Page 53 of Off Her Game
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Tori’s only anchor was to cling to Noah’s shoulders, intoxicated by his taste. She slid her fingers up his neck into his hair.
“We shouldn’t do this. You’ll end up blaming me when this goes south,” she mumbled as she ran her hand down his back.
“We don’t know that.” He kissed along her collarbone and gently nipped.
She jerked back with a groan.
He whispered, “Whatever we have isn’t something I’ve ever felt before. Call it chemistry or whatever, but what’s going on now didn’t start today. Those jeans you wore today… Admit you chose them so I’d stare at your ass. Every time you moved I imagined the dragon on the inside of your thigh and got hard.”
Air whooshed out of her lungs. To know she’d turned him on that much made her feel ridiculously sexy. It made her bolder and crazy for more.
He stopped kissing her. “If your no is real, tell me now. I’ll stop.”
“Don’t. Please, don’t stop.”
“I want to see all your tattoos, dragonfly. I want to make you come for every tattoo you’ve got.”
She gripped the fabric of his shirt in her fist and tugged him down, over her on the sofa. He opened at the first touch of her lips against his. She slid her tongue into his mouth and kissed him deep. Everything else faded away. Worry about the FBI, Symphis, escaping the Stadium faded. All that mattered was this. All she needed was him.
He changed the angle of the kiss, licked into her mouth with long, deep strokes and moved his hands down her sides.
“Undress,” she ordered, pulling away.
His eyes widened as she shimmied out of the borrowed shirt. He remained frozen, staring at her skin, or maybe it was her underwear. Good for her on wearing a matched set, not that she’d counted on getting naked with him today.
She smiled and fiddled with the fastening on his jeans. “Yeah, you earned a chance at the full visual. But…” She reached for his pants. “These off first. Fair warning, I suck at the button openings on pants. Wouldn’t want to, uh, damage anything.”
He brushed her hands away and undid the jeans himself, sliding them over his hips and off.
She lifted his shirt to put her hands on his abs. “Oh my…that’s sexy.”
He glanced down her body to her thighs. “I want to see it.”
She slowly smiled. “You promise to make me scream in pleasure, huh?”
He scooped her off her feet and put her beneath him, bracketing her with his arms to lean over her. “You will be.”
“God, I hope so. I want to scream hard.”
Then his lips were back on hers. He slipped his hands down to her breasts. Her body went electric as he touched, teasing her through the fabric of the bra. He dragged his mouth from hers and gazed down, rubbing his thumbs over the tattoo above her breasts until she trembled.
“You are so beautiful. Smart, brave, and talented.” He nuzzled her bra-clad breasts, but moved south to the mini dragon tattoo encircling her bellybutton. His tongue swirled around it, and he nipped her gently over the area. Shockwaves of sensation scattered through her nerve endings.
She arched up with a groan. “Noah…”
His hands smoothed along her skin while he continued to stroke his tongue over the tattoo. All remnants of anxiety over the rights or wrongs of doing this disappeared. Her fingers tangled in his soft hair. He continued to suck and nip at her inked area while his hand slipped between her legs. A groan slipped out of her when he teased her slick folds. She spread her thighs, needing more of that agonizingly slow and gentle touch.
“Are you ready to scream for me yet, dragonfly?”
“I won’t…not that easy,” she admitted.
He chuckled as he kissed down her abdomen and arrived at the tattoo on her thigh. “Licking or blowing fire?”
“What does it look like to you?”
He kissed up the tattoo on the inside of her thigh and licked toward her core. “Not sure yet. I need a closer look.”
