Page 33 of Beauty
It’s just a vacation fling. Nothing more. I can totally do this. I can be chill and detached about this hot man who’s given me the best orgasm of my life and plans to continue until I can’t walk. Totally. We’re not going to fall for the vacation fling, Sienna. Even if he wears hot glasses and he’s got tattoos and his dirty talk could be categorized as its own language…Okay fine, I’m totally fucked.
As if he can read every one of my thoughts, he smirks. Then, without warning, he tugs on my towel. I’ve got no choice but to fall into his chest. If I don’t, he’ll take the towel right from my body.
“Would you prefer it if I pretend I don’t plan to sleep here for the next two nights?” His mouth kicks up on one side. “I can fake it for a bit, prepare to do the walk of shame. But if I do that, then you’ll have to beg me to stay later.”
With an eye roll, I drape my arms around his neck. “I’m no good at begging.”
Noah leans down, his lips ghosting against mine, sending a thrill through me. “I’ll teach you how to beg, sweet cheeks. Don’t you worry.”
“Says the man who came in his shorts.” I force a scoff, pretending I’m unaffected by his charm when, in fact, my pussy is already fluttering like the hussy she is. She and I would both willingly pant on the floor for this man. He won’t need to teach me to beg.
“And I loved every second of it,” he rasps against my lips. “I’m going to shower.” He presses his mouth to mine in asurprisingly sweet kiss. “Put on a robe, nothing under it. I want easy access while we eat.”
I huff a breath. “Now you’re dictating what I wear?” That’s the one thing in my life I’ve always had full control over. It goes against my instincts to give that up. Yet the idea of him slipping his fingers inside me at any given moment is tempting.
Noah tilts his head and sucks on the skin below my ear, then kisses that same spot. “Only if you want me to.”
“Hmm?” It’s a question, but it escapes sounding like a moan.
“I want to try something with you.” He tugs on the towel, his mouth raining kisses down my neck and across my clavicle. When he pulls the terry cloth away from my body, he bends slightly and sucks my nipple into his mouth.
“What kind of something?” The words are surprisingly clear for the state I’m in. I’m completely naked, and he’s slowly unraveling me with soft kisses everywhere.
His hand ghosts over my abdomen, then as he takes my mouth again, he thrusts a finger inside me. All the air escapes my lungs, leaving my body with a moan. The instant my mouth drops open, he licks and sucks at my tongue.
Knees wobbling, I manage to pop up on my toes and wrap my arms around him, practically clawing at his body, needing more.
“Shh,” he murmurs against my mouth. “Let me watch you come first.” He adds a second finger and sets a rhythm, dangerous in his pursuit of my pleasure. “Fuck, I love it so much.”
My vision goes hazy. How is it possible he knows exactly the type of ministrations it takes to get me to the edge? Within seconds, I’m there, and when he grinds his thumb against my clit without slowing, then curls against the inside wall, finding a spot no one has ever touched and adding pressure, I lose all control. An explosion rocks through my body. My limbs go weak, but he lifts me off the ground with one arm, his fingers still playing, andcarries me to the bed. With another kiss to my lips, he settles me there, leaning over me with the most relaxed smile on his face.
“That’s my girl. Look at how pretty you are, flushed pink because of me. You’re glowing.”
My lips tingle, the feel of his kisses still haunting me, as I struggle to keep my eyes open. “What did you do to me?” I murmur. And can he do it again?
“I ruined you, butterfly, and I intend to do it again and again and again.”
A sigh escapes me. He’s right. It’s only been an hour since we walked into my villa, and already I crave him like a drug.
With a wink, he presses one more kiss to my mouth. Gently, he slides his fingers out of my pussy, causing aftershocks that make my core spasm, and brings them to his mouth. As he sucks them clean, my stomach swoops. And the raw hunger in his eyes as he fixes his focus on the space between my thighs sends a shudder through me. He’s starved. If the heat in his eyes is any indication, he wants to lick me dry.
Instead, he pulls the covers up to my shoulders and insists I close my eyes for a few minutes. A moment after he disappears into the bathroom, the water kicks on, and within seconds, the soft sound lulls me to sleep.
I wake to murmured voices, then the clang of metal. As I force my heavy eyelids open, I spot Noah rolling a cart toward the deck, the silver platters on top of it glinting in the sunlight. On cue, my stomach rumbles. It hits me then that I haven’t eatenyet today, and based on the brightness of the room, it’s got to be afternoon.
Noah appears again a moment later, the curtains billowing around him. He’s wearing his robe again, but his hair is damp and his face is dewy. And he’s wearing his glasses. Holy fuck, is he hot in those glasses. Their black rims brighten the blue of his irises, making it impossible to look away.
“How long was I out?”
His lips tip up on one side. “Only about twenty minutes.”
I yawn. Felt like longer. “You seem to have sent me into a comatose state.” I hold out my arms, beckoning him.
He’s there a heartbeat later, hovering over me. My pulse picks up at his proximity, my body coming alive, ready for another round. But rather than join me in bed, he pulls the sheet back and scoops me up.
“Hey,” I practically whine. Damn him for dashing the fantasies I’ve conjured in a matter of seconds.
Wearing a cocky smile, he snags the second robe from the end of the bed and heads for the deck. “You need to eat.”
