Page 95 of Keeping Guard
Like she hadn’t already felt that. “I—”
His mouth landed on hers, and she forgot what she wanted to say. He slid his hands up her arms, over her shoulders, and then tangled his fingers in her hair. Kissing Noah was high on her list of favorite things.
Something was different with this kiss. It felt like he was trying to ruin her for any man’s kiss but his. She had news for him. He’d done that the first time he’d kissed her.
There was also a feeling of desperation radiating from him as his tongue demanded dominance over hers. As if he wanted to remember everything about her, too. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking.
She would wait a thousand years for this man to come back to her if only he’d ask it of her. He wasn’t going to, though. She knew that about him. The tears she’d been keeping at bay burned her eyes, so she closed them, not wanting him to see that her heart was breaking.
The fingers he had tangled in her hair tightened as he rolled his hips over hers, his erection hard on her stomach. “Noah. Please.”
“Please what?” His mouth left hers, and his lips peppered hot kisses across her face to the place below her ear that he already knew was one of her sensual hot spots.
“What?”
He chuckled, and she felt his smile on her skin. “You said, ‘Noah. Please.’ Please what, princess?”
“I don’t know. I knew and now I don’t know what the what was. Maybe if you stopped scrambling my brain, I’d know.”
“Not gonna stop. I like your brain scrambled when I’m the reason for it.” The hands he had tangled in her hair dropped to her hands. He linked their fingers, then brought her arms up to the wall. He wrapped one hand around both of hers. His other hand found its way into her panties.
He made a strangled sound when he slipped a finger inside her. “Fuck me.” He lifted his head and stared hard at her. “When I’m on deployment, I’m going to spend my nights thinking of you, all wet just for me.”
When he was on deployment.She hated the sound of that. He’d be on the other side of the world from her. He’d be in dangerous situations. He could die. What would the world be without Noah Alba in it? She couldn’t bear to think of it.
“Naked, Noah. We’re supposed to be naked, and we’re not,” she said to remind him, but even more, wanting him to get thoughts of him being in danger, of him leaving, out of her head.
“We’ll get there. I promise.”
His finger stroked deep inside her, his mouth crashed down to hers again, and he consumed her. There was no other word to describe what he was doing to her. He still held her hands above her head, against the wall, and she growled in frustration, wanting to touch him. He tightened his grip when she tried to pull her hands free. As much as she wanted to touch him, it was hot the way he held her prisoner while pleasuring her.
“Noah,” she gasped into his mouth as pressure coiled low in her belly.
“That’s it, princess. You’re so beautiful when you come for me.” He let her hands drop and gathered her in his arms, holding her close as the last of her shudders traveled through her. “Let’s get you to the bedroom. I need to be inside you.”
“Yes, please.” She sighed when he scooped her up. How was she supposed to live without him, without this, the way he made her feel, and not just the amazing sex?
He chuckled. “Someone wants more, huh?”
“Someone sure does.” She was doing her best to keep her voice light, to keep the tears out of her eyes, to hide how much she was hurting.
When he reached the bed, he let her legs slide down his body. He undressed her, his eyes growing darker with each piece of clothing he removed. As she stood naked before him, he skimmed his hands over her, each place he touched sending those delicious tingles through her.
“Noah, please.” She needed him inside her, needed them to be skin to skin.
Much faster than he’d undressed her, he had his clothes off. “My sweet, sweet princess,” he softly said.
In his words, she thought she heard longing, that maybe he really was going to miss her. She wanted to tell him that she loved him, but if they were words he didn’t want to hear, she didn’t want to ruin the moment by saying them.
He wrapped his arms around her, then twisted, falling on the bed so that he was under her. “Now I’ve got you where I want you.” He reached to the nightstand for a condom, then handed it to her. “Put it on me.”
Who knew sheathing a man was such a turn-on, or that his watching her hands while she covered him was? When she had the condom in place, his gaze lifted to hers, and they were eyes she could happily drown in. He adjusted her so that she straddled him, his erection pressing against her sex.
“Ride me, Peyton.”
She grinned. “With pleasure.” She wrapped her hand around him and guided his shaft until he was buried deep inside her. When she lifted, then sank down on him again, he put his hands on her bottom, cupping her butt cheeks.
As she moved over him, their eyes locked together, she wished she could read his mind. Did their being joined in the most intimate act between two people mean something to him? Did he feel it, too? The way their souls touched, because that was how it felt.
