by Beth Mikell
We traveled back up the beach, through the trees. My heart hadn't stopped pounding. I know he's going to touch me again...and I'm so ready.
We didn’t head for the house as I expect, but stop beside a...hammock? A quiver skated across my spine in anticipation wondering what was going through his mind--it could be anything. And I so wanted to play.
In our hidden position of palm trees and bushes, I can't see him very well without the light from the house. "I want to take you naked, baby," he whispered in that dark velvet voice I've grown to treasure and I'm on the verge of meltdown.
Noah turned me in his arms and positioned himself behind me, pulling me up tight against his body. I felt how much he wanted me, his erection digging tight into my lower back and I pressed against him until he hissed.
"You fucking drive me crazy, Reyna!" He ran his hand up my naked arms, over my shoulders and pushed my hair to one side, and his lips trailed from my shoulder, up my throat to my ear sending jarring, sensual sweetness through me. "What am I going to do with you, Ms. Lourde?"
I gasped. His mouth grazed hot sending a powerful electric jolt through my sensitive flesh. "Hopefully something unvanilla?"
He smiled against my neck and his warm chuckle filled my ear. "Why Ms. Lourde you surprise me. Have I turned you to the dark so soon?" he breathed against my lobe, his teeth bit down quick and immediately chased the sting with his tongue, sucking sweetly.
Oh! Unstoppable fire unleashed through my blood, pinpointing exactly in my center. I'm free falling...at the touch of his hands, his mouth, and tongue upon my skin--somehow forbidden and still I wanted more.
"Let's get you out of these clothes."
He peeled my cami up and off, unhooking my bra from behind, tossing them. I shivered inside the cool breeze, despite my scorching skin.
Still, he didn’t allow me to turn around and skimmed his finger along my back. "Your skin is so soft."
I'm unable to stop shaking. "Let me turn around...and touch you."
Noah leaned close. "No."
I shuddered and my blood spiked past lava, bittersweet, and razor sharp.
His hands skated across my stomach, making short work of my sweatpants and underwear as he bent down. "Step out." But, he remained squat at my back, planting a kiss on my ass.
Shit! The sensation cascaded, making a direct hit of fever to my sweet spot and I couldn't help but shift foot to foot.
"Keep still, baby." His hand traveled up my legs, parting my flesh, testing me with one finger up inside.
I cried out. "God Noah!" My legs were prepared to buckle.
"You're so ready, Reyna," he whispered, blowing against my sex from behind, working his finger through my flesh as his teeth sank down lightly into my ass.
I hissed...completely tangled in my nerves, floating inside electric shock. He licked over his sensual injury, the stubble of his face heightening each stroke as he kissed slowly down my leg, the spiky ends of his hair amping the raw sensation.
Noah stood and the coarseness of his clothing sent pinpricks of pleasure against my oversensitive skin until I sank against his chest with my head on his shoulder, withering. His hands cupped my breasts, slanting over my already beaded nipples; while zings of desire burned down through my stomach...I'm a trembling mess.
"Mine." His hand continued to twist, pull, and tease my breasts.
"Please. It's too much..." I begged I'm ready to explode.
"Oh baby...I want you shaking." He turned me in his arms, taking my lips.
His tongue swirled hot, emptying my mind of everything but him--all for his touch. He drove his tongue deep and I became a mass of moans, heated and thrashing without control. Noah's arms wrapped around me and one hand sank into my hair, fisting in the mass, pulling my head back. I stared deep into his eyes, my breath heaving. My body was definitely shaking.
"What you do to me!" He shook his head in wonder, his searing gaze full and strident. "Beautiful isn't enough for you. You're like my own personal earthly goddess...intoxicating. Lovely," he whispered, licking his tongue against my mouth, I whimpered. "You chase my demons, even handing me my ass--yet enchanting me until I can't think straight. I. Want. You. So. Damn. Much."
He released me. Noah helped me lay across the hammock, my legs dangling off the side and I swayed back and forth inside the movement. "Lay each arm over the side, baby...and hold on. Don't let go."
I couldn't envision where he's going with this, but he produced a roll of tape from his back pocket and a salacious grin appeared on his lips, waving it before me.
