Page 37 of If The Fates Allow
“May I bury my face between your legs and taste that sweetness waiting for me?” Biting down his grin, his gaze reluctantly rolled from her rising skirt to meet her own. “May I kiss the part of you made only for me?”
Heavens.
Reaching higher, his hands arrived at the backs of her thighs, and she almost dropped her skirt. The amused look on his face darkened, his fingers digging into the bare flesh at the top of her stockings. “Please, Willa.”
It was the anticipation. Drawing tight in her lower belly, the anticipation was blocking out the world, leaving only them. The idea of his lips touching her intimately, his tongue… the things his tongue was going to do would end her right here on the beach.
And she would die a happy death.
“Do as you please, Dr. Anderson.” Refusing to hide, she lifted her skirt as high as she could. “I am yours.”
He started with a gentle brush of his lips on her upper thigh, the light grazing of his stubbled beard eliciting a gasp from her. Every muscle in her body went erect, and when she didn’t think he could do anything else more erotic, the man went and ran his tongue along her flesh.
“So soft,” he groaned, his hands continuing their trek higher until they were at the opening of her drawers. “The softest part of you, just as I suspected.”
His dark head dipped, and the world stopped. An immediate halt. A flick. That’s really all it was. A flick of his tongue brought everything to a standstill. Her heart. Her mind. Every part of her stood silent as his tongue tasted her.
Then he went and did it again.
Bliss. Extraordinary bliss like she had never known shot through her, and when Noah went to give her another swipe of the tongue, her fingers tangled in his hair.
“Noah…” Stars were popping in and out of her vision, and she squeezed her eyes shut, which only increased the rush as he worked his tongue and lips over her. “Noah.”
He understood. Like a man who knew her body as well as she did, Noah understood what she wanted and increased the pressure of his movements. Falling back on the tree, Willa’s legs spread wider while she rocked, the two of them finding a rhythm.
The languid strokes of his tongue became more deliberate as they moved, more insistent as he sought to discover exactly what she liked. And as her whimpers grew, Noah held her ass firmly, pulling her down on his face while he sucked with lips and teeth.
But when his tongue speared her center, seeking entrance, she shouted and lost herself entirely. The most obscene sounds rushed from her, and Willa vaguely thought of Paul and Katie on the shore. Except in her hedonistic mind, the image turned into Noah beneath her as she rode. His cock pumping deeply as she bounced on top of him.
“Don’t fight it, Willa,” Noah demanded, his voice muffled. “Relax.”
She couldn’t relax. Something was coming—something terrifyingly wanton and prowling inside, ready to rip from her body. The power behind it was like that of the sun. A bright and beautiful thing, unable to be denied.
Frightened, she fought its arrival, but then Noah slipped a finger inside her, curling and sliding it until the mysterious feeling tore free. Without warning, it struck, consuming her right there under the pines.
“Noah?” Bowing forward, she held his broad shoulders. Her body shook, her hips riding his finger while she moaned. “Noah, what is this?”
Being the tempting devil that he was, the man on his knees before her had the audacity to look up with a smug expression. His dark hair was a mess, falling forward across his brow while his eyes sparkled with male satisfaction.
“This is you falling in love, Wilhelmina Fairweather,” he replied casually. Shifting back slightly, he took in the sight of her destruction,his finger continuing to help her chase the exquisite pleasure spreading like wildfire. “And I would suggest you get used to the feeling.”
Chapter 12
Sitting nestled between Noah’s legs as they rode Hope back to Haven House, Willa shrugged off his attempted kiss. After her complete obliteration of morals on the beach, he had adjusted their clothing and informed her that it was time to go without giving her a chance to explore his body.
“I’m still angry,” she snapped. The large hand flattened against her stomach glided up to cup a breast, and a sound between a groan and a gasp hissed through the night air. “You promised, Noah.”
“Don’t think I didn’t want it.” Teeth nipped at her ear, his playful nature becoming one of the most tantalizing things she had ever witnessed. “Don’t think I didn’t want to know what that razor-sharp tongue of yours could do.”
They were far enough from the house that the dense forest still obscured them from view, and Willa turned in the saddle to shamelessly pout.
His expression darkened. “Oh, now that’s not fair.”
Cupping the back of her head, he kissed her, promptly quelling the disappointment with a slow glide of his tongue. In seconds, he had her aching all over again.
She shoved him half-heartedly away. “You are a beast, Noah Anderson.”
“A beast?” He chuckled in the darkness. “Well, if anyone can tame a beast, it’s you.”
