Page 5 of Light Me Up

“Yeah,” he growled. “Can’t look away.”

“Good. Don’t.” She released her hair, and let the coil unwind as she came a little closer, enjoying the soothing coolness of the ceramic floor tiles against her bare feet. “I love it that I can’t wear a bra with this dress. The back plunges too low.” She swept her hair to the front and turned, giving him a long look at her ass curves draped in silk. Cock-teasing him was pure delight. “It’s logistically impossible. See?”

“I’ll be damned,” he muttered.

She waited for more from him, but his words haddried up again.

But all was not lost. A quick glance at the fit of his pants showed that the dress and the nipples had done their appointed task. Good.

Time to take pity on him…and herself. Foreplay all day long, whew. A woman could only take so much of that.

One more delicate nudge ought to break his spell.

She turned around again, putting herself just outside his reach. “I’m so…hot,” she said huskily. “Gotta get this off.” She crossed her arms over her chest, hooking her fingers into the shoulder straps, easing them off her shoulders and peeling the stretchy bodice down with seductive slowness. The fabric dragging over her breasts felt good.

Then she was half-naked. Hands cupping her breasts. Waiting to breathe.

Your move.

In the dimness and the exquisite, time-stopped silence, she could just barely make out the panther flash of his eyes. His throat worked. He was getting off on this, too. The air was so charged with sex, she felt the weight and heat ofit on her skin.

Noah stepped forward and seized her wrists, opening her arms. With one deft move, he pulled both her hands behind her back, letting her arch and strain luxuriously against him, her bare breasts pressed against his shirt.

His mouth flirted with hers, a playful dance that promised wild unbridled kissing. She loved the faint rasp of his end-of-day stubble against her cheek.

Finally, his lips met hers all the way. Warm and soft and searching…making her wait, straining for more contact, on tiptoes, gasping with breathless eagerness.

The first flick of his tongue against hers made her control snap.

She yanked her hands free to seize him, fingers sliding in frustration over the shirt. She unbuttoned it fast, dragging it out of his pants. Heard his shoes rolling as he kicked them off.

His wordless growl of excitement vibrated against her throat as he scooped her up against his chest. The shadowy room tipped and spun…and then she was draped over a stack of fat satin pillows piled on a long couch. Head thrown back, hair spread around, spilling everywhere. Offering her breasts to him. Moaning with pleasure at the deep pull as he suckled one nipple, then the other. Her taut body rose eagerly against his skillful mouth as Noah teased and coaxed and insisted, tenderand relentless.

Erotic sensations crashed and throbbed through her, deep and rhythmic.

After, she lay there on the pillows, floating on air. Boneless, shimmering. Her head fell to the side, cradledon cool satin.

Noah was nuzzling her breasts and caressing her pussy through her lace panties. Light circular strokes, promising more to come. There was no hurry. Theyhad all night.

He looked pleased with himself. Still wearing his shirt, even though she’d managed to tear it open. But his belt was still holding up his pants. And that just wouldn’t do at all.

She grabbed the buckle. Tugged imperiously until Noah rose up to his feet, his ripped-steel torso blasting heat at her. Blatantly displaying himself.

“Get those clothes off,” she commanded.“Double quick.”

He shrugged the shirt off and dropped it.“Fast enough?”

She was about to reply when they heard the muted buzz. They both froze at the sound. They looked around for the source. A text alert. The phone in her evening bag.

In any other universe, she would never have interrupted anything this excellent to check a phone, but recent events in her life had left their mark. Danger stalked them and everyone they cared about. Any news could be bad news.

Noah always checked texts as soon as he got them. So did she. They didn’t even apologize to each other for doing it any longer. Itwas understood.

Noah retrieved the phone from the bag and handed it to her as she pulled up the top half of her dress.

Caro peered at the glowing screen. “It’s Asa,” shesaid, startled.

“Huh? Asa?” Noah’s brows drew together. “What the hell?”

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