Chapter Fifteen
Sienna
I trembledin anticipation as I watched him close the distance between us, sucking all the air out of the room. “Did you like it?” He started to circle me. “When I teased your pussy with a beer bottle?”
I flexed my fingers, needing to get rid of the nervous tension.
He stopped and reached out, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling my face close to his. “Answer me when I ask you a goddamn question.”
“Yes,” I bit out. “I liked it.”
He tightened his grip around my neck. The gnawing of pain felt different, euphoric as it collided with the desire that throbbed between my legs. I fucking loved it. The heat. The sizzle. The animalistic urge to fuck.
Easing his hand away from my neck, he brushed a finger through my hair and twirled a curl. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to taste him so badly I ached, every inch of my skin shivering to feel his warm flesh.
His irises flashed with something feral and intense. “The moment you walked through that door, you willingly gave up all control. To me. Do you understand that?”
“Yes.” I didn’t hesitate for a second, the excitement that stirred in my core undeniable.
“Stay,” he ordered, and I watched him with bated breath as he lit candles that had been placed on top of the fireplace. One by one, the flames started to flicker, casting an array of oranges and yellows across the room.
God, I hoped he wasn’t planning on taking it slow. I was already bursting with need. I’d never experienced anything like it before—the anticipation that held every muscle captive.
Noah went to stand in front of a sawhorse. With the candles burning behind him, he looked like the devil about to lay out his offering—an offering I’d willingly be for him.
“Come here.”
I swallowed, my heart thrashing against my ribs with every step. “What’s going on?”
“Shh.” He simply placed a finger in front of his lips. “Just do as I say.”
I stilled across from him, two sawhorses standing between us. I’d be a big fucking liar if I said I wasn’t nervous, but there was this sense of thrill that encased the nervous tension of not knowing what he was planning.
He moved to stand behind me, and I could practically feel his breath on my shoulders, its warmth slithering across my skin.
I sucked in a breath as he placed a single fingertip against my spine, dragging it achingly slow down the curve of my back.
“Noah,” I whimpered, leaning my head to the side, possessed by that one simple, gentle touch. My skin hypersensitive, aware of his every move.
He reached my panties, and I could hardly wait for him to rip them off me. I wanted to hear him tear through the fabric before he bent me down and fucked me raw.
Abruptly he snaked his arm around me, pulling me hard against him, sinking his hand inside the front of my panties, dragging a finger through my slit. “I haven’t even started yet, and you’re practically at the edge of coming.”
I reached up, wanting to wrap my hand around his neck, when he grabbed my hand and twisted my arm behind my back, a shooting pain zapping up my shoulder. “If you come before I tell you to, I won’t fuck you.”
“Jesus. Are you trying to kill me?”
I shivered as he peppered delicate kisses down my spine. “Something like that.” He eased down my body, teasing fingers driving me fucking crazy as he toyed with my panties. My legs trembled, and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stand for much longer.
I moaned out loud when the tip of his tongue dragged down my ass just as fucking slowly as he pulled my panties down. Everything inside me was fire. A fucking inferno that would incinerate me at any moment.
He slipped my panties down, all the way to my feet, fingers purposely brushing against my skin. “I can’t wait to sink my dick inside you.”
“Then what the fuck are you waiting for?”
Gentle hands moved up the sides of my legs. “What’s the use in indulging when you can’t savor?”
“I wouldn’t call it savoring.”