“Lexy?”
“We could talk and talk, go over this until you figure out some grand plan, but you know what, Noah?”
“Uh, no.”
She crouched down until they were face-to-face and placed her palms on his knees. “I’d rather sit on your lap.”
“What?”
“Kiss you all over.”
She felt him tense. Saw a flush creep over his skin. Watched every bone in his body snap to attention.
He blinked a few times. “You’re saying—”
“Feel you slide inside me.”
He grabbed the bedspread behind him with both hands. “I sure as hell hope you’re talking about sex.”
“Hot, sweaty, fantastic sex.”
Heat replaced the confusion in his eyes. “With me?”
The idea of letting another man touch her left her cold. The idea of being with him made something inside her soar. Something she wanted to beat back and ignore.
Something that refused to die.
“Only you.” And she meant that with every part of the heart she tried to close off to him.
“You didn’t want me earlier.”
“I do now.” She whispered as she kneeled at his feet. “Want only you and all of you.”
“If this is your way of getting out of a conversation about Henderson…”
“Yeah?” His words did not register. She was too busy sliding her hands up his thighs until her thumbs rested against his growing bulge.
“I’m all for it.”
“I’m itchy and fidgety. It’s as if I have all of this energy inside me fighting to get out.”
“Adrenaline. It’s your body’s response to the shock.” His hands flexed against the bed.
“Have any idea how I can work a bit of this off?”
“One or two.”
“Very good.”
He cleared his throat. “Several of them require you to stay on your knees.”
She rubbed her thumb over his erection. “I have a few thoughts of my own.”
“They involve those fingers?”
She shifted her hands to his belt. With a tug she unbuckled and slid the leather out of the holder. “To start.”
“After that?” His stomach dipped when her knuckles brushed his navel.
“Thought I’d use my mouth.”
Syncopated pants rushed out of him. “Let’s try your way.”
“Lean back,” she ordered.
He slid his hands on the comforter and leaned back until he balanced his upper body on his elbows. “Better?”
“Let’s see.” She bent down and nuzzled him, nipping against the thick material of his jeans until his hips lifted off the bed. “Yeah, much better.”
Feminine and in control, she reveled in the smell and feel of him. How fast he hardened for her. How a slight tremor shook his arms. Despite everything that passed between them and all that went unsaid, they had this. A deep desire for each other. An ability to weaken each other’s will.
Rather than let her mind butt in and examine her true feelings, she grabbed his zipper tab in her teeth and pulled it down nice and slow.
A shudder rumbled through him. “Shit, Lexy, you’re killing me.”
“Wait until I get you out of these jeans.”
To ease his trembling, she tucked one hand inside the opening of his jeans and cupped him over his briefs. At her touch, he stiffened and the flex to his hips became more pronounced.
“Damn, baby. It’s been so long.” The roughness of his voice sounded as if he forced the word out through a wall of pain.
“I know.”
“I missed you.”
I wanted to shrivel and blow away without you. She stopped the words before they left her mouth.
Pretty words were not the answer. Feeling. She needed to feel.
With her fingers surrounding him, she pressed, squeezing him until a grunt of air left his chest. “Yes…”
“Do you like this?” Her fingertips slid past the waistband and inside his briefs until she felt his smooth, hot skin against her palm. Stroking and caressing, she swept her hand up and down the length of him.
“Yes. Everything about you.” The words punched out of him.
With increasing speed, she pumped her hand, bringing him fully erect. Waves of heat rolled off him, filling her with a quiet female satisfaction.
All that control and power at her mercy. She could grant him release or push him on. She decided. She was in charge of when and how he found his satisfaction.
It was not enough.
She wanted him on the edge and sweating. His nerve endings begging for to finish the job.
“How does that feel?” She whispered the question against his bare thigh.
“Your mouth.”
She pressed a kiss against his leg, let her hair fall over his lower body until it covered her hand and brushed his erection.
“Tell me, Noah.”
“Use. Your. Mouth.”
“Where?”
His body shifted, his legs jumping as if his mind no longer controlled the muscles. “On me.”
“You want a kiss?” As her hand continued to work up and down, her lips traced an outline on his inner thighs.
His upper body slid closer to the mattress as his arm muscles gave out. “Damn, baby.”
She smiled at his loss of breath. The man was driven to the cliff and hanging on by his fingertips. Exactly as she wanted him to be.
Just as his hips began to pulse, she lifted her head and her hand. “I want to—”
“God…don’t stop.” The pleading in his voice matched the need mirrored in his eyes.
“I want you naked.”
“Hell, yes.” His body jackknifed as he reached down and tried to strip his clothes the rest of the way off.
She shoved his hands away to stop him. “Let me.”
“Damn it, hon. I’m fading here.” His fingers clenched against the top of his jeans where they bagged on his lower thighs.
She tried to tug them out of his death grip. “My way.”
“Faster.”
“So impatient.”
