Page 27 of One Killer Night
Noah closes the distance, snaking out his hand and removing mine from my waistband gently. His words feel less so.
“Uh-uh. Get off. That’s for me.”
His fingertips tickle my skin slowly before he curls them just inside the top of my jeans, jerking me forward. I gasp, then smile, biting my bottom lip as he tugs me closer with a hiss sucked in between his teeth, his eyes landing on the swells of my breasts. They’re still half hidden by black lace. I’m mesmerized by his tongue, staring as it darts out, swiping the most seductive path across his bottom lip before he draws it between his teeth and lets it glide out slowly.
The room suddenly feels quieter, the desperation we felt earlier replaced with his intention: Noah wants to savor this.
His voice lowers to that quiet, sexy baritone I’ve come to wish for when we’re on FaceTime late at night.
“I haven’t slept with anyone in over six months. I’m good to go. Ask and I’ll show you the results.”
“Okay ... yeah, no. Me either ... or me too ...” All my words are jumbled and impossibly affected by him, so I giggle before correcting myself. “What I mean is that I’m good to go too. And I haven’t slept with anyone in forever.”
The top button of my jeans pops, making my shoulders tense in surprise before goose bumps bloom over my soft tummy. Noah’s staring down at me, the ghost of a smirk on his face as his fingers pinch the zipper. And then, almost sadistically, he slowly lowers it.
The rip of the metal fills the space, crackling like the energy dancing between us.
“Are you on the pill?”
I never thought in a million years that someone could make those particular five words sound so inviting and sexy. Words won’t come out of my mouth because my pulse is pounding everywhere. And I mean everywhere.
Noah’s hands lift from the front of my jeans to my hips, his palms sliding over my skin before he tucks his fingers inside my jeans, guiding them off my body. His eyes never leave mine as he does it.
My chest rises and falls quickly as he dips his middle fingers under my thong, dragging those down too.
“Goldie . . .”
The way he pauses after my name makes me close my eyes so I can concentrate on every sexy syllable about to come out next.
“Killer, if you let me, I’d like to die inside you tonight. Bare. Because all I can think about is how I want your cum all over my cock.” He kisses my mouth just as I feel the air hit my exposed center. My eyes spring open, fixed to his as he fucks me with only words. “Would you like that, baby? My bare cock inside your cunt?”
My eyes follow him, watching as he lowers himself to the floor along with my clothes, kneeling in front of me. He lifts his chin to look at me, and it’s so striking in the moonlit room that there’s only one answer to give.
“So much yes ...” I swallow. “And yeah, I’m on the pill.”
My eyes flutter back as I feel the warmth of his breath tickling, then cooling the wetness shining over the soft tuft of hair on my pussy.
“Fuck, that’s sexy,” he whispers.
Noah’s face plunges forward as he palms my round ass, running his tongue over my clit like we’re sharing a kiss. I suck in a harsh breath, instinctually gripping his hair and holding his head as I’m gorgeously assaulted. My stomach contracts as he eats me, forcing me to hunch over a little, unable to control myself.
“Oh god. Fuck.”
He switches to kissing me gently, growling as he does, his tongue laving over my clit and around it, devouring the evidence of my lust. Holy hell, this man knows how to eat. It’s like he’s sharing what he does to my mouth with my pussy.
Noah doesn’t just want to fuck me. He wants to leave his mark in every way.
And it’s working. The bar has been reset.
“Noah, I don’t think I can take it. It’s too much,” I pant, my legs barely able to keep me up.
He hums, enjoying me, making me buckle. But instead of falling, I’m held up as his arm wraps around my hips, keeping me in place. He swirls pressured figure eights, manipulating and flicking my swelling clit before sucking, then letting it go with a pop as he tears his face away to stare up at me.
I shudder, mid-groan, and my hands fall to his cheeks as broken heaves of breath leave my lungs.
“You’re too good at that.”
“Not my fault you taste so fucking good on my tongue.”
