Chapter Seven
Mia
The way Noah looked at me was possessive. “You’re looking at me like...”
“Like I want to devour you?”
I nodded, my throat tight, dry. I was nervous, but I anticipated this. And before I knew what was happening, Noah stood, his strong arms holding me to him. I couldn’t do anything but stare at him, not able to breathe, my body on fire. I didn’t even pay attention to the pain or throbbing in my ankle, not when there was throbbing happening between my thighs right now. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist.
He was so hard, like a steel pipe pressing against my belly. I was wet, soaked. My panties were saturated, the material rubbing along my sensitive folds.
I wanted out of them. I wanted to be naked with Noah, his big body covering me, his power surrounding every inch of me.
He made this low sound deep in his chest as he walked us backward, his mouth now on my throat. He licked and nipped at the sensitive flesh beneath my ear, causing goose bumps to pop out along my arms. I was so ready to feel the stretch and burn I knew he’d give me, the intense pleasure I knew I could experience with him. I was seconds away from begging for just that.
He set me on the ground, my body sliding down his much bigger, stronger one. He took a step back and I stood there, the wall to my back, my palms resting on the cold wood.
“Show me exactly where you want me to touch you, Mia,” he said in this harsh voice, which caused tingles to spread throughout my entire body. “Go on. Show me.” He said that last word on a harsh sound that came from deep within his chest. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even think straight. “Tell me. Show me, baby.” He moved closer to me, dug his cock into my belly, and I gasped.
I couldn’t even form a coherent thought, let alone try and do what he wanted. “I—I want you everywhere, Noah,” I said instead of showing him. He made this low groan in the back of his throat.
“Say my name once more.”
“Noah,” I whispered. He got this feral look in his eyes.
“But tell me, baby. I need to hear you say it.”
I started breathing harder, faster. “I want you to...” My throat tightened up. “I want you to have your way with me, to show me what it means to be claimed, to be fucked so thoroughly nothing else matters.” God, I’d said it, actually said those words.
Noah leaned in and kissed the side of my throat. “I know what you need,” he said against my skin, sending sparks of electricity through my body. He ran his tongue along the arch of my neck, but to my disappointment he moved away far too soon. I wanted him to stay right against me, heating my body, making me wetter, needier.
I felt the chill in the air when he was no longer pressed against me, and goose bumps formed on my body. I couldn’t help—didn’t stop or try to hide—myself from taking in every male inch of him. He was so big, so manly. Every part of him screamed that he knew how to handle himself...how to handle me.
And then I let myself look lower, my eyes feeling like they widened to saucers when I saw the outline of his erection. I wasn’t a virgin, but it had been a long time since I’d been with a man, and never one who appeared to be as large as Noah was.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” The way he said those words had me softening. No one had ever told me that. Hearing Noah say that had me blushing and smiling. I did feel pretty when I was around him, when I felt his touch and heard him tell me how much he wanted me.
“Take off everything for me, Mia. Let me see what I’ll be claiming, owning tonight.”
A wave of pleasure slammed into me and I let myself rest fully back against the wall.
“Do it for me, baby.”
I swallowed and lifted my hands, starting to undo the button of my pants and sliding the zipper down. I pushed the material lower, taking my panties with them. The cold air hit my bare flesh and I gasped in both shock and arousal. I was getting drunk from my emotions, from the adrenaline and endorphins moving through my veins.
“Even though it would be hot as fuck, I’m not going to take you up against the wall.”
The air left me at his words.
“I don’t care where we do it. I just want you, Noah.”
He groaned and closed his eyes, the muscle under his jaw working overtime. His expression almost looked...pained. “I could come right now just hearing you talk, listening to your voice.”
Oh. God.
I felt my face get hot, knowing my embarrassment was showing.
“You’re so fucking pretty when you blush.”
I stood there for long seconds, not moving, not even breathing as he looked his fill. And God, he was so looking his fill.
I finally inhaled. He didn’t move for a long while, just let his gaze roam over my body. His look was so intense I swore I could feel him touching me, his fingers moving along my exposed flesh. Every part of me was on display for his viewing pleasure. And then he reached down, unzipped his pants, and pulled his dick out. I didn’t stop myself from lowering my gaze to watch.
My heart jumped into my throat right before taking a dive into my belly. He was huge, thick and long, with the crown of his erection bulbous, dotted with pre-come. I felt my pulse pounding in my ears.
He had his palm wrapped around his dick and he stroked himself, his focus on my body. “Come here,” he commanded, and I obeyed, albeit a bit shakily since I was favoring my non-sprained ankle. Here I was, naked, bared for him, and Noah was still dressed, his cock pulled through the fly of his jeans. But that turned me on even more for some reason.
When I was a foot from him I couldn’t help but feel intoxicated by him. He smelled woodsy, alive and free. His focus was on my lips for only a second before he leaned in close, his mouth right by mine now.
“I want to be inside of you,” he whispered.
I sucked in a deep breath, my body on the verge of exploding.
And then he had his mouth on mine, making me impossibly wetter, making me want to scream out because the pleasure was just too intense.
I was panting as he pulled away and looked at me.
“I can’t breathe,” I said, the words spilling from me on their own.
He grinned. “We’re just getting started.”