Page 85 of Off Her Game
He chuckled low. Exactly what he’d been waiting to hear. Her fingernails dug into his forearms as he slowly parted her. She tossed her head back, taking all of him until he was deep within her.
“Tori,” he breathed against her neck. He kissed her deep and desperate…real. “Have you thought about this as much as I have?”
As slowly as he entered he began to withdraw. The sensitive flesh he’d fought to get in now fought him to get out. Her only reply was a series of tiny whimpers.
“Have you?” He pressed inside her again.
She moaned. “God, yes.”
“Me too.” He cupped her ass with his hands and encouraged her to wrap her legs around him. “Hang on to me, dragonfly.” He filled her hard and fast again and again.
He tamped down his beckoning release, coaxed her closer to detonation with each clench of her inner muscles. Noah focused on her. Head thrown back, eyes closed, giving herself over to pleasure. Her throaty cries pushed him close to the edge. Then her body quivered and clamped down as he ushered her into an orgasm. His muscles stiffened with force of his need to come. He groaned as she contracted around him but focused on not giving in to that release. With gentle movements he pulled away from her to let her recover.
Her mushy mind registered him carrying her to…had she waved toward her bedroom? God, it’d be embarrassing to end up in one of her roommates’ beds. He grinned down at her.
“Did that take the edge off?”
“Mm-hmm.”
He laced his hands through hers and pinned her to the mattress, easing down to lick a path to her breasts. She expected him to tease, but thank God he didn’t. He took a nipple into his mouth and rolled and sucked. He released her hands and caressed his way to the area between her folds, but she slammed her thighs together against the too sensitive nature of the touch.
“Open for me,” he coaxed. He slowly guided himself back into her and leaned down for a deep kiss. “You okay?”
“Don’t stop.”
He let go, unleashing his strength. She was more than ready, locking her ankles behind his back and hanging on again, letting him exorcise all his frustrations. Then he rolled over so she was on top and stopped.
She traced a finger through the moisture on his chest. His body was a beautiful study of sculpted planes. She squeezed her internal muscles and grinned at his blissed-out groan.
“Damn, Tori.”
“You want me to go easy on you?” She rolled her hips and his voice trailed off in a growl.
“No.” His hands traced her hips and then up her back.
She threw back her head and laughed, starting a fast, deep pace. His angle hit all the right places. She gasped his name as her climax crested. Usually her first was the most intense but this one worked up her spine and clamped all her muscles until her world exploded and her body closed around him.
He pushed upward and deep for several long strokes until he shuddered. She scored his sides as he came. Based on the way he shivered, he liked it. Then she collapsed onto his chest. “I don’t think I can move. That was so good,” she said. “Tell me if I’m too heavy.”
“You’re good right there. Don’t move.” He stroked mesmerizing circles on her back.
Her cell phone rang—her sister’s ringtone. Perfect way to shatter a moment. She stared at the cell on the end table across the bed, unwilling to move. Its ringing finally ended.
“Did you need to get that?” He stared at the phone as the electronic song began again.
“Probably. It’s Emma.” She stared at it until it went silent. Then her phoned dinged with an incoming text. She rolled, eliciting a subtle complaint from him. “Guess I better see what’s up.”
The text from Emma read:On my way up to your place.
“Oh, crap.” She jumped off the bed.
“What?” He sat up.
“Emma’s on her way up. Now.” She scrambled to find her clothes. In the process, she threw his clothes at him as she found the pieces. When his only movement was to prop himself upright on an elbow she yelled, “Get dressed. You have to go.”
“Does your sister normally barge in at all hours?”
“We’re close. I almost got killed in an FBI sting operation. If it’d been her out there tonight, then I’d be barging into her place.” She yanked on her panties and a pair of yoga pants. Where was her sweatshirt?