“It’s been a month, Lexy. I’ve wanted you and fantasized and…” His chest rose and fell with enough force to shake the bed.
“What?”
“Just hurry.” He slid the rest of the way down until his back hit the bed again. He propped his head on the pillow to watch her.
“I love the feel of you,” she said as she peeled his jeans and underwear off and threw them on the floor. “The pure, natural taste of you is indescribable.”
His moan echoed through the room.
The desperate, aching sound won her over. She turned his body over to her hands without hesitation. Unable to wait a second longer, she fit her lips over his head and pulled him deep inside her wet mouth. Plunging down, then pulling back up, each stroke going deeper, she sucked and licked until a ragged sigh escaped his lips and his head fell back into the pillow.
With her mouth over him, her hands roamed over his bare stomach, tracing the subtle indent, then the firmness of his chest. The assault of her hands and mouth set his body shaking.
“I can’t hold off.” The words choked out of him as his shoulders lifted off the bed.
With one hand, she pushed him back into the mattress. Her hands and mouth never stopped enticing him. Loving him.
“Lexy, I can’t—”
She wanted to tell him to let go. To lay back, feel, and react. But she did not want to break contact or give him any chance to take over. This moment was for him. For them.
Her rhythm increased. Harder, firmer, her mouth caressed him. Her fingernails trailed down his chest. Rather than push her away, his hands slid through her hair to hold her head in place. The thrusts of his hips sent him deeper inside her mouth. The sweep of her tongue over his wet tip broke him.
He bucked and tightened his hold on her hair. With a final shout of satisfaction, he emptied into her mouth. The pumps hit against
the back of her throat as his body stiffened to the point of breaking.
His lower body continued to thrust long after he came, finally going lax as his hands fell against the bed. His chest rumbled from his harsh breathing and his body glistened with sweat. Through the waves of his climax, she laid her check against his thigh and caressed his testicles.
The smell of sex filled the room. She waited until silence descended before breaking the mood. “I told you I had a plan.”
His hand brushed through her hair. “It was a damn fine plan.”
“Anything to break the tension.”
“Or to evade the issue on the table.”
Her shoulders tensed before she could stop the reaction. “I don’t know—”
“Honey, I may be slow, but I’m not stupid.”
“I never said you were—”
“Not that I’m complaining, ’cause I’m not. Believe me.”
She gazed up at him. Saw a look of supreme satisfaction flirting around his mouth, the lazy amusement in those deep brown eyes, even felt the residual energy pinging around the room.
The man bounced back fast.
“You’re not going to ruin good sex by annoying me, are you?” she asked.
“It was great, and no.” He folded his arms behind his head and propped his neck up even higher. “But we are at a point where we have two options.”
“You might want to keep in mind where I’m sitting and how easy it would be to castrate you.”
He glanced down. “I am fully aware.”
Full, all right, and with the stamina of a college boy. His skills were endless. “Are you suggesting we go a second round?”
“Believe it or not, I’d prefer that to talking about Henderson.”
Knocking Noah stupid with sex did not seem to work. But she was not ready to talk. Not done feeling. “Me, too.”
Chapter Ten
N oah’s grin bloomed into a full smile. “That saves me the trouble.”
“Of begging?”
“Having to say Henderson over and over until you break down and throw yourself at me.”
“Uh, yuck. The man is dead, after all.”
“It’s amazing what a woman will do to evade a conversation she doesn’t want to have, isn’t it?”
This time Lexy smiled. Little did Noah know the flood of happiness inside her came from him, not from avoiding a tough discussion. She could not stop the giddy feeling.
“That’s your theory?” she asked.
“Consider it a proven fact at this point.”
“Say it once and we’ll see.”
One of Noah’s eyebrows shot up. “Really?”
“Test your theory and see if you get me to jump.”
“A challenge.”
“Up for it?”
He glanced at his lower half. “Henderson.”
She crawled up the bed, up Noah’s body, until she straddled his trim hips. If Noah thought this was a game or just some physical reaction on her part—good. He did not need to know her heart was as invested as her sensitive skin.
“It feels naughty to use a dead guy as an aphrodisiac,” she said.
“Don’t say it that way.”
“Isn’t that what we’re doing?” She sort of needed Noah to say no to that one or the mood was sure to wither.
“I don’t need anything but you.” Noah’s body picked that moment to stage a live demonstration. “No photos, movies, diagrams, or names.”
“Let’s see just how hard you can get.” With her breasts pressed against his chest, she leaned down and kissed him.
And wondered what took her so long to get back into this position. It felt right. He felt right.
Their lips fused together as if their bodies had never been apart. Wet, warm, and so inviting, his mouth moved over hers in a kiss so deep it pulsed through her nervous system.
When she broke away, he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close. “Not yet.”
A second kiss followed the first. This one more desperate, harder, needier than the last. All the longing and frustration broke open and spilled through her—through him—as if her mind and heart had been waiting for this moment to burst to life again.
