Page 40 of Seven Night Stopover

He stilled, then his fingers tightened a touch. “No, baby. We can change the subject but youwilltalk. I’ll need to hear everything you’re feeling, everything you’re thinking. That’s the only way this works. Understand?”

Could she do it? She’d spilled enough in the less than twenty-four hours she’d known this man than to anyone else, besides Warren. The police who’d investigated the incident at the time didn’t count. Even the psychiatrist, who Warren initially hired, hadn’t been able to coax more than monosyllables from her in the three months she’d seen him. After Dr. Hatfield, Warren had agreed with her that therapy was a waste of time.

They’d found their own way to heal.

The ease with which she vocalized her every thought to Noah frightened her.

“Leia?” His voice was a sharp blade cutting through her jumbled words. But the arms, which came around her and pulled her back into his body, were surprisingly gentle.

“Will you return the favor?” she asked before she lost her confidence.

A slow smile spread across his face. “Are you sure you’re ready to hear everything I think of you and your incredible body?”

She raised one eyebrow. “Quid pro quo.”

He laughed, and she could’ve sworn her heart stopped. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, sweetheart.”

Closing the tiny gap between them, he kissed her. It was hard and unapologetically demanding in a way that promised there would be no going easy. She reveled in it, desperately in need of anything that would wipe away the memories that washed through her mind as fresh as if they’d happened moments ago.

“Hey, I’m losing you.” He bit her lower lip, pulled it into his mouth.

“I’m here,” she groaned. “Do that again,” she pleaded.

He bit her again. Harder. The shudder of pleasure rocked her to her toes. She leaned into him, eager to feel more of his hot body against hers. Hands gripping a taut bicep, she raised up on her toes and threw herself into the kiss.

His hand tightened around her throat, restricting her breathing in a way that made her treasure each breath. Stunned, she realized her senses were heightened, her pulse hammering in her head as her world grew hazy with need and desire.

Her fingers tunneled into his hair, holding on to him as pleasure screeched across her senses.

One arm circled her waist, and he lifted her high. “Put your legs around me.”

Complying brought her hot center flush with his rigid cock. Unable to resist, she rubbed herself against him. He stumbled after a single step and dragged his mouth from hers. “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 blaze in his eyes and his urgent pants 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 raw, 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 stunning glass room opposite.

She gasped but barely managed to say a word before she was sailing through the 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?”

She read the concern 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 grooving the skin above her navel, sending goosebumps racing over her body. “Once you’re naked, once I put my hands and my mouth on you, I won’t let you go.”

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.

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