"Something unvanilla?"
I returned his grin with one of my own. "You're such a Boy Scout," I purred.
"And you're about to earn a merit badge, baby. Legs up and cross them at the ankles, if you please."
Noah helped me, balancing my position so I didn't fly back over my head. With his teeth, he pulled the beginning of the tape, wrapping it over and under my ankles, securing them tight, but not painful.
"Bend your knees," he said, reaching to unfasten his jeans, releasing himself.
I complied. I'm totally exposed and it's another erotic moment to the growing list of special with my gorgeous super hottie.
"Don't let go." Noah pulled my hips closer, driving into me and we both let out a guttural scream.
It's hot. Arousing. A sexy as hell kind of moment I've never experienced before. He shifted my legs up the right side of his shoulder and I tipped back, but he held me firmly.
"Hold on."
The sway of the hammock accompanied with his deep thrusts imbedded him fully into me. I couldn't move! I held onto the sides of the hammock, and my arms quivered, trembling on the edge, craving release, yet obsessed with every sweet drive of his hips. Noah filled me up until all I know or feel was him--questing the forbidden, unraveling. I am shaking, one-step above palpitation and gyrating close to another taste of his brand of sensual death.
I'm so close...so close.
"Give it to me, Reyna!"
I soared, splintering over him and he followed right behind, crying out my name, and emptying into me with a deep plunge that I swear I felt him all the way into my heart where he bloomed ardently. I snatched him up, never intending to ever let go...oh Noah.
We hung suspended until he achingly withdrew and tore the tape from my ankles, smoothing his hands over my flesh. He gently kissed over my skin, nuzzling my legs until I wanted to cry out from the beauty of his touch. Noah eased me around with tenderness, laying me horizontal in the hammock, planting a balmy kiss on my forehead. He shed his clothes quickly, rolling up beside me and entwining us with delicate care, our legs interlocking and our bodies fused together. My head was resting on his shoulder, my breathing erratic and I'm unequaled to any moment in my life.
His face was buried in my hair, kissing me. "My lovely girl...and all mine." It's the last thing I recalled before falling into an exhausted sleep inside Noah's drugging scent...sated and peaceful.
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I stretched awake, every muscle in my body a mass of languid jelly--complete and relaxed. For a second, I wondered where I was, but then remembered...a smile touching my lips. Sometime in the night, Noah gathered me up in his arms and carried me back into the house, snuggled close next to his body. I smoothed a hand out reaching for Noah, to find him propped up on his elbow looking intently down at me all sexy fucked damp, black hair with his familiar smirk hovering over his perfect mouth with a towel wrapped around his lean hips. He looked good enough to eat. How did he manage that? I'm sure my hair was a mess, morning breath and in dire need of a shower.
I smiled shyly. "Good morning."
Chapter 12
All my soul follows you, love encircles you and I live in being yours. ~ Robert Browning
"Good morning," he said his voice all silky velvet caressing over my ears.
Oh my. I'm so self-conscious to think of him watching me while I slept. The man, after all, had zero bounds and too beautiful for words. "How long have you b
een awake?"
Noah grinned. "Hmmm, long enough to know you snore, baby."
I paled, then reddened, almost speechless. "I do not snore!" I said indignantly, raising my chin and folding my arms defensively. I flushed hot with utter embarrassment, "Stop it! I do not!"
He nodded his head matter-of-factly with a serious expression in place, yet his eyes glowed with mirth. "It's true. At this rate I may be deaf before my next birthday."
My mouth dropped open, staring him down in disbelief and he laughed...it's the cutest sound in the world. I launched myself at him knocking him back on the bed and we rolled a couple times, a tangle of sheets and towel entwined around our bodies. My fingers dove into his ribs and it's worth it to see his handsome face light up with surprise and his shouts of laughter. We struggled, rolling some more inside our mingled happiness and smiles echoed throughout the room. Noah managed to subdue both my hands up over my head, our breaths heaving. It's a sexy moment...even sexier because his towel came loose...the sheet around my body dislodged and his erection pressed up hard against my leg.
"Do you give up, red?" he whispered, his grin in place but his eyes were smoldering...his mouth close.
