He did as she asked, toeing off his sneakers, removing his socks and peeling his shirt over his head. Leaving his jeans on as directed, he lowered himself to the chair and waited for her to choreograph the next move.
She scooted off the bed and slowly strolled toward him, the hem of her gown flirting around her slender thighs, teasing his senses. Lust rippled through him, heightening to an excruciating hunger when she came to a stop a few feet away from him, prolonging his need to touch her.
She wet her lips with her tongue. "Can you see the closet mirrors and the mirror over the dresser?" she asked.
He glanced from the closet to the dresser, realizing just how strategically she'd placed his chair. He had an unobstructed view of the two of them, at different angles. "I see the mirrors." He swallowed thickly, in near pain at the throbbing pressure taking up residence in his pants. "And I see you and me reflected in them, too."
She smiled in satisfaction. "Perfect."
He tipped his head, going along with her charade. "And why's that?"
"I want to watch you when I make love to you sitting on that chair, and you'll get to do the same."
Hedonistic images projected in his mind, of the two of them intimately entwined in the heat of passion. He groaned, knowing the fantasy would soon become reality, with both of them being voyeurs to each other's pleasure, and their own.
"All you have to do is tell me what you want, and it's yours." Her fingers glided over the full swell of her breasts, then she toyed with the thin strap holding up her sexy gown. "Would you like me to strip for you?"
"No, not yet." Refusing her request tested his restraint, but he knew how one look at her naked body could make him rush headlong into a quick tryst. Tonight, he wanted to take his time with her, wanted to savor and enjoy her playful, uninhibited behavior. "Though I would like to know if you're wearing any panties."
"The negligee didn't come with any." She shrugged, feigning an innocence that turned him on even more. "Was I supposed to wear a pair?"
Undeniable excitement pulsed through him. "Sweetheart, I'll take you just the way you are, which makes it nice and convenient for me." He crooked a finger at her, inviting her closer. "I want you to come here and sit on my lap."
She glided across the space separating them, and instead of sitting sideways on his thighs like he expected, she settled her bottom against his groin and leaned her back against his naked chest. Looking into the mirror in front of him, he could easily see how her legs were positioned primly between his, with her feet flat on the floor and her knees locked together in a shy, modest manner that contradicted her vixen appearance and actions.
The back of her head came to rest on his shoulder, and she turned her face toward his, a sinful smile on her lips. "Is this okay?"
He settled his hands on her waist, just because he'd waited too long to touch her. And he wanted to make sure she stayed put. "It's not quite what I had in mind, but I'll make do." Wedging his feet in between hers, he draw her knees apart, spreading her legs wide open for him. The silky material of her gown draped along her thighs and covered all her feminine secrets, but not for long.
He buried his lips against the side of her neck, and moved them up to her ear. "Look in the mirror, Natalie," he said, and placed his hands on her thighs.
She obeyed, watching as he gradually slid the hem of her negligee upward until he'd exposed the soft, swollen lips of her sex. His entire body constricted with a sizzling stroke of heat, and he lightly ran his fingers through the dark blond curls covering her mound.
"Mmm, absolutely perfect," he said, his tone low and rough with arousal.
She squirmed restlessly on his lap, her breathing deepening. "Noah-touch me."
He knew what she wanted. Knew what she needed. But she'd been the one to suggest something erotic tonight, and he wasn't about to let her off so easily. "There's something incredibly exciting about watching a woman pleasuring herself," he murmured as he brushed his lips against her jaw and let his hands drift up her arms. "I want to watch you touch yourself. Everywhere."
Hooking his thumbs beneath the straps holding up her gown, he slid them over her shoulders and down her arms. The shimmery fabric pooled around her slim waist, revealing her taut, heavy breasts to both of their gazes. Her large, darkly flushed nipples pulled tight with desire. With her wanton and naked on his lap and with longing darkening her eyes, she was the very essence of feminine sexuality.
And she was all his.
