(Indigo Lounge #3) Spiral (12 page)

“I’m pretty sure there are condoms somewhere down here but I don’t have time to search. But, sweetheart, we won’t make it upstairs if you keep rubbing that sweet cunt on me like that. So be a good girl and hang on a few minutes, okay?”

“What if I don’t want to be a good girl?” She flexed her hips once more, the heat in his eyes and the urgency of his breathing empowering her in a way she hadn’t felt empowered in a long time.

He took another step toward the stairs. “Then you’ll find yourself ass up, face down in front of the fire getting the slowest, rawest roasting of your life.”

Her breath hitched and her fingers clenched in his hair at the frank, potent image his words evoked.

He stopped and one brow slowly lifted. “Is that what you want?”

Leia wanted him so badly that she almost said yes. But she also had a feeling going slow the first time would drive her insane. “I’ll behave. For now.”

He laughed and carried on walking, swiftly scaling the stairs and turning into a wide hallway with two doors. He entered the right doorway and over his shoulder, Leia saw the room opposite.

She gasped but barely managed to say a word before she was sailing through her air. Her back hit the bed and she bounced once before Noah stayed her with a splayed hand on her belly.

“We’ll explore the rest of the place later. Right now I need to fuck you more than I need to breathe.” He started to lift her top, then paused. “Are you ready?” he asked and she saw questions in his eyes.

Her inadvertent confession about her past still lingered in the air. “I’m fine, Noah. I promise.”

He continued to stare down at her, his nails slowly tracing the skin above her navel, sending goose bumps racing over her body. “Once you’re naked, once I get my mouth on you, I won’t let you go,” he warned.

She grabbed the bottom of her top and slid it over her head, baring herself from the waist upwards.

His fierce growl echoed around the room. “Fuck, baby, you won the race fair and square. But please don’t drive me over the edge before I get the chance to pleasure you a little.”

In answer, she hooked her thumbs into her leggings, ready to tug them off. He stopped her with a hard grip.

“Leia!”

“Yes?”

“Slow the fuck down.”

Her eyes dropped to the hard, thick bulge between his legs and she squirmed on the bed. “But I want you now.”

Bending forward, he kissed her. Slowly, teasing his mouth over hers, then catching her lower lip between his teeth, making her squirm harder.

“When we fuck, I will pull your hair and grab your throat. I will dig my fingers into you and use my teeth. And that will be for starters. What comes after that will depend on how close you are to screaming. Because I won’t stop until I make you scream. And even then, Leia, I may not stop. I may be so fucking lost in your hypnotic beauty that I may go too far. If you think you can’t handle that or you’re not ready for that then walk away now. Don’t give me hope. Don’t take me to the edge and leave me there. I’ve had that happen before. It fucking tore me apart. So think very, very carefully before any more clothes come off.”

His thumbs replaced hers and he started to slide her leggings off. When he paused mid-thigh, she groaned.

“You need to learn a little patience, sweetheart. Trust that I’ll give you what you need.” He planted a hard kiss on her mouth and sat back on his heels. When she started to rise, he stopped her with a look.

“Stay.”

Swallowing, Leia relaxed against the pillows and watched him lift her feet to plant them on his chest. She flexed her toes, dug them into his pecs. A hard smile twisted his lips.

“Looks like I’m going to have a tough time taming you, my little rebel.”

“You can do whatever you want to me. I just need this...first time to be quick. Please.”

He froze. “Why?”

She shook her head, supremely conscious that she’d let yet another important piece of her brokenness through. What was it about Noah King that made her lose her senses to the point of spilling her guts?

“Answer me, Leia. Or this ends now.”

She took a deep breath and scrambled to find the appropriate words that wouldn’t make him recoil from her. “The last time I did this, it wasn’t very...satisfying. I need new memories. Please.”

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he waited, her heart in her throat, praying he wouldn’t probe deeper. Needing to distract him, she slid her feet down his chest to the rock hard plate of his abdomen.

To her relief he nodded and resumed his task of removing her clothing. “I’m all for making new memories, sweetheart. Trust me, I know a little bit about unsatisfactory sex.”

Her incredulous laugh earned her a bite just above her ankle once he’d freed her of the restrictive leggings.

