“I don’t care. But I need you to touch me. I need to feel you.”
His lips parted as he leaned his head to the side, and I was convinced he would kiss me. I could already feel the heat. “Close your eyes.”
The moment I closed my eyes, his lips were gone, only to feel a flick of his warm tongue against my cold nipple, followed by a long roll in his mouth.
I moaned out loud, my hips shamelessly flexing while my sex ached so damn much it was unbearable.
It was heaven and hell—cold and heat fused together, carrying out the continuous onslaught on my body, my nipple impossibly hard in his mouth. A low rumble tore up his throat as he sucked the pebbled bud deeper into his mouth.
I couldn’t stand it. It was too fucking much, so I let go of the frame behind me, snaking my arms around his shoulders only to have him let go of my nipple with a pop.
“Hands behind your back.” Dominance coated his every word; his voice ripped with authority. “Don’t do anything unless I tell you to.”
“What?”
“Hands. Behind. Your back.”
I studied him, my chest rising and falling with each rapid breath. The look on his face contradicted what I saw in his eyes, his struggle between control and lust depicted on his every feature.
“Okay.” It was unlike me to obey, but I eased my hands back anyway, and it did something to my insides—the idea of him demanding. Warning. Dominating.
“Good girl.”
He reached between us, and I held my breath, our gazes latched. My breath hitched when he traced the bottle up my inner thigh painfully slow, making his way toward where my body needed him most.
“I’ll break you,” he murmured, rubbing the tip of the bottle against my panties, sending a jolt of jaded desire up my pussy. “I’ll hurt you.” He leaned his head to the side. “And the worst mistake you can make is thinking it will be different with you. It won’t.” My legs trembled as he slipped the neck of the bottle into the side of my panties, the chilled glass against my sensitive folds slamming every nerve with a hurricane of sensations. “It’s never different. Not with me.”
“Right now,” I breathed out, “all I want is for this fucking tension between us to snap.”
“Be careful what you wish for, baby girl.” With the head of the bottle, he spread my pussy lips, gliding it through my slick heat. It was twisted, depraved even, how my body reacted to it—having a beer bottle nudge against my entrance. My thoughts raced with what he’d do next. Would he push it inside me? Would he fuck me with it? And why did the idea of it add fuel to the fire that was about to burn me to ash?
“Jesus, Noah. What are you doing?”
“I’m testing you to see if you have what it takes to handle me.”
Soft moans rolled from my tongue while he swirled the tip of the glass around my entrance, my pussy weeping with the need to be filled. I couldn’t stop my body from moving as I fought against the urge to flex my hips and push down, to have him fuck me with that goddamn bottle. It was filthy, dirty, and so fucking erotic—it had me all tied up in barbed wire, panting and ready to come. I was there. I could feel it build in my veins, imminent pleasure creeping up and threatening to erupt. But my body still ached for him to touch me, and it was starting to hurt—the need for physical contact, to feel his skin against mine.
“You want to come,” he murmured. “I can see it in your flushed cheeks. The ecstasy, it’s all over your pretty fucking face.”
“Noah. Why won’t you touch me?”
The creak of the door sounded far back in the distance, footsteps stomping down the stairs. “Sienna, are you down here?” It was Spencer.
What the actual fuck?
My eyes snapped open, and I was surprised to see that Noah hadn’t moved an inch, as if he didn’t care that Spencer was about to catch us in a very compromising position.
“Sienna? Are you here?”
Noah leaned closer, bringing his lips to my ear, his warm breath skidding down my neck. “It’s not the right time,” he whispered.
“Right time for what?”
His tongue lapped at my earlobe. “To touch you.”
He pulled the bottle from my panties and gave a step back, his eyes dark—like a predator who had just tasted the blood of his prey, only to have it snatched away from him.
“Here you are.” Spencer stopped at the end of the aisle, and I turned away, pulling my dress back over my breasts before brushing my fingers through my hair.