"God, you're so damned beautiful," he murmured, in awe of her grace, elegance and sensuality. Taking her hands, he flattened her palms on her breasts and helped knead the supple flesh with their entwined fingers until she picked up a rhythm she liked best. She moaned in protest when his hands drifted away to let her take over on her own.
"Do whatever feels good," he coaxed, and groaned when she rolled the tips of her breasts between her fingers and pinched them just hard enough to make her breath catch and her back arch into her hands.
And that's all it took for her to lose herself in the provocative fantasy he'd spun and to embrace her body's restless needs, to satisfy the carnal cravings he knew had her so on edge. Her palms skimmed lower, and he watched, completely captivated, as her fingers fluttered along the inside of her splayed thighs, and finally delved through her damp curls and into her wet heat with a long, slow stroke that made her gasp, shudder, and come apart.
Her head fell back, and a soft, wrenching cry escaped her throat as her orgasm hit, hard and intense. Her hips rocked into her fingers, and her bottom rubbed against his rock-hard erection, forcing him to grit his teeth to keep from coming with her.
Giving her a few moments to float down from her high, he brushed his lips along her flushed cheek and gently fondled her breasts to maximize her pleasure until the last of the shock waves rippling through her body receded. Finally, she went lax against him, her lashes fluttered back open, and she met his gaze in the mirror with a lazy, replete smile.
Turning her head to look up at him, she lifted a hand and trailed her fingers along his jaw. "My plan was to have my way with you."
Catching her wrist in a gentle hold, he brought her hand to his mouth so he could deliberately nibble and lick the taste of her off her fingers. "Here's your chance," he murmured with a wicked grin. "Finish undressing me."
Obeying his request, she slid to the floor in front of him. She removed her gown, tossed it aside, and pushing his knees open, she moved in between. Slowly, deliberately, she eased the tab of his zipper down and over the thick shaft stretching tight the front of his jeans, then she grasped the waistband and pulled both his pants and briefs down his legs and off, leaving him just as naked as she was.
Wetting her lips with her tongue as if he were a sensual feast she was about to devour, she encircled his hard length with her soft, slender fingers and squeezed his erect flesh. A drop of pre-come appeared, and she used her thumb to spread the silky bead of moisture over the broad tip of his penis and along the ridge of his shaft. His stomach muscles flexed, his cock pulsed in response, and a lustful groan rumbled in his chest, encouraging her to continue.
The sweetest, most seductive smile appeared on her lips. "Now it's your turn to watch," she said, and took him into her mouth.
He sucked in a swift breath as the overwhelming sensations of slick heat and electrifying pleasure overwhelmed him. With effort, he dragged his gaze back to the mirror, taking in the woman kneeling in front of him and the erotic vision he was a part of. As she swayed forward to take him deeper, her hair swept across her cheek, blocking his view. Caught up in the fantasy she'd created, he gathered the soft strands into his fist and drew it away from her face, giving him an unobstructed view of her making love to him in such a generous way.
The last time she'd pleasured him, he'd believed it was all a lascivious dream. Now he enjoyed every bit of reality-of having her soft lips surrounding him, mouth suckling, and her wet tongue lapping and swirling from the base of his shaft, all the way u
p to the sensitized tip- until his climax sizzled just below the surface and the exquisite stimulation was too much for him to bear.
Groaning roughly, he tightened his fingers in her hair and pulled her away. She glanced up at him with dark eyes that questioned his reasons for stopping her when it was clear she would have gladly taken him all the way.
"I want to be inside of you when I come," he said, the answer coming from the depths of his soul, the longing to be buried in her tight heat and warmth both an emotional and physical need. "Straddle my waist and ride me, Natalie."
She reached over to the dresser and grabbed the small square packet she must have put there before he arrived. She quickly sheathed him with the condom, then stood, widening her stance and moving over his thighs so she could sit astride his lap. With her hands gripping his shoulders and him guiding his shaft into her body, she slowly lowered herself, taking him inch by excruciating inch, until she was completely seated on his thighs and he was buried to the hilt.