“Take your dress off.” He whispered the order against her lips.
If she was going to cede control, she wanted to do it this way. Naked, in bed, having sex with Noah.
She sat up, deliberately pushing her lower body against his erection. “You sure?”
“Keep that up and I’ll rip that thing off you,” he growled out.
“I like this dress.” She reached behind to the tie around her neck.
“I’d like it better off.”
While she struggled with the knot, he tunneled his hands up her skirt to lay against her bare thighs. “What the hell?”
“Something you weren’t expecting?”
He bunched the skirt in his fist and held it up near her waist to peek underneath. The move exposed her naked legs and most every other part of her lower body. “You’re not wearing underwear.”
“Sure I am. It’s just small.” She tried to kiss his chin, but he was too busy looking at the area between her legs.
“I don’t see…ah, there it is.” With his lips buried in her throat, his fingers slid up until they reached the tiny triangle of black lace that lay over the very heat of her.
“Told you.” The dress ties loosened and fell down and across his shoulders.
“I want to see.”
“My underwear?”
“Everything.”
She felt a tug, heard the screech of her zipper, before the front half of her dress eased away from her body. Cool air blew across her, causing her bare skin to pucker.
“Like that sexy little tattoo.” He peeled down the front of her dress and lifted her breasts out of the built-in bra.
“My underwear doesn’t cover it.”
“It’s been a long time.”
“Not that long.”
“Speak for yourself.”
His tongue swirled around her nipple, wetting and arousing until shivers convulsed her shoulders. While his mouth caressed her skin, his hands finished off the zipper and pushed the dress down to her waist.
She shifted her hips until the scrap of underwear rubbed against his cock. “I bet we could make love without taking off another piece of clothing.”
“Have before.”
Memories hit her from every direction. Making love in cars, on tables, in a restaurant bathroom, and in the conference room at work. She always had a healthy attitude about the more fundamental part of the relationship. With Noah she could experiment at will. He never balked. Never said no. Never judged or made her feel dirty.
“I want to see you,” he said in a rough, sexy voice.
“You first.”
He lifted his polo up and off. “Now your turn. I want all of you.”
A thought floated through her mind. The one issue that could put a quick and not-so-satisfying ending to the evening. “I don’t have anything.”
He was too busy nibbling on her breasts, weighing them in his hands, to look up. “Uh-huh.”
“Protection. Condoms.” She tugged on a piece of his hair until he turned his face to hers.
“What?”
“I’m not taking anything. We can’t—”
“Bathroom.” He plunged his hands down the back of her open dress and over the skin exposed by her thong. “In my Dopp kit on the sink.”
“Come prepared, did you?”
“Two months, Lexy.” He held up fingers to emphasize his point. “A man will grab on to any possibility after two months of depending on his own hand for a little relief.”
She cupped his face in her hands and treated him to another kiss. This one, in part, a thank-you for the resourceful side of him.
“You poor thing,” she said with as much fake concern as she could muster over the thrill zinging around inside her.
He lifted her off him and patted
her butt. “Get the condoms and take that dress off.”
“Wow. One blow job and you get demanding.”
“Or we could talk about why you’re in Utah…” He let his voice trail off before he winked at her.
“You play dirty.”
“Baby, I will do anything, say anything, to get inside you and be with you again.”
That was all it took. A few words and her body grew all dewy and ready. Seeing his tan body sprawled on white sheets, naked with a full erection, only made her more wet and more willing.
To torture him, she shimmied out of her dress, shaking her hips from side to side as she slid the blue silk down to puddle on the floor. All that remained was a swath of see-through black lace and the tiny palm-tree tattoo right above the junction of her pelvis and thigh.
Noah did not hide his appreciation as his gaze wandered down her body and settled on her lower half. “Take it all off, Lexy.”
She grabbed the condom box so fast she knocked the rest of his toiletries kit onto the floor. His toothpaste landed in the toilet.
“What was that splash?” he asked.
She dumped a packet on his stomach. “Did you really want me to take the time to find out?”
“I’ll buy a new whatever it is.”
She hooked her thumbs through the thin string of her underwear and pulled them off. The temptation to hide that had hit with her other men passed right on by when she was with Noah. When she straightened up, she stood open and ready.
This was Noah. He knew her, had cherished her body so many times that he knew it as well as she did.
“You are so damned beautiful.” A mix of awe and lust thickened his voice.
He never failed to make her feel desired. And when his body responded, when his attention focused solely on her, she wanted to believe in him. To give him time to open up and trust her. But this moment was not about forever. This was about sex and a release of tension.
She threw one leg over him, bringing her sex in direct contact with his. “Is this what you wanted?”
“It’s a start.” He traced his fingertip over her tattoo with a reverence that made her breath catch.
When his palm traveled to her center, then down and just inside her, smiling was the last thing on her mind. Tiny fire-bursts exploded behind her eyes as her head fell back and his finger circled her most sensitive area.
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