"And if I say no? What then?" I lifted my face a fraction, my lips a teasing space from his.
Noah shrugged. "There are ways to make you."
Oh, sexy play. The man was too much--most of the time. "Threats before breakfast, Mr. Alexander. That's...kinda hot." Well...it was!
He inhaled sharply. "Insatiable Ms. Lourde? I'm a lucky man."
Noah dipped his head into my lips cutting off any reply I may have found, moving sweetly. His hands relaxed on my wrists, traveling down over my body until he hugged me close. I reveled in his taste, his tongue twisting under and over mine, so warm and savory. I moaned as fire leaped hot through my blood and I'm truly and irrevocably addicted to him.
He pulled back, so affected, but his smirk re-appeared. "Mmmm, you smell like...me," he said momentarily distracted. "But, as ready as I am to partake of your enchanting charms, Ms. Lourde, there's something I want more."
I frowned, my body reeling from sexual awareness and disappointment. "Color me surprised," I said dryly, flexing my hips against him playfully.
Noah kissed me hard on the mouth, shifting to one side to prop back on his elbow and his smile back in place. "Behave."
I pouted.
He gave me his sexy-come-hither smirk. "We need to focus on each other too, Ms. Lourde, though I'm quite happy sexing you up. I want to know behind the woman. I want to know your likes, dislikes, fears, dreams and goals...everything."
I giggled, bringing the sheet up to cover my lips and he pulled the material down with a raised brow. "Sorry, it's just that you can make a simple conversation sound so contractual, while sexy at the same time. It's adorable."
He smirk slid right up into a shy grin. "You think I'm adorable? Now we're getting somewhere. What else?"
"Oh, no, that would be telling, Mr. Alexander. I'd rather piece feed you little bits rather than inflate your ego."
Noah chuckled. "Fair enough," he said and his eyes darkened. "But just know, I think you are beautiful, sexy, smart, and funny--the most enchanting woman I've ever met. Is that telling, Ms. Lourde? Perhaps..." He reached up to caress his finger over my bottom lip.
I flushed. "You don't play fair, do you?"
"No. With you...I'll never play or fight fair."
Somehow, I knew he meant it.
Oh my. Everything south of my throat tightened in response and it's all I can do but swallow back my instant desire to launch myself at him again. I cleared my throat, hoping to stamp down my need.
"Well...I have an idea. We can each give a like and dislike, dream or goal back and forth. And I'll start."
He looked...bemused.
I looked up the ceiling, wondering what I would say. I felt too simple to be interesting--especially to him, the mogul. "I love how earthy and pungent the air smells right before a storm. But, I dislike how it's inevitable that it rains right after having my car washed and waxed. Mother nature certainly has a sense of humor." My eyes cut over to him and he's still, listening intently.
"More," he said darkly.
I smiled. "Forget it. It's your turn. Give it up."
He winked, the sexy man. "Hmmm, I enjoy extreme sports...skydiving, bungee jumping and skiing or snowboarding. Honestly...there isn't much I don't enjoy, well except for bad wine. I like the best of everything with no exception and I work hard to make that distinction. I'm good in business, making deals and strive to exceed. I also like humanitarian causes--helping those in need. Which reminds me, I have a Black and White party to go to on Friday. Will you go with me?" He took my hand and kissed my fingers against his warm lips.
I'm undone and I swallowed hard. "Hmmm, I'll have to check my schedule, Mr. Alexander," I said with a shrug. "After all, I may have another vanilla date."
His shard-like eyes darkened, glacial came to mind. "Oh really, Ms. Lourde?" He moved fast and pinned me to the bed. "And do you honestly think I'd let you go?"
Oh shit...his jealousy was hot too and my stomach flip-flopped. "No...but I love teasing you."
"Don't," he warned. "I'll punish you for that...and enjoy it." A mischievous gleam lit his eyes.
His punishment fuck comment flooded my mind and maybe I should tease him just to experience it, but his hard expression made me think twice--time to switch tack. "So, what is the party for?"
He smiled, rolling over and pulled me with him to lie over his chest. "Breast cancer." His fingers threaded through my hair in a rhythmic motion.