“You don’t believe me?”

“You’re gorgeous. And more than adequate in the endowment area. I find it hard to believe you have bad sex.”

His fingers drifted down her inner calf, messing with her breathing some more. “Like most things in life, all it takes for bad sex to happen is a lack of proper communication. Which is why I need to hear you, loud and clear, at all times.” He planted a kiss in the crease behind her knee but his eyes were locked on hers. “And if I do something you don’t like,
Stop
is all you need to say. Try it now.”

She shook her head. “I don’t need to—”

“Say it, Leia.”

“Stop.”

His fingers dug into her upper thigh and he sucked in a breath. “Louder.”

“Stop!”

It was only as he exhaled that she realized how tense he’d grown. A thread of concern slithered down her spine, erasing a layer of excitement. Bitter experience had taught her that monsters came in different shapes and sizes. It was why she’d learn to rely on her instinct first and foremost. They were still calm where Noah was concerned but it didn’t make the concern disappear.

“Why do you need to hear it, Noah?” she asked, her pulse accelerating again when his grip eased and he began trailing his fingers down her inner thigh.

Eyes so unbelievably blue they seemed unreal darkened before his eyelids swept down. “Because I have ghosts too. Ghosts that scream very loud at times like these. I want to make sure I hear you above their noise.”

This time when she tried to get up, he didn’t protest. Raising herself on her elbow, she cupped his cheek, gloried in the roughness of his stubble as he turned his head to kiss her palm.

“Fuck me, Noah.”

His breath shuddered out. “Shit. I thought it was cute and sexy when you blushed before you said fuck. Hearing you say it like that makes me so fucking hard.”

He reefed the thermal top over his head, ruffling his thick hair in the process so it flopped over his forehead. The combination of his heart-stopping face and deep, mouth-watering chest was too much. She gasped in a euphoric breath at all that incredible maleness.

He stopped and stared at her. “What?”

“You’re breathtaking.”

A faint flush spread across his cheekbones. “I think you win the gorgeous stakes hands down, sweetheart.” He pushed her back down, his gaze drifting over her legs that were still propped on his naked chest and up over her flat belly to her breasts. He lingered there long enough for his stare to cause a heated reaction.

Her nipples puckered into hard, insistent nubs begging for the attention his eyes promised.

“Your nipples are so pretty. I want to lick them for hours.”

Her back arched in direct reaction, offering them up to him in silent plea. He refused, choosing to kiss her feet again, her ankles, her calves until he reached her thighs.

Finally he parted her and saw her underwear for the first time. Sliding his forefingers underneath the edges, he rubbed his thumb over the material.

“Interesting lingerie,” he commented.

“It’s...it’s what I do. Design them, I mean.” He raised curious eyes to her and she groaned and shook her head. “Later, please. I’ll tell you later.”

He smiled. “Just get on with it?”

“Please,” she gasped.

“You will learn patience, Leia Michaels.”

“Yes, Noah,” she responded in her most agreeable voice. Anything to make him hurry and put his hands and his mouth on her.

“Fuck. You’re determined to cut me to shreds, aren’t you?”

She frowned. “What? Why?”

He shook his head. “Never mind. We’ll explore that later, too.” He kissed the sensitive skin of her inner left thigh, his eyes fixed square on hers, absorbing her every reaction. Her mouth dropped open on a wordless gasp as he used his teeth, then his stubble on her quivering flesh.

“Do you like that?”

She nodded jerkily.

“Vocalize. I don’t hear, you don’t get.”

“Yes, I like that. I want more.”

He started to turn his head, then paused with his mouth inches above her mound. He breathed her in, swallowed hard as his eyes connected with hers.

“You smell incredible, baby. I can’t wait to taste you.”

She curbed the urge to scream for him to do it now. She was learning very quickly that fast and hard didn’t meant the same thing to him as it did to her. She would be lucky if he allowed her to come this side of sunset.

She moaned, half in frustration as he lazily kissed his way down her right thigh. Her fingers dug into the sheets, her back arching off the bed when he grazed his chin over her clit.

“God!”

Moving her hips, she tried to connect with him, desperate for the friction, hell anything to ease the pressure building inside her. She almost cried in relief when he grabbed her panties and pulled them off.

