Page 59 of Seven Night Stopover

Lifting two of the weird-looking black and indigo goggles off the hook, he pushed the door open. They entered a small squared-off area. When the door shut behind them, he carefully slid one pair over her head then adjusted it in place. “How’s the fit?” he asked.

“A little tighter.”

He made a rough sound in his throat, like a growl. Leia registered that his fingers weren’t quite steady as he tightened the band above her ears. The further evidence that he teetered on the same brink as she did calmed her down a touch.

“Okay now?”

“Yes.”

Having kept her eyes closed as he adjusted the goggles, she opened them now and gasped. The room pulsed with music and color. Blues, greens and reds swirled high above her headand spiraled to the floor. The decorations, moving in slow psychedelic shapes, made her smile. Reaching out, she touched the nearest green swirl and watched it curl over her finger before it drifted away.

Noah’s hand slid against her palm, the heat from his fingers pulsing yellow as they grasped hers.

He led her deeper into the room and body shapes flowed into view. She counted seven figures, one behind the bar and two sipping drinks tinged blue by their cold temperature. Two couples were engaged in heavy fondling against a wall and the other couple was much further down the line, with the guy on his knees with his head buried between his partner’s legs. The woman sat on a stool, her head thrown back and her mouth wide open as she gasped out hot breaths that coated the air with orange puffs.

The act drew Leia’s attention to her own precariously aroused state, heightened further as the woman moaned loud and deep.

She searched out Noah’s profile. “Are we… Will everyone see us?” she blurted.

“Hell no,” he growled in her ear. “We’re heading in here.”

“Here” was a large booth with green and blue lines running along the outside. Inside, the usual custom-built chaise longuetook up one side and on the other side was a purple stool a few feet from the wall.

Noah shut the door, led her to the stool and helped her onto it. He reefed his T-shirt over his head and dropped it. The outline of his body glowed reddish-yellow, the colors deepening under his arms and his groin as he lowered his zipper and tugged off his jeans.

Stepping close, he unbuttoned her shirt and slid it off her. Then his hands spanned her waist and trailed upward.

He hooked his finger into the top line of the fabric and used it to pull her close. “Your scent drives me insane. I can barely think straight around you.”

He trailed his tongue over her heaving breasts and they both watched the hot glow slowly fade to a warm yellow. He yanked down the bodice of her bustier and groaned at the sight of her nipples ringing a faint orange. Wrapping his hands around her breasts, he squeezed hard, capturing her nipples painfully between his thumb and forefinger until they glowed red-hot.

“Lord, you’re so gorgeous.”

“More. Please.”

He squeezed again, harder this time, making her cry out. He tensed for a moment, then repeated the action. Freeing one nipple, he bent and sucked it into his mouth. Then without warning, he slapped her other breast. Hard.

“Ah!”

He tilted his head and she knew he was watching, searching for signs of her displeasure. She couldn’t have been further from displeased. Sizzling arrows of pleasure and pain chased through her belly, the visual evidence of her arousal heightening her senses like nothing ever had before. He waited a few seconds, then slapped her flesh again. Her moan was loud and guttural.

“You like that?” There was an unmistakable hesitancy in his voice that triggered an immediate response.

“Yes. Very much.”

He shuddered and she saw his throat move in a convulsive swallow. “You haven’t forgotten what you need to say if you don’t like anything I do, have you? I may forget to ask later.”

“No, I haven’t.”

“Good. Raise yourself up for me.”

Grasping the side of the stool, she obeyed. He yanked her panties down and threw them over his shoulder. Sinking onto his haunches, he hooked her heels into the lower rung of thestool. She heard the rattle of metal on metal, then cold braces snapped around her ankles.

Leia jerked, the unexpected restraint firing a bullet of unease through her. Again, his head angled up, waiting for her to object. Heart hammering, she waited for the unease to grow, for the panic that resided beneath all the therapy and soft conversation with Warren to rear its ugly head. But as the metal warmed against her skin, the panic subsided. Reaching out with shaking hands, she traced Noah’s jaw. Her silent acquiescence spurred him into action.

With barely leashed restraint, he yanked her legs apart, baring her center to his gaze.

“God, baby, I can literally see how hot you are for me.”

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