Noah stood like a statue, surprise creasing his forehead. A slow smiled pulled at his full lips. “I’ll let Mr. Bishop know we won’t be staying,” he said as he reached for the remote radio.
“You do that,” Catherine said as she gave him a seductive wink of her eye. “I’ll flag us down a cab.”
Chapter 15
Noah spent the entire cab ride back to Catherine’s apartment thinking about making love to her the entire night. Slow, sweet, hot, passionate love, kissing, holding, touching for the next eight hours.
They sat an arm’s length, neither saying a word but the sexual tension was monumental. She sat beside him with her legs slightly askew. She was chewing on the fingers of her left hand, sucking her fingers past her lips, slowly in and out. Her other hand skated from one thigh to the other, teasing the soft flesh. Her breathing was heavy, her breath coming in low, deep pants.
Noah palmed his own hand across his crotch, the gesture quick and brief as he adjusted the length of steel that had hardened in his pants. It took every ounce of his fortitude not to take her right there in the backseat of that taxi. By the time he’d paid the driver, Catherine was already going through the doors of her apartment building, the voluptuous shimmy of her backside beckoning him to her.
The elevator doors were closing as he raced into the building behind her and for a brief moment he contemplated running up the stairs. Instead, he leaned on the elevator buttons, willing it to come back down and come back fast. By the time the conveyor dropped back down to the first floor he felt like he might explode from wanting.
The ride upstairs seemed to take forever. All Noah could think of was losing himself deep inside of her. Then melting beneath the heat of her until he was a mere semblance of himself, Catherine claiming every ounce of his being. Once inside the penthouse apartment, he tossed his jacket aside and kicked off his shoes. A wide smile blossomed across his face as he followed the trail of clothes that led him to her.
She’d done a striptease from the front door to the bedroom, leaving her coat and high heels in the foyer. Her blouse and slacks lay puddled down the length of hallway. Her panties rested at the bedroom door and her lace bra hung on the doorknob. Noah inhaled two deep breaths before he turned the latch and pushed the door open.
Catherine lay atop the mattress, the bedding snatched to the floor, a pile of pillows propped behind her head. Her legs were crossed at the ankles, her arms were folded over her chest, and she twisted strands of pearls between her lips. Noah’s body began to tingle with a vengeance, the wealth of it a volcanic mass between his legs. By the time he made it to the side of the bed he’d stripped out of the last of his own clothes, standing naked before her, a condom covering the length of steel between his legs.
Reaching out his arm, Noah placed the palm of his hand against her face, his fingers gently caressing her soft flesh. Lifting one knee onto the mattress and then the other, he gazed into her eyes and whispered her name over and over again.
“I love you, Cat,” he said just before he leaned forward and pressed his mouth to hers. He pulled her closer as their lips danced together, their tongues meeting and playing gently together. The kiss was warm and delightful as his hands slid into her hair, his tongue delving deeper as their connection intensified.
He felt possessed as he sucked and nibbled and tasted her mouth, his body dropping down against hers. He held her tight as he pressed her down against the mattress top, his chest kissing the round of her breasts, his hands sliding down her back to clutch the curves of her bottom.
He felt his body spasm as she slid one leg up against his, sliding it and then the other around his back. His mouth moved to her neck, nuzzling, kissing and suckling the soft tissue, his hands still squeezing and rubbing her skin. He licked her earlobe and whispered into her ear, “I love you, Cat.”
Catherine inhaled sharply and moaned the words back as he hit her sweet spot, the intensity of his touch setting her afire. He licked her neck then covered her breasts with his mouth. He sucked each nipple, swirling circles with his tongue as the chocolate nubs hardened beneath his teeth.
His body eased down the length of hers, his hands dancing across her belly, his tongue teasing the well of her belly button. Her skin was hot, the heat raising his own temperature. She trembled and he trembled with her, every fiber of his being quivering with desire as he kissed his way down to her mound.
The intimate kiss had her writhing with pleasure, her body feeling like it was about to implode. He kissed, licked and sucked until she was tottering at the edge of pleasure. His touch was hedonistic, his kisses carnal and indulgent, and then he moved back up her body as if he intended to start all over again.
Catherine’s breathing was static as she gasped for air, panting heavily. Moisture puddled between her thighs and breasts, perspiration showering her skin. His touch was intoxicating, and she was drunk with desire, a feeling she’d never known.
Noah rose up on his forearms to stare down at her. “Open your eyes,” he said, his soft tone commanding. And she did, meeting his intoxicating stare.
Everything either needed was in the other’s gaze. The wanting, the intensity, the promise. The magnitude of their connection moving them both to tears. Noah tilted his face into the palm of her hand as she brushed the saline from his cheek.
“I love you!” he exclaimed again, the words catching deep in his chest as he plunged his body into hers. And it was the echo of those same words out of Catherine’s mouth that fueled his intensity as he thrust his body hard against hers, their eyes still locked tightly together.
The moment was magic as his body dissolved into hers, his hardened muscles melting like molten lava against her touch. She welcomed him in, the walls of her feminine spirit embracing him. His touch was soul deep, her muscles drawing him deeper and deeper until she cried out, chanting the same mantra he did. “Oh, Noah, baby! I love you, too!”
They orgasmed together. Both their bodies tensing, everything seeming to stop for a second. And then it hit, the explosion magnanimous, the shock waves raging from head to toe. Together they rode the waves together, clinging tightly to each other. And for the rest of the night, Noah worked that Stallion magic over and over again, every dream in his heart come true.
* * *
“You actually took a vacation?” Camille questioned, disbelief ringing in her voice.
Catherine smiled into her cell phone as if her best friend could see her. “I did. Noah took me to Paris for the week.”
“Noah Stallion took you to Paris, and you actually went?”
“Why do you say it like that?”
“I’m just trying to figure out what kind of voodoo that man worked on you.”
“Really, Camille?”
“I’m just saying.”
“Did you get my text message? I sent you a picture.”
“Hold on,” Camille said. “You know I can’t walk and chew gum at the same time. My belly’s too big.”
“That’s why we have the latest and greatest technology. Look at your text.”
“Hold on,” Camille said, the phone fumbling in her hand.
Catherine heard her friend gasp, then scream loudly on the other end. She laughed hysterically.
“Is that a ring on your hand?”
Catherine giggled.
“You’re engaged?”
“Yes, I am marrying Noah Stallion!” she exclaimed excitedly, telling the story of how he’d proposed.
“Unbelievable!”
“It was magical!”
Noah suddenly stood in the doorway, having found the bed empty and cold. A hint of sleep still teased his eyes. His expression was questioning. Catherine grinned, her smile bright.
“Call me later, Camille,” she said. “I need to handle some business.”
Camille laughed. “So what else is new?” she said facetiously. “Some things never change.”
“Goodbye, Camille.”
As Catherine disconnected the call, she locked
eyes with Noah.
“What’s on our agenda today?” he asked, rubbing at his eyes with the backs of his hands.
Catherine eased to his side, wrapping her arms around his waist as she settled her naked body against his.
“Us, baby! Nothing but us!”
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ISBN-13: 9781460382011
STALLION MAGIC
Copyright © 2015 by Deborah Fletcher Mello
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