Page 48 of Noah
“Because I’m going to tear your clothes off and fuck you against this wall, and I don’t want to break it. I bought it, so I know how expensive it was.”
I put the camera down on the table next to me without asking for further clarification. Honestly, I wouldn’t have been able to use my voice to ask. I was struck dumb by what he’d just said.
The moment the camera was out of my hands, he did exactly what he’d promised. He fisted two hands in my shirt and jerked, tearing the buttons right off and throwing it to the ground. And he didn’t stop there. His hands went to the buttons of my shorts and worked them quickly. Once they were undone, he let the shorts slide down my legs, the material rasping against exquisitely sensitive skin. I groaned, my back arching of its own according until only my shoulder blades and ass were pressed against the wall.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. This was a very bad, no good idea. And I’d never wanted anything so badly in my life.
He stepped back and looked me up and down once, and then again, admiring the view of me in my bra and panties. I flushed from my toes up to my hairline as his eyes raked over me. But I didn’t try to cover up.
“God damn, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, his fingers already sliding into the waistband of his boxers. He slipped them over his hips slowly, then over his cock, and down his legs.
And now it was my turn to stare at him. I hadn’t looked closely the first night we were together. I’d already been in bed and out of my mind by the time he got undressed. But now he was standing in front of me, his cock hard and ready and his body slick with sweat. Letting me stare.
Practically daring me to look at him.
And fucking hell, if I was beautiful, he was some sort of god.
The tattoos covered his arms and chest, a mirage of color and lines, and though they could have hidden the definition of his muscles, they didn’t. Every ab was defined, his pecs perfectly muscled, his biceps and triceps so cut that I wondered how it was human. My eyes traveled up his torso and then back down, ending in the V that led to his dick.
Also beautiful, I thought vaguely. Thick and ready for me, bobbing with the same need I felt at my core.
“Are you just going to stand there staring?” I finally asked, bringing my eyes back to his. “Because I was under the impression–”
He dove on me before I could finish, ravaging my mouth with his own while his hands went under my ass and lifted me up. My back slid up the wall with the action, and I wrapped my legs around him to try to keep my balance.
“Good girl,” he muttered against my mouth. “Hold me tight, sweetheart. This is going to be a bumpy ride.”
He slammed inside me before I was ready, burying himself to the hilt, and if I could have screamed, I would have. He didn’t give me time, though. I’d barely processed the fact that he was inside me before he was lifting me up and bringing me back down, pinning me against the wall and rocking his hips so hard, so fast, that he I didn’t have any space to breathe or think, beyond the instinctive realization that he was going to ride me until I came for him.
And fucking hell, was I going to come for him. He thrust into me again and again, hitting a spot that made me want to both laugh and cry at the same time, and my body responded in kind. I tilted my hips to take him even deeper, then cried out when he took it and went even farther.
God, I was going to come apart at the seams. I scratched his back, looking for purchase, and he growled in delight. That nearly did me in, but he buried his head in my neck and started talking.
“Don’t you dare come for me yet,” he grumbled. “I want us both finishing at the same time, and I’m not ready to be done with you yet.”
He didn’t realize what he was asking. My body clenched around him, on the verge of exploding, and I wasn’t going to be able to stop myself. I didn’t have any control over it, and the deeper he got, the closer I came to finished.
“I can’t...” I stuttered. “Noah, I can’t...”
“Don’t. Do. It,” he responded, punctuating each word with another thrust.
My body erupted, and I didn’t try to stop it. I started to cry out his name but he stopped me with a kiss, his tongue sweeping into my mouth and swallowing my scream as my orgasm ripped through me, sending waves of pleasure to every inch of my body. I spasmed on him again and again, pulling him ever deeper inside me, and with a surprised roar, I felt him let go of himself. He spurted up inside me, growling and thrusting, and it sent me over the edge once again. I held onto him for dear life, not sure whether I could stand it if this ever stopped.
And not sure I could stand it if it didn’t.
When the aftershocks finally stopped and I was slumped against him, trying to remember which way was up, he chuckled softly against my neck.
“You,” he said quietly, “are not at all what I thought you were?”
I leaned back so I could look at him. “What does that mean?”
He kissed me slowly, letting me savor the softness of his lips. “It means I thought you didn’t like me. And I thought you were a girl who followed all the rules.”
The rules.
Fuck.
Well, in for a penny, in for a pound, I supposed. I’d broken the rules and hadn’t been caught yet. With luck, I wouldn’t be caught this time.
