Page 60 of Keeping Guard
Her legs turned to jelly.
“And I’m not going to stop until you’re screaming my name.”
She moaned.
“That sound you just made, princess, that’s just the beginning.”
His voice as he spoke into her ear was soft and low, his breath warm on her skin. When she felt his fingertips along the side of her breast, she whimpered.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“God, yes.” Her body was one giant, endless tingle, and he’d barely touched her. She’d thought she’d known what he could do to her, but she hadn’t really. She’d imagined that they would shed their clothes, fall into the bed, and go at it. Instead, he was seducing her with the sway of their bodies, the gentlest of touches, and words whispered in her ear. Her imagination had been woefully unimaginative.
It was...it was amazing and incredibly sensual. “Let’s Get It On” came on, and Noah’s voice joined Gaye’s. She didn’t think he even realized he was singing. He had such a beautiful voice and listening to him sing to her what was probably the sexiest love song ever recorded only added to the magic swirling around her.
His hand brushed over the side of her breast again, Noah and Marvin sang about getting it on, and her body melted bit by bit. She was no longer sure she’d survive the night.
“Are your panties soaked, princess?” he murmured when the song ended.
That was such a dirty question, yet, it sent a thrill through her that he would talk to her like that.
“Tell me,” he said when she didn’t answer.
“Drenched.” It should embarrass her to admit that. It didn’t. Not with him.
“That’s my girl.” He pushed her dress down her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. “Much better.”
“You need to lose some clothes, too.”
He chuckled. “Yes, ma’am.” He took her hand and led her back to the bed. “Sit.” He pulled his T-shirt over his head. That got tossed behind him. He unbuttoned his jeans, pulled the zipper down, but left them on.
Never in her experience had she seen anything as hot and sexy as the man standing in front of her. Since the first time she’d seen him without a shirt, she’d wanted to touch him, to explore his body and all those muscles, to lick him. She lifted her hand to his stomach, pressing her palm to his skin. He didn’t move, just stood there and watched her. Feeling brave, she slid her hand down, over the arrow of dark hair that led to the bulge in his jeans.
He wrapped his fingers around her wrist. “Not yet, princess. Later, you can explore me to your heart’s content. After I’ve made you come on my tongue.”
Mercy. It was official. She was so not going to survive the night. She was going to go down in glorious flames. She didn’t care.
He dropped to his knees, put his hands on her legs, and spread her thighs apart. The way he looked at her girl parts, the hungry gleam in his eyes...it was just crazy. The only thing he was touching so far were her knees, yet she was tingling. That wasn’t even right. She was past tingles. Tingles were for his kisses. What she was, was aching. Throbbing in places she never knew existed. His gaze lifted to her face, and her breath hitched at seeing the raw hunger in his eyes.
No man had ever looked at her like that, and with those eyes that ravenously ate her up, he ruined her for any other man who came after him. She might care about that after he left, but at this moment, there was nothing but him. Noah. A man with demons and hungry eyes.
He dipped a finger into the top of her panties, then slid it along the waistband. She shivered as his finger brushed across her skin. One side of his mouth kicked up in a half smile that told her he knew exactly the effect he was having on her.
“Noah. I need...” She didn’t know how to put it into words, this desire for something she’d never had.
“I know what you need, princess.” He reached over, grabbed a pillow, and placed it behind her. “Lie back.”
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Oh, yeah.”
No man, not even Dalton, had put his mouth on her sex before. She’d assumed it wasn’t something men enjoyed doing, but she heard in Noah’s voice that he wanted to. He wanted to! She might crawl right out of her skin.
“I can smell your arousal, princess. It’s making my mouth water.” He pulled her panties down her legs. “I need to taste you.” He put his mouth on her.
“Oh, God.” He’d barely touched her, and she was about to shatter into a million pieces. “Oh, God!”
Peyton fisted the bedcover as his tongue did amazing things. He’d primed her so well that she shattered in mere minutes of his first touch. She thought she heard herself saying, “Oh, oh, oh,” but she honestly didn’t know. She could have as easily been repeatedly screaming the word in her head.
