“You know something I’ve never done with you before?”
“What’s that?”
She took the hem of my shirt, drew the material up my body, and dropped it to the floor. Then she moved to her toes and placed her mouth by my ear. “I’ve never undressed you before.”
First, she was right, and second, I really fucking wanted that.
My desire was clearly written on my face, because a siren’s smile curved her lips as Laurel reached between us to unfasten the button of my jeans.
“I think that’s something I should rectify, don’t you?”
“You won’t hear me complain unless you don’t hurry up and do it.”
She chuckled, and the sound was so sexy I wanted to toss her down on her bed. But now that she’d mentioned it, I realized just how much I wanted this. So if she wanted to undress me, I wasn’t about to rush her.
I glanced down to where her fingers were flirting with my zipper, and when she pulled it down, I took in a sharp breath. I needed to get a hold of myself, and watching Laurel free my stiff cock wasn’t helping.
I counted back from twenty and was just about in control when Laurel took either side of my jeans and began to pull them down my hips. My eyes snapped open as the cool air hit my heated skin, and when I saw her down on her knees in front of me, my legs almost gave way.
“Jesus, Laurel.”
She looked at me from under her lashes, and the picture she made was as pure as it was sinful. With her light hair and creamy complexion, she looked like an angel kneeling at my feet. But when you added in her kiss-swollen lips and dilated pupils, it was easy to see just how aroused she was.
My dick ached confined in my black boxer briefs. Laurel moved back up to her knees and slipped her thumbs behind the elastic, and I smoothed a hand over her hair and gripped it at the back of her neck.
“Laurel?”
“Hmm?” She inched my boxers down. My cock sprang free, and seeing it that close to her lips and mouth made my balls tighten.
“You don’t have to—”
Laurel licked her lips, making me groan. “You’re kidding, right?”
I was about to tell her no, that she didn’t have to do that, when she took me in one hand and flicked her tongue over my swollen head.
“Fuck,” I said, and tightened my fingers in her hair. As Laurel sucked my tip between her lips, I took in a seriously shaky breath. The vision of her kneeling before me and pleasuring me this way was almost too much for me to stand.
Laurel paused and glanced up my body. I was watching her like a fucking hawk, and as she began to draw her lips off me, my balls began to tingle.
“God, your mouth…” When her lips popped free and she stroked a firm hand up my length, I clenched my jaw and prayed for patience. Then she lowered her head and did it again. She flicked, sucked, and tugged at me until I was a hair trigger away from embarrassing myself, and when she swallowed me inside the hot, wet heat of her mouth again, I was done.
“Laurel,” I growled, tugging on her hair. “You’re fucking killing me here.”
Her laugh was wicked and her smile sinful. I urged her to her feet then grabbed her ass and pulled her in close.
“I want you,” I said.
“You have me.”
“For more than just a night?”
“For however many nights you want.”
I kissed my way along her jaw to her ear then whispered, “What if I want them all?”
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WHAT IF I want them all?
What did that mean? A month, a year, possibly more? I wasn’t sure, but I wasn’t about to stop to ask. Noah was smoothing his hands around my ass to the back of my skirt, and then he reached my lacy white thong.
“I have to say, I am a fan of your clothing choices. These prim little sundresses, your work skirts and heels, those tailored pants and blouses—you always look so professional and yet one hundred percent woman. It makes it difficult to concentrate. Especially when I know something like this—”
He massaged down the strip of lace bisecting my cheeks and growled.
“—is waiting for me underneath. Flawless. You’re absolutely flawless.”
He let me go and reached for the lace edge of my chemise, then drew it slowly up my body and tossed it over the reading chair by my window.
With a flick of his fingers, he unclipped my bra and then drew the straps down my arms. The cool air against my breasts made my nipples tighten to hard nubs. As Noah dropped the bra to his feet, his eyes locked on me with carnal intent. He drew a line with his fingertip down the center of my body to my panties, and then slipped them inside.
“Ah…” I gripped his forearm as his hand wandered lower. When his fingertips grazed my throbbing clit, my eyes slammed shut.
“Mmm, you’re so wet.”
And I was getting wetter by the second. I rocked my hips forward, causing his fingers to slip between my folds. He dragged them back out and rubbed them over my clit, and I shuddered.
“Bed…” I said against his lips. “Take me to bed, Noah.”
He kissed me hard and then removed his hand, before sweeping me up in his arms and heading for my bed. After he laid me down in the center of the mattress, he tossed aside several pillows and then moved over me.
I spread my legs wide, wanting him as close as possible. When he moved in between them, I bowed up to rub against his hard-on. Noah brushed my hair from the side of my face and rested on his forearms by my head, and the feeling of having him so close, so connected with me, was almost more than I could
