Page 42 of The Broker

Heat burned in his eyes as his gaze rose to meet mine, and the intensity of it was so hot, I licked my dry lips, feeling parched. He moved abruptly, sliding his hands under my arms, and lifted until he had me seated on the countertop.

I gasped at the cold stone against my bare skin, but it didn’t slow him down. His hands snaked under my shirt and tugged it up. I had to raise my arms to let him pull it over my head, and I held in the sigh of satisfaction I wanted to make. There was something I loved about being undressed by a guy.

With my shirt gone, all that was left was my white bralette. It was simple, but skimpy, and I’d chosen it this afternoon hoping I’d get an opportunity to show it to him. He moved to stand between my parted legs, and when his hand gripped my breast through my bra, I arched into his touch.

My skin was hot everywhere except where it touched stone, and my vision hazed with lust. I was no longer in control of my body—maybe I’d handed command over to him. And he wanted complete control, because when I reached to pull him into a kiss, he stepped back to prevent it.

“Lie down,” he ordered. “On your back.”

I pushed out a shallow breath.

The island wasn’t small, and the countertop was empty, so there was enough room for me to do it, but... holy shit. I’d neverfooled around out in the open like this, and my pulse roared like a runaway train.

He stood beside the counter, waiting for me to comply, wearing all his clothes and an impatient look. It was as if my failure to move had put us behind his schedule. God, it was seriously hot, and I was eager to please, so I pulled my legs up and turned to the side, making it easy to lie back.

The cold countertop pressed against my bare skin, causing me to release a quiet hiss, but Noah didn’t let it distract him from his mission. He loomed at the edge of the island, his gaze sweeping over me as if assessing where he’d like to start.

Lying like this, basically on a table for him, was strange, and I wasn’t sure where to put my hands. Resting them folded across my stomach would be awkward. Should I try to touch him?

Would he even allow it?

I didn’t get to find out.

He grabbed the bottom hem of my bra and began to drag the fabric up, forcing me once again to lift my arms, only he stopped once he’d reached my elbows. My arms, wrapped in the bunched bralette, were pressed over my head. The counter wasn’t long enough, so my hands dangled over the end, but he pinned my elbows to the stone with his hand on the bra.

“Stay just like that.”

His tone was so stern, so fucking sexy, I let out a tiny whimper of excitement in response.Thatsound did not go unnoticed by him, and his gaze heated to an inferno as it swept from left to right along the length of my nude body.

I could only imagine what I looked like to him with my hands and feet hanging over the sides of his kitchen island. I was on display for him, completely under his spell, and the idea of it only turned me on more. I was wet—so fucking wet—and he’d discover it the moment he touched me, if he didn’t know already.

I trembled with anticipation when he placed his palm on my knee. He didn’t move it for a long moment. He drew in a deep breath, perhaps needing to gather strength for what he was about to do. But it was just as likely he was simply teasing me.

The tension winding inside my center was delicious.

Up his hand inched, sliding along the inside of my thigh and subtly urging my legs to part. And then his other hand skimmed across my chest, caressing my hardened nipples.

“Fuck,” I groaned under my breath when his fingertips brushed against my damp, sensitive skin at the center of my legs. His gentle touch was a jolt of electricity, jump starting the stalled orgasm that had lingered in my system, bringing it roaring back to life.

His hand stroking over my upper body wandered everywhere, but the one between my legs didn’t stray. He used the pad of his index finger to brush lines over my clit, and the pleasure was so intense, it bolted down my legs like lightning. The sensation caused me to jerk my knees up and find footing at the edge of the counter.

“I’m going to come so fast,” I blurted.

He loomed over me with a satisfied smile. “Because you liked watching me.”

“Yes,” I breathed.

His left hand pinched one of my nipples and gently tugged, while his right hand ground a tight circle against my pussy. “Which part, exactly?”

The heat and the pleasure were too much to think over. “When she came all over your cock.”

My words surprised him, and he rewarded me with a dazzling grin. But then he feigned disapproval. “You’ve got a filthy mouth, Charlotte.”

His left hand glided up my neck so he could push two fingers past my lips, filling my mouth and silencing my tongue.It muffled my moan he had created when he eased the first two fingers of his right hand deep inside me. I jerked, and I almost reached for him, but I caught myself just in time.

I didn’t want this to stop, and he’d told me to stay still. I was desperate to be good for him.

As I assumed he wanted, I closed my lips around the fingers in my mouth and sucked, simulating what I’d do if he wanted to put his cock there instead.

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