I'm reminded of his late wife. Sarah West. I wanted so much to ask about her, but I still think it's too soon. He hadn't offered information about her and I'm too embarrassed to ask.
"What is it?" Worry etched his handsome face.
Crap! "Nothing," I murmured, looking away.
Noah grasped my chin, turning me back to face him. "Reyna, this will only work if you're honest. Tell me."
What do I do? Tell him of my cyber stalking? What will he think of me? "I...I Googled you on Friday night." I rushed on before he can react. "I'm sorry. I wanted to know more about you. I know...you were married before." I winced inwardly, dying of mortification, blushing crimson.
He's silent for a moment, his expression unreadable to the point I'm really beginning to worry, not to mention extremely uncomfortable. However, he caressed my cheek, stifling my unease.
"I married Sarah right after graduating college. After a year of marriage, she...found a lump. We did everything humanly possible, but in the end..." he trailed off and his eyes closed only to open again bright with past pain. "In the end, she died five years ago. Even with the best doctors available, every drug, every surgery, I couldn't help her. It's taken a long, long time to...want a deeper meaning in life, Reyna. You're the first woman to make me want more. And believe me--I know what emptiness exists out there."
Whoa! What a deep revelation, I'm stunned…speechless. "Noah..."
"Shh...don't say anything now. I know it's too soon for the deep end of the pool, but I just want you to know I want more than a passing fling with you. Don't ask me to say more--not now--not yet. We are neither ready, though, having said that--I want to know if you feel the same--just in the sense of more."
He looked so vulnerable, anxious even, holding his breath for my answer. Absolute elation stole over me, bursting with excitement of being...his. "I do feel that. But, what--"
Noah covered my mouth his hand. "No more words, baby. It's enough to know you want the same. We'll take it slow...but I want a promise," he whispered, removing his hand and cupping my cheek. "I want you to be exclusively mine. No more vanilla dates. No more making me fucking pissed with worry I might lose you. I want you to want just me--and only me."
How could I not want just him? The man turned my whole world upside down in a matter of days, but God, it's too much--too soon. So many fears flooded my mind and my family--what wi
ll they say? I've never been one to jump fast--into anything.
Crap, my mother will go off on me as if a bad version of Jean Claude Van Damme meets The Terminator on steroids. After my experience with Chad, she's more than ready to Jackie Chan someone's ass without blinking an eye--she might be viewed a stuffy Brit by some, but she's got the mamma bear thing down pat--even at my twenty-seven years of age. I'm really out of my depth here, sinking fast. What did he mean by exclusive? Dating? Or...the BDSM thing?
"As in a Dom/sub relationship?" Apprehension threaded my words.
He shook his head. "No. As my girlfriend, my lover, and my steady on-call-date when the moment warrants," he admitted with a grin. "But, I will tie you up now and then." He rolled me over, hovering above me with an earnest expectation with his eyes alight with hope. "Tell me. Be mine."
Inside there isn't a moment’s hesitation. I wanted this man…however I could get him. A soft laugh escaped my lips, "Yes."
Noah inhaled sharply. "Really?"
My smile widened. "Yes really. But, I have one request."
"Name it," he said simply.
My hand slid down his hard, sinewy body and I lifted my face brushing my lips over his. "Be my lover...right now."
He gave a heavy sigh. "Well, it's a dirty job..." His mouth covered mine...engulfing my lips in a long, drugging, sexually explicit, and mind-numbing kiss.
Provocative.
His tongue licked over mine in slow, languid strokes, infusing his taste so deep he's imbedded into my cells...perhaps DNA. He's so welcome. So fresh. So...on the edge of mine I'm lost within 2.2 seconds.
Noah pulled back a breath, teasing his lips back and forth, his body pressed hard into mine. I'm teetering inside erotic drowning. "Oh, how I love your lips," I whispered. My eyes flew open. Shit! I said that aloud.
He gave a throaty chuckle. "Mmmm, Ms. Lourde, I believe that would be telling and I have to say..." he breathed, tonguing my bottom lip in a sensual swipe. "It's sexy. What else do you like?" Noah shifted pulling his delicious mouth back from mine and I pouted.