He rolled and squeezed the flesh of my breast, my nipple rubbing against his palm. My body became liquid as he slipped my dress off my shoulder with his other hand, both my breasts on display for him.
“God, your tits are fucking perfect.” He leaned down and took my nipple in his mouth while kneading the other, and I couldn’t stop my hips from flexing, searching for him, desperate for the friction that would calm the ache.
Unable to control the sensations that stormed through me, I reached up, pulling my fingers through my hair, my labored breaths mixed with moans of delectation. “You’re driving me fucking mad, Noah.”
“I want to fuck you, Sienna. But…” He licked the tip of his tongue against the sensitive bud before straightening.
“But what?”
“I want to fuck you my way.”
I stilled, looking into his eyes. “And how is your way?”
His palm eased from my breast, moving achingly slow up my chest, fingers stroking the hollow below my throat as his eyes cut to mine. “Hard.”
One word. One single fucking word and it wrapped me up in chains.
He licked his lips, a hungry predator ready to slaughter his prey. “If you’re looking for a man who can make love to you, I’m not him.” He traced a finger up my neck. “My touch isn’t gentle.”
“I don’t want you to be gentle.”
“My demands are not negotiable.”
“I have no desire to negotiate.”
His touch traveled down, easing along my collarbone. “Do you like playing in the dark?”
I knew what he meant. I might be younger than him, but I knew there was a darker side to sex, something that intrigued me, yet I never had the chance to explore my fantasies.
Until now.
I brought my lips an inch from his, breathing out, our bodies tearing each other apart even though we weren’t touching. “If it’s with you,” I placed my lips against the corner of his mouth, “…then yes.”
He sucked in air between his teeth, and with a quick sweep of his arm around my waist he pulled me up, our lips crashing as my legs wrapped around him. One arm was all he needed to carry me across the room, our kisses hard, desperate and wet. We were like two loaded guns, ready to pull the trigger and cause destruction.
Without warning he let go of my waist, but I had my legs wrapped so tight around him I could ease myself down him, feeling his hard cock beneath his jeans rubbing against my pussy.
With his palms, he brushed my hair back and cupped my face. “Take off your dress.”
“Why don’t you take it off for me?”
Abruptly he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back, craning my neck and exposing my throat.
I hissed, but he only tightened his grip.
“Take off. Your motherfucking dress.”
I sucked in a breath, authority reverberating from his every word, caressing my skin. This wasn’t a game, and this wasn’t the Noah who asked me to leave when we were two seconds away from wrecking the kitchen. This was a man who knew what he wanted, who no longer fought against it.
I eased the one sleeve off my shoulder, my other breast already exposed, keeping my focus on him as he gave a step back, hungrily raking his gaze down my body, watching me like he wanted my blood. Needed it.
The entire world around us was gone while time stood still. There was nothing else, just us and the sordid need that slithered across my flesh—my thighs already clenched and panties damp.
My emerald dress slipped off, pooling around my feet, and I was sure I heard him suck in a breath. I flipped my hair over my shoulder, shifting my hips, allowing him to study me and take it all in. I loved the way he watched me, biting his bottom lip, his expression that of an animal about to lose control. We were three feet apart, but I could feel him on my skin—smell sex in the air. It was fucking palpable.
I hooked my fingers at the sides of my panties.
“Did I say you can take them off?”
I stilled. “I thought—”
“Don’t think.” He stood, the moonlight shining through the glass door casting his large frame in shadows. “Tonight, you only do…what I tell you to do.”