CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
EVERY INCH OF MY body was on high alert as Noah led me down the hallway on the top floor of the hotel, coming to a stop in front of the very last door on the right. Withdrawing a keycard from his wallet, he inserted it into the door. When it buzzed, he opened it, revealing a large living area, the lighting dimmed.
Allowing me to enter in front of him, I walked past a lush sofa and reading chair, heading toward the windows. I took in the view of the Boston skyline. The lights of the city were magnificent from this high.
Noah came up behind me, his breath hot on my skin. “Beautiful,” he murmured, snaking his arm around my waist and pulling me against him. I could feel his erection on my back.
“It is, isn’t it?” I responded, leaning my head on his chest. I closed my eyes, lost in the feeling of his fingers delicately tracing over the silky material of my dress.
“I was talking about you, Molly.” He swept my blonde curls away from my neck, exposing the sensitized flesh on my nape, my little hairs standing on end. A shiver ran through me, the tension that had been building all night making me feel as if I were ready to fall apart from even the most virtuous of Noah’s touches. “You’re beautiful.”
He spun me around and, before I could respond, captured my mouth with a kiss. His tongue swept against mine, his motions measured, deliberate, resolved. He breathed into me, making me feel alive. I ran my hands through his dark, silky hair, playing with the little curls at the ends.
His lips traveled from my mouth down my jawline, nibbling slightly. I craned my neck, giving him better access. He took my lobe between his teeth, his tongue tracing circles on the flesh behind my ear. My core lit on fire from the contact.
“That’s the spot, isn’t it?” he murmured, his voice husky.
“Yes.” I raked my fingers up and down his back. My mind was a blank slate…other than thinking we both wore too much clothing. “Let’s go to the bedroom,” I begged.
“Not yet.” He placed his hand on my back and pressed me against him. “You promised me a dance.”
“But there’s no music.”
“There’s always music when you’re around.”
I sighed, melting into his embrace. How could I deny him whatever he wanted when he said such endearing things? I’d never met a man who could be so romantic one minute, then tell me all the salacious and wanton things he wanted to do to me the next. And I loved every heartfelt and erotic word that fell from that suggestive tongue of his.
He swayed his hips, and I followed his lead. This felt so natural, so right. Our two bodies moved together in perfect harmony, almost as if I knew what song was in his head…and heart.
He began to hum, bringing a smile to my face. It was guttural, masculine, deep. When he finally put words to the music, I rested my head against his chest, lost in the drumming of his heart. Listening to him, enclosed in his embrace, made my soul happy.
“‘Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered’?” I raised a brow. “Any reason for this choice in song?”
“It seemed fitting for how I feel about you…” He leaned closer. “Completely and unmistakably bewitched.”
I met his eyes, swallowing hard. “Do you remember the first time we danced together?”
His movements grew bigger and more assured as he spun and swayed with me through the suite. I marveled at how well he danced, then I remembered he had four sisters. I was certain he’d been forced to dance with them more than he’d like to admit.
“How can I forget?” He licked his lips. “You wore a stunning red dress. Your perfume smelled of lilacs and baby powder. All I could think was how much I wanted to kiss you and how unfair life was that this beautiful, remarkable woman I could never have would cross paths with me. I went to sleep that night dreaming about what your lips would taste like, thinking I’d never have the chance to taste them myself.” His words took the breath from me. “I never could have imagined they’d taste as sweet and perfect as they do.”
Our lips locked as he expertly led me into the bedroom, one hand placed on my lower back and the other tangled in my hair, supporting my head. It was such an insignificant little detail, but it showed how much he truly did treasure me. With all the other men, there was no passion, no hunger, no romance. I never wanted it. But with Noah, I had all that and more; however, it still wasn’t enough to satisfy my cravings.
“Your lips are so soft,” he hummed, tracing a thumb against my mouth. “I can’t get enough of them. So sweet. So intoxicating. So mesmerizing.”
“Holy shit.” I quivered, arching my body into his. “I think I just came from your words alone.”
“I’m glad to know I can turn you on,” he said coyly.
“You do more than turn me on, Noah. You make me feel like I’ve been stranded in the desert for days without a drink. Now that the mirage of a fountain is so close, I’m desperate for it.” I raised myself onto my toes. “I’m desperate for you.” I ran my tongue across his neck, inhaling his heady aroma.
“You’ll have me. Seduction is an art, a science. One that should not be rushed.” His lips hovered over mine, the light tingle of his breath on my skin sending tremors through me. I’d never felt so ready to fall over the edge in my life.
