He glanced up at me, the wicked glint in his eyes the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. “I’ll decide for myself.”
Smiling to himself, he skimmed my underwear down, one deliberate inch after another. Instead of diving in there and solving this mystery once and for all, he traced my slit with one lazy finger until I choked out, “Noah,please.”
“No more teasing?”
I shook my head. “No. Maybe a little. Okay, yes, tease me but also—”
He laughed. “That’s what I thought.”
I wanted to be offended. I wanted to be incensed by his righteous chuckling. But he bowed his head to my mound and circled his tongue around my clit, and all I could do was shove my fingers into his hair and hold him against me.
He held me open with both thumbs, baring every last inch of me to his tongue. He sucked me hard, just as he’d promised, and the stars behind my eyes were incredible. “I need,” I whispered, my shoulders hunching forward as my muscles strained and softened all at once. “I need—I need—I need something. Inside me.Please.”
He growled against me in response, shifting one hand to my sopping core and pumping two fingers into me. Another finger rhythmically tapped my back channel and though I’d found mild interest in that before, it shot a bolt of lightning through me and coalesced all the nerves in my body to this overwhelming throb waiting to break free.
“Get there for me,” he said, the words muffled as I rocked against his mouth.
I wanted to be that girl, the one who would get there simply because someone told her to, but I wasn’t. I needed more, just a little more, and then I could do it. But not yet.
And Noah recognized that.
He turned his wrist, his fingers moving inside me from a different angle and adding new pressure on my back channel. He worked my clit like he was trying to suck the ghost of orgasms past from me. And then, when it seemed like we’d come this far only for it to fall apart, he tipped his head to the side and
—bit—
—his—
—way—
—down—
—my—
—labia—
These weren’t the kind of bites to break skin or leave a mark. They were nips, sharp pinches between teeth. And they set me on fire. A sob gasped out of me and I notched my fist to my mouth to stay quiet and it was that requirement that forced me to feel all of the explosion. I couldn’t hide from it with moans or flailing cries. I couldn’t roll over and bury my face in a pillow or even snuggle into his shoulder. I had to stand here, my jeans at my knees and the scent of my arousal thick around us, and I had to surrender to an orgasm that redefined everything I knew about my body and how it could react.
When I couldn’t take much more and I eased Noah away from me, he glanced up, his face shiny with my arousal. “Come here,” I whispered.
He pushed to his feet as I grabbed the front of his shirt, towing him closer. “How was that?”
I laughed though I was breathing heavy and it sounded like a wheeze. “I think you know it was pretty good.”
“It wasn’t”—he glanced away, his brows furrowed—“too much?”
“I think I needed too much.” I went for his belt buckle again but he pinned my hand behind my back. “Why not?”
“Because I’d like the next portion of this night to last longer than forty-five seconds but that’s all we’re going to get if you touch me.”
“I don’t get to touch you at all?”
He pressed a finger to my lips. “Don’t pout. It makes me think about—you just can’t do that to me, Shay. Not right now.”
“WhatcanI do?”
He blew out a breath and surveyed the swath of naked from my knees to my waist. Then he yanked my underwear and jeans back into place, not bothering with the button or zipper. I yelped at the pressure of form-fitting clothes against super sensitive skin. Noah slapped my thigh, saying, “Upstairs. Now.”
“Wait.” I reached for him but he gathered my hands and looped them around his neck. “What do I taste like?”
