Page 73 of Seven Night Stopover

Toeing off his shoes, he undressed and entered the bathroom.

She stood between the powerful shower jets, her body coated in fluffy suds and scented steam.

The knot she’d secured her hair into started to slip. She leaned back to fix it. He slid his hands under her arms and cupped her breasts.

Lust-heavy grey eyes met his, and her lips parted. “Hi,” she murmured.

Holy hell, she was stunning. “Hi.”

“Everything okay?”

“No. Most definitely not.” He couldn’t stop the acid bite of his response.

She leaned back further, laid her head on his shoulder and trailed her mouth over his jaw. “Distraction?”

“God, yes.” He plucked at her nipples until they peaked under his touch. When she curved her arms around his neck, granting him unfettered access to her body, his mood improved greatly. He squeezed and teased, pinched and bit, drowning in her whimpers and shuddering exhales. He wanted to absorb everything she was, lose himself in her and forget the bullshit waiting for his return.

“You’re incredible, Leia. Your generosity slays me.”

“I want to give you more.” She jerked and flexed her hips when his fingers slid between her legs.

He increased the pressure. “Why?”

Her breath caught. “Because… you’ve shown me that sex can be ugly and beautiful at the same time,” she whispered. “That I don’t have to be ashamed to give in to the hunger. I want to satisfy yours whichever way I can.”

He kissed her neck and used his teeth on her shoulder. Raising his head, he watched her skin turn red. Satisfaction spiked through him, pushed him further. He caught her clit between his fingers and squeezed. She cried out and her knees buckled.

“I’m greedy and I’m insatiable. I’ll take everything you have to give, and I’ll demand more. What will you do then?”

She twisted and faced him. Then slowly sank down to kneel before him.

“Leia?” he croaked.

Wide grey eyes stared up at him, then dropped to his stiff cock. The flash of innocence and determination fired up hisblood. He angled the showerheads toward her lower body so he could see her face properly and caught her chin in his hand.

She looked up again and slowly circled her lips with her tongue. “I’ll learn ways to give you more. Teach me, Noah.”

God.

“Put your hands on my thighs.”

She obeyed immediately, her nails lightly grazing his skin. He shuddered and eyed the bench a few feet away. If this went the way he intended it to go, he’d lose his mind and possibly the power of his legs before this was over. But right then, shifting even an inch from where he stood felt impossible. So he planted his feet more firmly. “Open your mouth. Wider. Eyes on me.”

He slid in slowly, giving her time to get used to his thickness. Her mouth started to close over his head, the warm suction tugging at him. “No, don’t suck. Not yet. I want to feel that stud.”

She opened again. He pushed in further, scraping against her teeth and sliding over her tongue. Her jaw lowered as she struggled to accommodate him. He pulled out just before he hit the back of her throat, savoring the moment, torturing himself. He fucked her mouth, groaning each time his cock emerged glistening with her saliva. After a few strokes, she began to curve her tongue around him, applying subtle pressure to the underside of his shaft.

Fast learner.

“Do you want to suck me off, sweetheart?”

“Hmm,” she mumbled, her eyes affirming her answer.

“You have my permission,” he said.

Her mouth closed over him in a greedy gulp, pulling him as deep as she could take. She barely reached halfway. “You need to flatten your tongue, baby. I need to be deeper inside you.” He pushed in another inch, scraped his cock over her diamond stud, and stars exploded across his vision.

Fuck.

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