She sighed but didn't move, and he understood the need to savor the moment, the perfection of their joining, the utter closeness, and the way she clasped him so tightly. Opening his mouth against her throat, he lazily licked her skin and dragged his hands down her smooth back. Once he reached her bottom, he pulled her tighter, deeper against him.
She gasped and arched, and he moved his hands to her lush breasts, pushing them up high so he could take them into his mouth. He laved her nipples, grazed them with his teeth and parted his lips to take as much of her as he could. Her fingers speared through his hair to hold him close, and he suckled her, hard and strong. With a broken whimper she began to move on him, hips gyrating, body rocking rhythmically, and he let her set the pace.
He lifted his head and caught their reflection, their bodies naked and entwined in the throes of passion. "Look in the mirror, Natalie, and watch as we make love," he urged huskily.
She did, her eyes a smoky shade of blue as she met his gaze in the mirror, then took in their intimate position. Her lips were parted as she panted for breath, her face flushed from arousal, and he strummed his fingers from her shoulder to her waist, causing her to shiver in response.
He couldn't wait much longer, and wanted her to be with him when he came. "Send us both over the edge," he rasped, and bucked upward, prompting her to move as well.
She picked up his rhythm, matching him thrust for thrust, and the pleasure between them grew, driving them both higher. A desperate, keening sound escaped her as the heat and friction escalated. Seemingly needing more, she wrapped one arm around his neck, aligning their bodies from chest to groin, and used her other hand to frame his face as she lowered her head and captured his mouth in a deep, hot, tongue-tangling kiss that mimicked the fast, hard, frantic mating of their bodies.
The intensity was too great, the tumult of emotions he harbored for this woman too overwhelming, and Noah felt himself falling headlong into a searing orgasm that ripped through him like an electrical shock. And then she was moaning into his mouth, and he felt her convulsing around his shaft, milking him, shuddering with the force of her own release as she gave herself over to him in every way that mattered.
Natalie woke up in the middle of the night with a start, her body flinching as if someone had physically jolted her awake. Her heart pounded hard in her chest and she was trembling from the inside out. It took her a moment to realize that she was safe in bed with Noah, and that being chased through dark alleys to a dead-end street had all been a bad dream.
A very realistic dream, she couldn't help but acknowledge, one that had taken on nightmarish qualities that even now, despite being fully aware of her safe surroundings, made her shudder. The man in her dream who'd chased her had taken on the face of the guy who'd been watching her at the restaurant the day before, and that in itself bothered her. She'd been running desperately, trying to escape him. The fear she'd experienced in her dream had been distinct and stifling, and continued even now as she tried to make sense of it all.
Unbidden, a brief image flashed in her mind, of walking beside Noah and her being pursued by the same man in her dream. More disjointed glimpses appeared, of her fleeing Noah's embrace in a panic. Blindly running across the street. Hearing the slam of brakes and the sickening impact of being hit by a car.
Then she remembered nothing else, though those images felt real and familiar. She tried to conjure more recollections, something that would better explain what she'd envisioned, but all she got for her effort was more fragmented pieces to add to the already complex puzzle in her mind.
There was no doubt that she was recalling flashes of her accident, and she couldn't help but wonder if the man she'd seen at the restaurant had a link to her past somehow. And what if he wasn't only a part of her nightmare, but was connected to her reality, as well? She desperately wanted to remember details, but a part of her was also afraid of knowing the truth for fear that the sense of security she'd come to know with Noah might shatter, leaving her to flounder all on her own.
Doubts and uncertainties mingled with the other disturbing emotions her dream had evoked, and she huddled beneath the warm weight of the blankets, as if the covers could protect her from the oppressive thoughts and haunting visions tumbling through her head.
Noah shifted beside her, his hand absently sliding across the strip of cool sheet separating them. A frown furrowed his brow, and he blinked his eyes open. His expression relaxed when their gazes met in the shadowed darkness, an intimate, soothing connection that instantly eased the tension from her body.
