.

Too bad for him it’d be an easy victory.

I lifted the dress slowly, revealing my thighs, my thong, and my abs that he’d already seen before tugging it off and dropping it to the floor. My hands went to my back, unclasping my bra, difficult to do with the heaving in my chest. He stared at me like I was his next courtroom victim. Intense didn’t begin to describe what was radiating from him, and he didn’t move a single muscle except for a twitch in his cheek as my bra fell to the floor.

My hands went to my breasts, cupping them, offering them to him. My nipples were already hardened, aching, and as my thumbs rolled over them, a whimper escaped my throat.

“Shit,” he clipped harshly, softly. As if speaking too loud would ruin the eroticism of this moment. I’d never considered myself sexy. Sweet, yes. Kind. Decent-looking, generous, tender. I was all of those things.

But never in my entire life did I think I’d be putting on a sex strip show for the most mercurial man I’d ever met, knowing by his look he wanted to drop to his knees and thank God for me.

For me.

It was powerful. Heady. And my ankles trembled more dangerously on my heels as the realization washed over me.

I did that to Noah.

It spurred me on, and my fingers went to my thong. My thumbs hooked inside the delicate fabric as I pushed them down my thighs. The lace scratched my legs as they fell to the floor and then I was in front of him, nothing but my bare body, hands out reaching for him.

“Your turn,” I whispered. My body shook with anticipation, increasing with the small steps he took to me and then my hands were at his shirt, tugging it out of his pants.

Shaking while I undid his buttons and pushed it down his arms. And then at his pants, tugging on the button.

Pulling down the zipper. He stood still, like the most perfectly carved old world statue ever created until I shoved down his pants and he stepped out of them, wrapping an arm around my back and guiding me back to the bed.

My knees hit and I locked them, needing to see all of him.

“Please let me.” I was already pushing down his briefs, my lips parted with wonder as I revealed his length to me.

Gorgeous, as hard as the rest of his body, equally impressive. My mouth watered and I wrapped my hands around him, learning his size, the feel of him, what he liked.

I wanted my mouth on him.

“Shit,” he muttered and stilled my hand. “You need to stop. It’s been awhile.”

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