Page 33 of Falling for Fury

“Save your restraint for round two. Unless you don’t think you could back it up again?” My seductive tone is unrecognizable, as my words have their intended effect. His grip on my waist tightens as he moans into my mouth, and my hands grip into his hair, pulling gently.

“Is that a challenge?”

“Call it a test. Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Noah, telling me you’ll keep me up all night. Here I am hoping I don’t get a wink of sleep.”

Who is this person and what did she do with Addison?

His chuckle is deep and dripping with sexual prowess. He moves his hands, gripping me just under my ass as he pulls me away from the wall, my legs still wrapped around his waist, and he walks us over to the bed with our lips locked.

“I knew that fury and that mouth would be trouble in bed.” His devious smile should be illegal. I all but groan at the sexuality just oozing from him.

He lowers me slowly to the bed on my back, his hands caress my body through my clothes, his thumbs landing just under the swells of my breasts. My legs remain hooked behind his back, and I tighten them to bring him closer. He moves a hand from my ribs to beside my head to support his weight as he hovers over me. Eyes locked on mine, the desire I feel coursing through my veins reflected back at me. Eyes of the only person to ever truly listen to me, eyes that feel like they see exactly who I am, right to my very soul. Those damn chocolate eyes that make me want to throw caution to the wind and give him my entire being.

His free hand moves to the buttons of my pajama top, undoing the first one before he stops.

“Yes,” I whisper. Because despite the colossal mistake this will be for the health of my heart, that is not the body part in control right now.

My brain? Left the building.

A soft smile grows on his lips as his hands move from button to button, his eyes exploring my face before he lowers his head, leaving kisses along the path of my stomach in the wake of my now undone buttons.

“While there are a number of things I wish to do to you, Addison. I want to take my time exploring with you.” My heart squeezes, and every sane warning call wants me to tell him no. Despite practically demanding a round two, I want to instead tell him no, this is a one time thing, Noah, make it count. I lose my words of warning as his touch lowers, a light dust of his tongue for every kiss he leaves against my stomach.

The ache between my legs grows to the point of pain the lower his kisses go, and it’s all I can do to stop myself from grinding up his body. The deep chocolate of his eyes sear into me as he looks up from the kiss he leaves just above the waistband of my pajama shorts, the calluses of his free hand move to part my top so my breasts are exposed, and his eyes soak them in. He rises up to bring his lips flush with the stiff peak of my nipple, sucking and pulling it into his mouth, letting it go with a pop. My hands are instantly tangled in his hair, pulling, my back arching off the bed, now desperate for friction between my legs, and he releases a low and deep chuckle under his breath. “You going to lie again, shortcake, and tell me you don’t feel this between us?” Noah’s thumbs lightly graze the skin of my breast, pulling my other nipple into a pinch as his mouth restarts its trail of kisses down my stomach, to the strap of my shorts. He slowly inches my shorts down, leaving alternating kisses every inch down my thighs. It isn’t until he discards my shorts on the floor behind him, sitting back on his heels as he stares hungrily between my legs, that I realize I forgot to put on underwear!

“Umm…” Self-consciousness slams into me, and I start to close my legs as his hands grip my thighs, his eyes burning into the center of me.

“You don’t need to hide from me, Addison.” The last bit falling on a whisper as he climbs back up my body to steal my mouth in a searing kiss. He pulls back again and the loss of his touch frustrates me. I couldn’t care less if he wants to sit back and ogle me. Need, I need him.

His eyes meet mine again, screw this, I’ll take what I need. I sit up on my knees and practically leap on to his lap, planting my knees on either side of his thighs, straddling him, instantly latching my lips to his as his arms catch me, wrapping firmly around my waist, a surprised groan leaves his mouth, and I feel him smile into our kiss. Our kiss is wet, desperate, and my hips roll against his jeans, his hands move, searching my back, making their way to my ass where he squeezes before he releases one hand and brings it between us. He teases my inner thighs, and I release a sigh as he gently slides one finger straight down my middle.

“Fuck,” he says into my mouth before pulling away to lean his forehead against mine. “You’re this wet for me already, shortcake?”

“You plan on talking me to completion? Because if you don’t do something soon, I’ll come without you.” The sexual deviant in me has lost all control, and the depth of Noah’s smile smacks me right in the heart. Fuck, he is pretty.

I close my eyes, my head tilting back as he softly kisses down my neck. “Patience, my little devil. I want your screams to be heard in Hell.”

My God.

His fingers circle my sensitive peak, my hips rolling without control as each breath becomes labored. “Beautiful. You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, Addison.” His free hand slides up to the back of my neck, interlacing his fingers in my hair and pulling gently, bringing my eyes to his. “That fierce attitude and curvy ass have been stuck in my head since I first saw you. Now I want to never stop hearing your moans as I touch you, and hearing the sound of my name on your tongue as I make you come.” His words completely undo me. He takes my mouth again in a possessive kiss as he pushes a finger into me. Adding a second finger, I think I might be on fire as he pumps into me at a slow and teasing pace, alternating between his thumb and palm to circle my bundle of nerves. My breathing gets shorter, my heart rate quickens, and my inner walls tighten, and Noah picks up the pace.

“Noah,” I breath on a moan.

“Yes, shortcake?”

“I need…”

“Tell me what you need.” His eyes sear into mine with a desperate intensity. “Tell me, Addison, what does your tight little pussy want? Say the words.”

“I need to come,” I release on a moan, and he pushes me to the bed, my back landing on the mattress as he lands on top of me, moving his body down so his head is between my legs.

“I want to see if you taste as sweet as your lips. I want to taste you as you come undone. Are you going to be a good girl and come on my tongue, shortcake?” God, who is this man? As a person who needs to be commended with praise constantly to avoid feeling like a failure, he all but makes me combust with his words.

I wrap my legs over his shoulders and intertwine my fingers in his curls, and his tongue devours me. My back arches off the bed as he brings his fingers back to my center, thrusting in with determination. His tongue sucks and teases my peak.

“Yess, Noahh,” I breathe as my back arches more, his teeth lightly graze my clit as he curls his fingers around to trace my sensitive spot, his tongue grows hungrier, my inner walls tighten, and my stomach muscles clench as the coil of my orgasm constricts, the tingles beginning in my toes and working their way up my spine.

“Come for me, Addison,” he growls into me, and my release barrels through me at his command, Noah’s name on my lips. He doesn’t stop, his fingers slip out of me slowly, but his tongue laps up every drop before easing into slow kisses as my body rolls through each wave, kissing his way back up my body. He lies on top of me again, one hand beside my head, the other he brings to his mouth, his eyes never leaving mine, as he licks me from his fingers and whispers, “Divine.”

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