Page 29 of Catching My Dreams

Her lips curled up, and she repeated the movement, earning a deep groan from him. He spun her around so quickly that she let out a short scream, wrapping her arms tighter around his neck.

“Can’t wait much longer,” he explained as he sped toward the staircase that would lead them upstairs and to her bedroom. “I need to be inside you.”

His words sent another wave of heat to her core. She loved how desperate he sounded. And it was all for her. She held on tightly as he carried her up the stairs, every step up causing her to jostle against him in the most pleasurable way possible. He was killing her, too. Slowly and torturously.

But they finally made it to her bedroom, where Noah placed her on the bed and kneeled between her legs.

He tugged down her cotton shorts, his movements hasty and impatient, but he froze when his gaze landed on her lace underwear. He swallowed, looking pained. Instead of ripping them off like she expected him to, his fingers simply traced under the seam. The touch was maddening, so close to where she needed him but not quite near enough.

“Noah?”

“Hm?”

“Take them off.”

He nodded, his eyes still fixed on the piece of lace covering her. He pulled them down, his burning gaze staying between her legs as he carefully tugged the lace off of her. Ella would have shifted uncomfortably if it were anyone else, but Noah was looking at her too reverently for her to be embarrassed.

She was about to tell him to take off the rest of his clothes, but before she could get a word out, he had lowered his head between her thighs. The first brush of his lips on her had her back arching off the bed, but Noah’s hands gripped her thighs, keeping her in place as his warm breath teased her.

Ella gasped when his tongue swirled over her. Fire started coursing through her veins when he repeated the movement. She hadn’t known it was possible for that to feel so good. But this was Noah. He always managed to get the most intense reactions out of her, good or bad.

His tongue moved slowly over that point, again and again, and Ella had to fight to keep her hips from moving, from seeking more. And then he pushed a single finger inside her, and she couldn’t contain her moan. Her hands curled into fists, clutching desperately at her bed sheets.

“Noah.” His name was a desperate plea on her lips, a breathless gasp that betrayed how badly he affected her. And when he added another finger, she repeated his name, the word an imploration.

“Look at me, Ella,” he demanded, his mouth leaving her but his fingers not letting up the exquisite torture.

She’d closed her eyes without meaning to, and it was harder than it should have been to open them again and meet his gaze.

“Don’t take your eyes off of me,” Noah ordered, combining his command with a swipe of his thumb over her sensitive flesh.

Ella’s eyes fluttered closed at the sensation, a scream building in her throat, but he wasn’t having that. He removed his fingers, leaving her empty and wanting. Her eyes flew open, clashing with his wicked blue gaze.

“I need you to keep your eyes on me,” he said before putting the tips of his fingers in his mouth and tasting her. A groan rumbled in his throat, and the satisfied sound went straight to Ella’s core. “Can you do that for me, Ella?”

His voice was hoarse, roughened by hunger, and she didn’t think anyone could say no when he asked like that. She nodded, her teeth biting down into her lip.

His lips curved up into a grin that she would have found irritatingly smug under any other circumstance. “Good girl.”

He was such an arrogant asshole of a man, but fuck, did that phrase send a wave of heat through Ella’s body, making the next touch of his tongue all the more heavenly. She kept her eyes locked with his as he worked her toward the edge, his tongue working in time with the slow thrusts of his fingers.

Soon enough, it wasn’t slow, though. When her breaths came quicker and her legs began shaking, Noah’s movements became faster. It was embarrassing—utterly humiliating—how wet she was, how loud her moans were, how she followed his order and didn’t take her gaze off of him even once, how quickly he made her come.

She finally closed her eyes then, unable to keep them open as the building wave crested, releasing a tsunami of heat and electricity through her. His name tore through her throat in a hoarse scream. A scream that should have more than made up for the fact that she hadn’t been able to keep her promise.

And if his name falling so easily from her lips as she came wasn’t enough, surely the way her hips moved with the pulses of pleasure running through her, ceaseless and insatiable as she drew every drop of pleasure from him that she could, more than made up for it.

After the last wave died down, Ella was left a boneless, sweaty, breathless mess. “Holy shit.”

“Do you know how much I’ve regretted not doing that last time?” Noah asked, covering her body with his half-clothed one.

Ella shook her head, a small frown polluting the soft and pleased expression on her face. “Why would you regret that? We both got what we wanted last time.”

“No,” he replied quickly, almost sharply. “I should have drawn it out, made it last hours instead of minutes. I should have savored every second I had with you.” The fingers that hadn’t been inside of her brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear, and he was looking at her like she was the most gorgeous—no, the most precious—thing he’d ever seen.

Ella wished she could believe that look. And maybe in the moment, she did. Or maybe she believed it just enough not to stop what they were doing.

“You can make up for it now,” she said. It was a challenge, one she hoped he would accept. “And you can start by taking off the rest of your clothes.”

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