"Natalie?" he murmured sleepily, and came up on his arm to get a better look at her, which caused the sheet to fall to his lean waist. He must have sensed her distress, because concern flashed across his expression. "Honey, are you okay?"
The man had the uncanny ability to know when she needed him the most. His presence. His internal strength. And his intuitive ability to calm her when she felt so close to falling apart. "I had a bad dream," she told him, and heard the quiver in her own voice.
"Want to tell me about it?" he asked.
No, she really didn't, mainly because there was so much she didn't understand, and she suspected she'd look like an idiot trying to explain what she, herself, couldn't make sense of. So, she gave him a brief summary, just enough to satisfy his curiosity. "The only thing I can remember is being chased by a man, and I couldn't escape him." And she was so grateful that she'd woken up before he'd captured her, because she didn't want to think about what fate he might have had in store for her.
Awareness glimmered in his gaze, making her wonder if he knew the significance of her dream. Then he lifted the covers, beckoning her to his side of the bed. "C'mere and let me hold you," he whispered.
She couldn't refuse something so elemental, the need to be held and comforted. She scooted over to him, welcoming the shelter of his arms surrounding her. Snuggling close to his warm, naked body, she draped her thigh over his and rested her head on his chest. She inhaled deeply, and the male scent of him soothed her frazzled nerves and relaxed her, as did the absent way his hand stroked along her side and over the curve of her waist.
"Are you sure you're ready to go back to work tomorrow night?" he asked a few minutes later, his tone low and gruff.
His question didn't surprise her, because she knew how much he objected to her returning to work so quickly after the accident. She glanced up at him, taking in his gorgeous features, that sexy mouth that could curve into an irresistible grin as well as do incredible, wicked things to her body. "Is there a valid reason why I shouldn't?"
He looked mildly annoyed with her argument. "You know I think it's too soon, and after what happened at the restaurant this afternoon with that guy, I'm thinking you might need more time."
And she'd use that time to sit at home and contemplate what she couldn't remember. Ugh. "We've already talked about this, Noah. I have to go back, for me." She refused to be a victim to unexplainable fears, and she needed to move forward with her life,
despite her memory loss. "I feel good physically, and it's only for a few hours."
He sighed, the release of breath ruffling her hair. "You know I had to ask."
"Yeah, I know." Stifling a grin, she placed a kiss on his jaw then laid her head back on his chest, amused by his attempt to be gruff when she knew he was as soft as a marshmallow inside. His caring and tender attitude toward her was what she adored about him, despite how overbearing he could be at times. No wonder she'd fallen in love with him and agreed to be his wife.
Love. The word resonated in her chest, filling it full with the rich, precious emotion, along with the security of belonging to someone else.
It was the first time she'd thought of Noah in terms of love since being diagnosed with her amnesia, but the sentiment felt perfectly right, as did being a part of Noah's life.
She sighed, and cuddled closer, so very grateful that at least her relationship with him, and their future together, was something she could believe in and trust. Grateful, too, that this incredible man made her feel so safe and secure when everything else seemed so muddled and uncertain.
Chapter Eight
Natalie slipped a new drink order behind the bar to Murphy, then loaded her tray with a fuzzy navel and two bottles of beer to deliver to another table in the establishment. She scooped up a bowl of peanuts and gathered a few extra napkins just as Gina sidled up next to her at the bar to place a drink order of her own.
"You have new customers at table nine and fourteen," she said, slanting Natalie a quick, attentive glance. "Would you like me to take their orders for you?"
Natalie had only been on her shift for about thirty minutes, but within sixty seconds of working the floor she'd known that she was going to have to prove to her co-worker and boss that she was fully capable of handling her job-no coddling necessary. Unfortunately, she hadn't quite convinced them that she was more than ready to tackle a three-hour shift, and that her partial memory loss wouldn't affect her getting the job done.
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