He spun me around, gingerly lowering the zipper of my dress. He peppered kisses across my shoulder blades. “Michelangelo took his time painting his masterpiece on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, just like I’m taking my time with you.” He skillfully tugged the straps of my dress down my arms. The heat of his fingers on my skin sent a current through me. “When I’m through with you, I want to be the only thing you think about for weeks.” My dress fell from my hips, pooling at my feet. “When you shower, I want you wishing I were there with you.” His hands roamed my body as I stood naked…except for my jewelry and shoes. “When you fall asleep, I want you to imagine me beside you.”
I leaned my head back against his chest, lost in the sensation of his hands and erotic tongue. My heart rate increased as his fingers skirted my stomach, slowly and leisurely making their way farther south. I tried to squirm away but he pulled me against him, keeping me blissfully locked in place. The instant he touched me between my legs, I feared I would shatter into tiny pieces.
His breath danced on my neck, making my core ache. His hand continued roaming past my waist. My chest heaved, the heat of his skin so close unraveling me. He pressed his mouth against the crook of my neck. “When you touch yourself, I want you to be thinking about all the things I did to you tonight.”
Before I could react, his fingers found my center. Every nerve ending in my body fired at the same time. I thrust against his hand, a slave to my pleasure.
“God, I’ve wanted to do this all night.” His voice turned harsh, brutal, his motions becoming more unyielding. My lips parted and I released a noiseless gasp. “All evening, all I could think about was how easy it would be to slip my hand under the table and make you come.”
“Why didn’t you?” I shifted my legs farther apart, chasing the orgasm I saw in my sights.
“Because no one gets to see how fucking beautiful you look when you come except me, Molly. I want every single one of your orgasms, including this one.”
He slipped a finger inside and I clenched around him, my cries of relief echoing in the luxurious bedroom. His carnal words and tone turned me on in a way I hadn’t expected. Noah was right. Seduction was an art, and he was a fucking master.
I spun around and crushed my mouth against his. I feverishly lowered his tuxedo jacket down his arms, then struggled with the buttons of his dress shirt. He grabbed my wrists, preventing me from ripping his clothes from his body.
“Patience,” he crooned in a sly voice. He raised my arms over my head, locking his lips with mine. He pushed me toward the bed. When my knees hit the mattress, he released his hold on my wrists, supporting my back as he lowered me to it. Kicking my heels off, I scooted up toward the headboard, keeping my eyes glued to Noah’s.
He licked his lips and loosened his bowtie, then unbuttoned his shirt at a laborious pace. He knew I was on edge, desperate to feel him, yet his motions remained unhurried. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he shrugged out of his shirt and I was treated to the sight of Noah’s defined chest. I couldn’t believe this exquisite man was all mine. Noah was the complete package. Not only was he quite nice to look at, he had a beautiful heart.
He climbed onto the mattress, slinking up the length of my body. To my surprise, he pulled that blue necktie out of his pocket, a flirty expression on his face.
“Told you we’d be putting this to use.” He winked, then lowered his head, kissing me. Confirming my suspicions he’d done this type of thing before, he effortlessly secured my wrists together with the tie and hoisted them over my head. He opened the nightstand drawer and removed an eye mask. “I’m glad I planned ahead,” he murmured as he slipped the mask over my head, shrouding my world in darkness.
They say when one of your senses is impaired, it heightens the rest. That was certainly true. My sense of hearing and touch were amplified a hundredfold as the sound of our breathing grew more pronounced, the feel of his fingers delicately tracing down my body making me jump and writhe. I was exposed, vulnerable, completely at Noah’s mercy…and it was the best feeling in the world.
Not being able to see made my skin come alive with awareness. I could feel the heat of Noah’s breath against my flesh as he seemed to travel around my body, a whisper from me. The anticipation made me want to combust.
His lips hovered over mine, tickling my mouth. “I’ll be right back.”
“Back?” I said in surprise. “Where are you going?”
He kissed me softly. “To get something I think you’re really going to enjoy.”
“Your cock is something I’d really enjoy. I don’t need anything else,” I panted with desperation.
“You’re my masterpiece, Molly. I need to take the time to savor your perfection.”
“Fuck,” I breathed, squirming into the mattress. “I’m pretty sure I just came again.”