But when she started to part her thighs again, to eagerly accommodate him, he pressed her legs together.

“No!”

“Not yet, sweetheart. The way you’re feeling right now, if I use my mouth on you, you’ll come.”

She slammed her head against the pillow in frustration. “Isn’t that the whole point?”

His mocking laugh made her teeth grind. “Just a little longer, baby.”

“You really need to look up the definitions for fast and hard. What you’re doing right now is most definitely not it.”

Hard hands kept her legs together as he raised them high. Her heart hammered and a tinge of embarrassment bled into her at the knowledge that with her exposed this way, he couldn’t miss how wet or hot she was.

“Beautiful. So fucking beautiful.”

The breath she hadn’t noticed was locked in her lungs burst free. He blew a cool breath over her and she jerked. A finger slid up her entire pussy, light, barely grazing her heated flesh but she felt it in every atom of her being. He repeated he action, grazed past her clit. It wasn’t enough to send her over the edge but it was enough to make stars burst behind her closed lids.

“I can’t wait to fuck you, Leia.”

“But you are! You’re taking forever and you promised me fast and hard. I’m going out of my mind. Please, Noah. Fuck me.”

He didn’t respond. Just continued to slide his finger up and down, dragging her shameful stickiness all over her pussy while crooning beautiful words to her in that deep, low voice that added another pleasure dimension to her already-heightened state.

He finally let her legs go and reared between her thighs. Keeping his eyes on her, he slowly licked the finger slick with her wetness then slowly inserted one finger inside her. “I like hearing you beg but I won’t be hurried. You think you don’t but you need time. You need care. I don’t want this to be a quick blitz across your memory. You’re special. Your body needs to remember how special it is.” He slowly withdrew his finger and pushed it back in. Her internal muscles closed greedily around him. He groaned and his Adam’s apple moved in a hard swallow. “Will you give it a little more time? Is it worth it to you?”

“God...yes.”

“Good girl.”

He pulled out and pushed back in, this time with another finger. A shudder raced down her body. She rocked her hips, felt him stretch her and cried out.

“Dammit!”

She raised a heavy head and stared at him. The rigid look on his face made her heart stutter with apprehension. “What? Did I...did I do something wrong?”

“You want me to fuck the shit out of you. But you’re so fucking tight I seriously doubt I can get my cock more than a couple of inches inside of you.”

She whimpered. “Don’t stop. Please. It’ll be fine...”

He relaxed a fraction and a half smile twitched his mouth. “You sound so certain. Have you been experimenting, sweetheart? Stretching this sweet little cunt with your naughty toys to see how much you can take? Or did you touch yourself? When the hunger got too much, did you finger-fuck that tight paradise, desperate for relief?”

She shuddered at the dark pleasure in his tone. “Yes. I needed...something.”

“Did it help?” He pushed his fingers in and her focus hazed.

A blushed burned her face and she bit her lip and shook her head. “It wasn’t...enough. I needed more.”

“I want so very badly for you to show me but for the sake of both our sanities I think we’ll leave that for another time.”

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sing the broad width of his tongue he licked her from hole to clit, careful not to flick against her throbbing nub. But it was more than enough to drive her precariously close to the edge.

As if he sensed just how close she was, he pumped his fingers fast, once, twice, then withdrew.

Convinced she was about to die from the sheer torture, she concentrated on restoring oxygen to her severely deprived lungs and turned to watch him reached toward the side of the bed.

Locating the box of condoms on the bedside table, he ripped it open and tipped the contents onto the bed.

“That should do for starters.”

Shocked laughter fractured up through her throat. “There must be over a dozen there.”

“We have twelve hours before we fly to Vienna. I intend to spend all of it buried balls-deep inside you.”

He passed her one condom and reached for his belt. Undoing it, he slowly lowered the zipper, his face creased in a taut grimace. In one fluid move he tugged off his trousers and boxer briefs.

His cock was smooth. And straight. And long. Two thick veins ran from the base and stopped beneath his broad, golden brown head. There were no white marks around his neatly groomed crotch or hips, which meant he was no stranger to sunbathing in the nude.