Page 30 of Seven Night Stopover

Keeping her gaze trapped, he slowly lifted her top over her head. “Keep your hands up.”

Both hands braced on her back now, he lowered his gaze. His eyes widened ever so slightly and he swallowed. “No bra.” He looked back up. “Why?”

She fought not to squirm under the heated force of his regard. “Don’t need one. My breasts are too small…”

“Your breasts are fucking perfect.”

He started to lean forward, his mouth parting. Her nipples puckered, anticipation straining every nerve in her body.

At the last moment, he froze. Leia almost groaned in pain, but another fiercer anxiety washed over her as he tilted his head to the left side of her body. Her skin burned when his eyes zeroed in on the single line of writing marring her ribcage.

Heart racing, she watched his fingers slowly drift over the tattoo. He read the words, absorbed them. Then he looked up at her. The question in his eyes was unmistakable.

She shook her head, pleading silently with him not to ruin the moment.

“Vocalize,” he rasped, his voice low and thick with questions.

She swallowed around the lump in her throat. “Don’t ask me. Please, Noah. Not right now.”

His gaze went back to the words. His fingers hadn’t stopped tracing them.

From a broken acorn…

Gripping her waist tight with his left hand, he tilted her sideways.

When she realized his intent, her heart slammed wildly against her ribs. “No.”

“Yes.”

He kissed her there, right where the words were etched into her skin. His hot mouth anointed the words, before his tongue traced each letter.

When he was done, he trailed his mouth upward, toward his initial goal.

A different emotion slammed into her, every breath craving the impending contact.

His mouth closed over a nipple and she cried out. Shivers of delight coursed through her as his mouth worried the nerve-sensitized bud. He suckled. He grazed, then caught it between his teeth, groaning deep when her whole body convulsed in helpless reaction. She didn’t realize her hips were grinding into his erection until hard hands gripped her waist, forcing her down further onto the thick cock outlined bold and heavy through his slacks.

He turned his attention to the other nipple, and liquid heat dampened her panties. Raging need pooled between her legs, her clit swelling and rubbing urgently against the seam of her pants with each pump of her hips.

“Holy fuck. You’re so goddamn hot.”

He flicked open the button on her leather pants and pulled down the zipper.

Keeping his eyes on hers, he slid his fingers into her panties and grazed her clit with his middle finger.

She jerked, her mouth dropping open to suck in precious air.

“You like that?”

“Hmmm.” His finger stilled. Compelling blue eyes probed hers until she found her voice. “Yes, I like that.”

He moved the digit. Toyed with her nerve-engorged flesh.

Leia experienced the melting from her core outward. Molten and all encompassing, pleasure drowned her from that simple touch of his finger on her clit.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she rocked her hips in time to the sensual drumbeat.

“What else do you like, Leia Michaels?” he crooned against her skin, the rough stubble of his jaw creating delicious friction between her breasts.

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