He chuckled. “My plan is to make you come over and over again all night long.” He placed a quick kiss on my lips, then I felt the mattress shift. His footsteps grew quiet, followed by the sound of our suite opening and closing. I had no idea how he could remain so composed when I was ready to fall apart. I squeezed my legs together, shifting and twisting to find some sort of relief from the dull throbbing. It didn’t work. I doubted anything would put out the fire Noah had kindled with his words, his body, his seduction.
Finally, I heard the door open and close again, footsteps getting closer. Almost instantly, a familiar mouth was back on mine, his tongue invading me. “You look amazing like this,” Noah whispered. “I can’t believe you’re all mine.” He placed something heavy on the bedside table. I heard the sound of clothes rustling, then he climbed on top of me again. The feel of his flesh on mine sent me into overdrive.
“Say you’re mine,” he said, his voice husky.
“I’m yours,” I murmured.
“God, I love hearing you say that.” He kissed me again, the passion in that one gesture stealing all my oxygen. Too soon, he pulled away, the sound of rattling ice making its way to my ears. Then I felt the heat of his breath on my chest. He dragged his tongue across my skin, pulling a nipple between his teeth.
“Do you trust me?” he asked in a quiet voice, tugging and sucking on my breast.
“Yes,” I answered. I would have confessed to taking the Lindberg baby just to feel that man.
“Good.” I could hear the smile in his voice. Instantly, he pressed a cold object against my other nipple, his tongue still working on the one he had in his mouth. I moaned, arching my back off the mattress. I had no idea what to make of everything. There was something about the coldness of the ice on one nipple and the heat of Noah’s mouth on the other that made every inch of my body tighten with anticipation.
Noah was an angel and the devil. He was fire and ice. He was my beginning and my ending.
He ran the ice down my body, his talented tongue following in its wake, warming the frigid chill. My mind was a blank as I succumbed to the pure bliss rolling through my body.
“Noah, please,” I begged. “I need to feel you.”
“You do feel me.” He traced his tongue around my belly button.
“No. Inside me. I can’t take it anymore.” Every second that passed without him giving me what I needed was pure torture. An ache I didn’t think could ever be satisfied consumed me.
He shifted his weight and I heard the glorious sound of a packet ripping open. Finally, I felt him settle between my legs, pressing his erection against my aroused flesh. I braced myself. His mouth found mine, then he eased inside me. I swore I heard angels singing. Or perhaps I was moaning.
His motions were gentle as he pushed into me, then withdrew. I would have given anything to reach out and touch him, to rake my fingers down his back, to feel his muscles as they rippled under my hands.
“You’re incredible, Molly.” He buried his head in my neck, his teeth scraping my skin. “God, you have no idea how difficult this past month has been.”
“I think I do,” I panted, wrapping my legs around his waist. “We could have done this weeks ago,” I reminded him.
“No, we couldn’t.” He pulled back, continuing his tender motion. His fingers traced my face. When he removed the eye mask, I was treated to the sight of Noah hovering over me, a look of adoration in his gaze. “It wouldn’t have been like this, and this is fucking amazing.”
His mouth captured mine as he reached up, loosening the tie around my wrists. I ran my fingers down his back, digging my nails in as I deepened the kiss, meeting his motions. Tightening my legs around his waist, I forced him onto his back, his eyes momentarily becoming wide with surprise, then turning hooded as I increased the rhythm.
I leaned back, lost in the sensation of him filling me to the brim, a current running through me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, and I was close to the edge of falling over.
“Keep your eyes on me, Molly,” he murmured, his tone provocative.
I returned my gaze to his. He reached up, brushing his hand against my cheek. I melted into him, marveling at how different he was from any other man I’d ever been with. He was selfless in the bedroom, making sure I felt just as much pleasure as he did. He knew precisely what to do to make me crumble into pieces, just as I was about to do at that moment.
My breath hitched as I fought my impending orgasm. Noah sensed it and gripped my hips, driving into me with more intensity. He pressed his thumb against me. The feel of him rubbing me and moving inside me was my undoing. I moaned out his name just as he found his own release.
I fell on top of him, both our bodies slick with sweat, my legs sore. My breathing still heavy, I raked my fingers through his hair, peppering kisses across his jawline.
“Damn, Molly,” he crooned finally. Our chests heaved, the only sound in the room that of our labored breathing and the whirring of the air conditioner. I hoisted myself off him and lay on the bed beside him. He pulled me against his chest and I played with the little tufts of hair. “I hope it’s not rude of me to say, but I really like fucking you. You have no idea how hard it was for me not to come the second I was inside you.”
Meeting his gaze, I smiled, giddy, lightheaded, sated. “I take that as a compliment.”