Page 57 of Seven Night Stopover

His hand jerked and he swallowed hard. “Are you fucking with me, baby? Because if you are you might want to think about this—for every minute you delay in doing what I ask, you get to wait another half hour to feel my cock pounding that tight little cunt.”

“What? That not fair!” she yelled.

“Then move your ass,” he sizzled back, his voice deeper. She noticed he’d pinched the base of his cock hard and his jaw was clenched, holding back the power of his arousal.

She wanted to shout some more, demand he put them both out of their misery. But she was terrified of the payback.

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Forcing herself to move, Leia rushed into the bedroom and yanked open the closet where she’d moved her things on returning to the plane.

It would take at least a half hour to present all ten pieces—if she was quick. Thirty minutes to keep the ever-expanding pressure between her legs from exploding and turning her into a gibbering wreck. Oh, who was she kidding?

She was one self-pleasuring touch away from coming on the bedroom floor. Only the knowledge of how much more powerful and intense Noah could make the experience stopped her from fingering herself back to sanity right there in the closet.

Fingers shaking, she plucked the first item from the hanger. The powder-blue silk teddy brushed her skin as she slipped it over her head. From the outside it looked like an ordinary teddy, but the special lining running down the insides of the garment immediately reacted to her skin’s temperature.

She walked into the living room and her eyes zeroed in on Noah. He was in the exact position she’d left him minutes ago except for the glass of whiskey balanced on his thigh.

He twirled a finger. “Turn.”

She dragged her eyes from his cock and pirouetted, loving the sexy feel of the material on her body.

“I can’t see the tech on this one.”

“It’s… inside.”

His gaze slid over her, lingering at her breasts then down to her feet and back up to stop at her stiff, peaked nipples. “You’re covered in goosebumps. Are you cold?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“The technology on this garment is slightly different from the other one.”

His eyebrows rose. “How?”

“When the bra cups come into contact with my skin, they caress my breasts in hot and cold waves.”

“You mean right now you’re getting stimulated each time you move?”

The amazement in his voice made her smile, despite the growing ball of need between her legs. “Yes, I thought just because I’m not adequately endowed in some places doesn’t mean I can’t have fun with what I wear.”

“Anyone who sees you and doesn’t think you’re a knockout better not say it to my face because they’ll eat my fist. Now, come here.”

Smiling, she walked forward till she stood between his legs again. Setting his glass on the arm of the sofa, he reached up and cupped her breast, testing the fabric. “Fuck. This is incredible.” He squeezed her nipple hard. When she shuddered, he released her. “You’re a sexy and clever little thing, aren’t you?”

Her smile stretched, her insides melting at his praise.

He released her, sat back and slid his fingers down to cup his balls. “Next one.”

Leia hurried away, the fear that she was at breaking point hammering through her. She’d never come without physicalstimulus before. But she was pretty damn sure that watching Noah stroke himself like that for much longer would set her off.

Tugging the teddy over her head, she flung it into the closet and grabbed the next item—a cream thonged unitard that could be worn as an undergarment or with a skirt or pants. She’d barely pulled it on before her clit swelled to almost twice its size. Heat creeping into her face, she went back out.

Noah noticed immediately. “You’re walking differently.”

“It’s the thong. It sends tiny electrical pulses to my clit.” A tremble rolled over her body and she moaned.

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