Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 116232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
How the hell did he expect my brain to function when he had his hands on me? I uttered the only word I could remember. “What?”
“You got so worked up watching, you put your hand here, didn’t you?” The hand he’d rested on my thigh moved, sliding over the thin fabric of my leggings until it was nestled between my legs and cupping me.
I let out an excited sound of surprise, one that was tinged with need.
Thank God his question was rhetorical because my voice abandoned me. He sensed it, because a wicked smile curled at the ends of his lips.
“It wasn’t enough, though, was it?” he asked. “You didn’t get to come.”
I pressed my lips together and gave the slightest shake of my head. Why did it seem like my answer pleased him?
Because he wants to be the one to do it.
When his hand moved, grinding against my needy clit, it pulled a whiny moan from the depths of my body. My hands curled around the edge of the cold countertop, holding on against the onslaught of pleasure.
“I know I shouldn’t be doing this,” he said, although it sounded like a lie. His fingers dragged across the center seam of my leggings. “Do you want me to stop?”
Once again, I shook my head, and that pleased expression that made him look so damn sexy flashed across his face.
“Take off your pants,” he commanded, “so I can give you what you need.”
All the air swept out of my lungs.
He was so different from the last time we’d been together. He’d been putting on a front before, hiding his true self so his aggression didn’t scare me away. But now I’d seen behind the curtain, and I was grateful. Because this dominant version of Noah?
It was incendiary.
I didn’t know how I was able to move because the excitement radiating inside my core made me shake, but I kept my gaze fixed on him and slipped my hands beneath the tight waistband of my leggings. He stepped back, giving me space to bend at the waist and slowly peel the clinging fabric down.
Every new, bare inch of skin I exposed to him made my pulse climb higher.
He watched me with a discerning eye, like I was a student demonstrating something newly learned for an instructor. I tugged the fabric free from one ankle and then the other, discarding my pants in a wad on the tile floor I’d planned to mop later.
When I straightened, I was naked from the waist down, and I bit my bottom lip as Noah’s gaze focused on the bare cleft between my legs. I wasn’t overly bashful about my body, but we were in his kitchen, where bright afternoon sunlight seemed to stream in from every window.
What if his neighbors saw?
Wouldn’t you like it if they did?
Heat burned in his eyes as his gaze rose to meet mine, and the intensity of it was so hot, I licked my dry lips, feeling parched. He moved abruptly, sliding his hands under my arms, and lifted until he had me seated on the countertop.
I gasped at the cold stone against my bare skin, but it didn’t slow him down. His hands snaked under my shirt and tugged it up. I had to raise my arms to let him pull it over my head, and I held in the sigh of satisfaction I wanted to make. There was something I loved about being undressed by a guy.
With my shirt gone, all that was left was my white bralette. It was simple, but skimpy, and I’d chosen it this afternoon hoping I’d get an opportunity to show it to him. He moved to stand between my parted legs, and when his hand gripped my breast through my bra, I arched into his touch.
My skin was hot everywhere except where it touched stone, and my vision hazed with lust. I was no longer in control of my body—maybe I’d handed command over to him. And he wanted complete control, because when I reached to pull him into a kiss, he stepped back to prevent it.
“Lie down,” he ordered. “On your back.”
I pushed out a shallow breath.
The island wasn’t small, and the countertop was empty, so there was enough room for me to do it, but . . . holy shit. I’d never fooled around out in the open like this, and my pulse roared like a runaway train.
He stood beside the counter, waiting for me to comply, wearing all his clothes and an impatient look. It was as if my failure to move had put us behind his schedule. God, it was seriously hot, and I was eager to please, so I pulled my legs up and turned to the side, making it easy to lie back.
The cold countertop pressed against my bare skin, causing me to release a quiet hiss, but Noah didn’t let it distract him from his mission. He loomed at the edge of the island, his gaze sweeping over me as if assessing where he’d like to start.