Chapter Twenty
Sienna
It was information overload.
Honestly, I was hardly surprised when he told me he had been married before. Noah was a handsome man who carried a sense of mystery with him. He was so fucking intense; it would be impossible for any woman to ignore him.
Was I jealous over the fact that he was married? Yes.
Was I happy to know he was divorced? Fuck yes.
I was a selfish brat that way and completely entranced by him. Even after the epic fuck-up that was my day with Oakley playing paparazzi and sharing a picture of me that wasn’t meant for anyone to see—all I could think about was being with Noah.
After Silas left that morning looking for Oakley, Spencer stayed home with me. But I hated it. I couldn’t look him in the eye without thinking of the picture he saw of me. I felt so completely naked and embarrassed and chose to stay in my room for more than half the day. Crying. Feeling sorry for myself. Hiding.
On the upside, at least no one could see who I was with when he took the picture, but I was pretty sure Spencer would have gotten it right if I had given him one guess. Oakley would probably shout it from the rooftops, but at least he didn’t have any proof, which meant I could deny it. The last thing I wanted was for Noah to get dragged into the shitshow that was my life. And I was convinced if Noah had to know about what Oakley had done, he’d kill him…right before he’d leave, removing himself from my drama-filled life for good. That was something I didn’t want. I didn’t want Noah to go. Not while his kiss turned me to embers, his touch setting my body aflame.
Like now.
I held my breath as he unzipped my shorts, his fingers brushing along my flesh.
“Lift your hips, baby girl.”
My body was already climbing toward a release, and Noah had barely touched me yet. Just looking into his eyes had me captivated. The blue shade of his irises was perfect, but I was no longer convinced it was the color that made his eyes so utterly hypnotic. They carried an intensity that made it hard to look away, reflecting something that made me feel like I knew him. Like I’ve known him all my life. It all started with a kiss, and now here I was, wanting nothing more than to drown in the depths of his eyes and let the sapphires consume me.
Noah eased the shorts over my hips and down my legs. Compared to his touch, the denim felt rough against my flesh. Even the white lace panties irritated my skin, and I writhed on the sheets as I watched him pull his shirt over his head. His body was toned and shredded in all the right places, sex rolling off him in sensual waves that reached for me. The attraction between us was a tangible thread wrapped around my throat, making it impossible to breathe because my body no longer needed air. It needed him.
Ineeded him.
Noah kissed up my leg, his hands always just a little higher than his lips until he reached the apex of my thighs, pressing his lips against my lace panties. It was ecstasy and cocaine all wrapped in one touch, one kiss, one single moment with him. He seemed in no rush as he hooked his fingers into the sides of my panties, slowly pulling it down my thighs and legs, his fingers gently touching my skin. As my panties slipped over my feet, Noah tossed it to the floor before cupping my sex, and my back jolted off the mattress.
“I love a bare pussy, but for some reason, I want yours painted the same shade of red as your hair.”
I arched a brow. “No more waxing?”
“No more waxing. Not until I tell you to.”
I licked my lips. “Okay.”
“Good. Now, I need you to lay still.”
I did. I remained still as I watched him walk over to the chest of drawers, pulling out two leather belts.
My heart raced. “What are you—”
“Shh. I got you.”
With bated breath and my heart about to tear from my throat, I watched him curiously as he moved to the bed, wrapping his fingers around my ankle. He tied a leather belt around it, tightening the buckle until it pinched my skin. The pain clashed with the pleasure of his touch, and I moaned softly, closing my eyes as he fastened the belt to the bedpost. He did the same with my other ankle, leaving my legs wide apart and spread-eagled on top of the sheets.
I arched my back, practically squirming with a raw need for rapture and pleasure.
“Fuck me,” Noah murmured as he stepped back, his eyes hooded as he regarded me. “I don’t think you’ve ever looked more beautiful than you do now.” With his thumbs and forefingers, he made a frame in front of his eyes as if he took a mental picture, committing it to memory. “I could stand here all day and look at you.”
“Or you could come over here and fuck me.”
He grinned. “In due time. But first,” he approached the bed, leaning down and placing his rough hands on my hips, “I want to taste you.”
There was no warning. No time for my body to prepare as his tongue laved against my sensitive folds, causing me to moan and arch my back. His hot mouth felt like velvet against my sex, lapping from my entrance up my slit, the tip of his tongue teasing along the outline of my pussy. The hunger inside my core surged, and I needed him to touch or suck my clit. But he purposefully avoided that one spot where I needed him the most, knowing he was slowly driving me insane.