Chapter Fourteen
Sienna
Noah had left an hour ago,and all I could think about was the invitation I saw in his eyes. Every inch of my body was hyperaware of how desperate I was for his touch, my thighs clenching just thinking about what it would feel like to have his cock buried inside me.
I wanted to follow him the moment he walked down those stairs on his way to the cottage. But I decided to stay awhile, take a breath and just gather myself.
In the cellar, I became unraveled and out of control. I was high on sexual tension and this insane chemistry that pulsed between us. It felt like my body was drawn to his. My desires heightened by being so close to him, looking into his eyes and seeing the same hunger I felt in my bones reflect in his irises.
I contained myself for as long as I could, pretending to be invested in the conversation, laughing and smiling. But all I thought about was him, wondering if he was waiting for me. Hoping the flames that raged between us would finally burn us to ash. I tried playing my role as wealthy socialite who cared about appearances as best I could while all I thought about was Noah’s hands all over my body. His tongue lapping and teasing my nipples while his lips sucked them raw. My mind was this filthy minefield of wicked intentions and dirty sex, my skin hyperaware of every innocent touch and accidental brush of bodies while I roamed around from one group of guests to the other. My thighs remained clenched to soothe the ache between my legs until eventually I could no longer stand it. I was slowly going insane.
Subtly, and without anyone noticing, I slipped away, glancing over my shoulder as I snuck off, making sure no one saw me. My heart raced, and my palms felt sweaty as nerves fused with excitement the closer I got to the cottage.
I took off my shoes as I reached the back porch, inhaling deep as I walked up to the sliding door. It was dark inside, and I wondered if he was sleeping and if I had misread the signals.
I snuck inside, my stomach one giant knot, everything so eerily quiet and dark. The smell of fresh paint and cut wood drifted around the living room. All the furniture had been removed, the floors covered in plastic.
I closed the glass door when a rush of air escaped my lungs, two strong hands and a hard body slamming me back against the wall.
“Jesus, Noah.” My heart pounded in my throat.
“Do you have any idea what the fuck you’re doing to me?” His voice was a merciless thrum, his one hand cupping my shoulder while he had the other firmly placed against the wall.
I lifted my chin. “I’m guessing it’s the same you’re doing to me.”
“I doubt that.”
“How the fuck would you know?”
His nostrils flared. “You shouldn’t have come here.”
“You shouldn’t have invited me.”
“I didn’t.”
“Then what the fuck was that?” I had no idea where my strength came from. It was like my anger from the constant back and forth, hot and cold, fucking exploded, and I pushed against his chest as hard as I could, forcing him to stumble back. “You practically begged me to come here in those two seconds you looked at me before you left. And now you’re telling me I shouldn’t have come? Jesus, Noah. What the fuck are you trying to do to me?”
His eyes, his lips, his face—it was all sharp edges and dark features. It was torture to look at him and have all these emotions and feelings wreak havoc on my insides while I struggled to keep control of my own thoughts.
“I came here,” I continued. “I’m fucking here. So, if you want me, take me. But I swear to God, if I walk out that door, I’m not ever coming—”
He grabbed my shoulder, pulled me close before slamming his lips against mine, thrusting his tongue in my mouth, kissing me so hard it hurt. But I didn’t want him to stop, matching his hard, fevered kiss with greedy lips and burning lust. Insanity exploded between us—unhinged and unraveled as we attempted to tear each other apart, lost within the depths of the pent-up desire that we had been trying to ignore for far too long. And now its wrath threatened to drown us.
My back hit the wall, and I wanted to wrap my arms around his shoulders only to have him grab my wrists, pinning them above my head. His fingers bit into my skin, his touch cruel and merciless—but I fucking loved it.
Tearing his lips from mine, he left me panting for more, my back arched as my body searched for him. Sapphire eyes stared down at me, wild and hungry. My chest rose and fell rapidly as I struggled to catch my breath, my bones possessed with desire and my lungs struggling to expand.
His gaze slipped to my lips, down my throat to my chest as he traced a single finger all along the deep V-line of my dress. It was a subtle touch, gentle, soft, as if it was barely there, but it sent shivers down my back.
He took the fabric between two fingers, easing it to the side to expose my breast. My body was practically thrashing, needing him, wanting him, craving so much more. I was on the brink of fucking going mad, losing myself to the insanity caused by us denying what we wanted most. Each other.
He leaned his head to the side, studying me, knowing how hungry I was for his touch—it was so intense every muscle in my body ached.
I held my breath as he brought his palm an inch from my breast. My lips parted, my breaths wild and heated.
He bit his lower lip…stalling, dragging it out—drowning me in madness …until he caught my breast in his palm, squeezing hard.
I moaned out loud, craning my neck and leaning my head back—his touch pure ecstasy on my skin. It was intoxicating, driving me insane. I wanted to claw at him so I could get more. So. Much. More. Every bone in my body buzzed with electricity as jaded lust surged throughout. I wanted to tear my own goddamn skin off because it burned so fucking hot, it pushed me to the brink of hysteria.