Page 17 of Seven Night Stopover

Another blush threatened, but she forced it away through sheer strength of will. She was done blushing in front of this man. Her stupid blushes had nearly made him walk away. The recollection hollowed out her stomach, the way it had ten minutes ago when she feared he would.

His finger traced her lower lip and brought her attention back to him. He watched her with such intensity, his gaze compelling her as his finger slipped into her mouth. The soft pad caressed her lower front teeth as if testing their sharpness. He reached her left incisor and pressed down.

Leia squirmed. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing you’re not enjoying.”

She shook her head, but the feeling of his finger lazily exploring her mouth was like nothing she’d felt before.

“You want me to stop?”

She moaned.

“Words, baby. Use words.” He pressed again, and she saw his pupils dilate. “Tell me what you’re thinking. Do you like what I’m doing?”

Such a simple thing, nowhere near indecent or decadent. And yet, it felt so erotic, her pussy clenched and unclenched with sharp, hungry need.

“Yes.”

He smiled and removed his finger, but not before he circled her lips with its wet tip. “The first rule is vocalization. Whatever you’re feeling, you say it. I don’t want to have to guess what’s going on in your head. Agreed?”

She nodded jerkily. “Agreed.”

He rose and held out his hand. About to let him help her up, she stopped as a movement caught her eye.

The couple had finished and were decently dressed again. They came toward them, and Leia caught the look of complete satiation on the guy’s face. The woman’s smile held a smug satisfaction at having pleased her man. Her eyes met Leia’s, and her smile widened.

Leia looked away, unsure how to respond to the blatant sexual satisfaction she’d witnessed.

Noah grasped her fingers hard and pulled her to her feet. The movement threw her against his hard body. “Rule number two. Don’t get hung up with what other people are doing.”

“I was just…”

His fingers caressed her cheek. “It’s very easy to get distracted in a place like this. I’ll try hard not to be a complete asshole when I catch you staring at another guy or another couple having a good time, but I want your undivided attention. I’ll give you mine in return. Completely. Does that work for you?”

“I… Yes.” Her heart banged against her ribs, reminding her forcefully that she’d strayed a galaxy out of her comfort zone.

He stared down at her, a slightly concerned look on his face. “It this getting overwhelming for you?”

“A little.”

He lowered his head and kissed the side of her mouth. His lips drifted along her cheek to her jaw, then trailed down to her neck. “It’s your fault. You bit me, baby. Now I belong to you.”

Her laughter emerged like a husky croak. She allowed her hand to caress his shoulder, reacquaint herself with the hard muscle beneath his shirt. The thought that this breathtakingly gorgeous man belonged to her for the next seven days sent a shiver of delight and danger through her. “I think you needto brush up on your vampire movies. That’s not quite how it works.”

“I make my own rules.”

She didn’t doubt it. He carried an aura of power and control that anyone would be a fool to dismiss. His alpha-ness blasted from him in huge waves that threatened to drown her.

She breathed him in, his potent scent almost an aphrodisiac all on its own. When she leaned even closer, rising up to brush her lips against his throat, his head tilted to one side. The invitation was too tempting to resist.

The first brush of her lips against his throat brought a groan from him. His arm clamped around her waist, bringing her flush against him one more time.

This time, his hand didn’t stop on her waistband. It drifted to her ass, molding her flesh before using the firm hold to tug her hard against him.

Leia ground her hips into him, desperate to feel his thick powerful length nudge her belly.

“You’re dying to be fucked. Aren’t you?” he crooned in her ear.

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