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“Pleasure.”
She frowned, her brows drawing tight. “I cannot imagine it being pleasurable to have a man ramming himself into my mouth such as Paul was doing between poor Katie’s legs. One might lose a tooth if the person thrusting were unable to control himself.”
Eyes bulging in disbelief, Noah let out a strangled sound. “Some women enjoy it. Some women do not,” he replied. “But all women enjoy it being done to them.”
Willa’s mouth formed a perfect O. Whatever did he mean?
“Explain.”
Noah lifted his face to the heavens, talking to God again.
“Noah Anderson, you are a doctor, so act like a doctor,” she huffed, the fear of him thinking her an idiot making her snappish. “Explain it to me as if you were speaking to a colleague.”
Another strangled laugh. “You are not my colleague, Willa. You are—”
“Yes, yes, I know. Your patient.”
“—the woman I want above all others.” His head dropped, the last of the day’s sunlight highlighting his beauty. “And I would use my tongue, Willa. I would bury my face between your legs for hours, feasting on you until the only word left in your vocabulary is my name.My name. I will have you screaming it, demanding more.”
“More of what?” She was so very frustrated and couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Tell me, please.”
“Tell you?” He stalked towards her. “I would rather show you.”
Hope snorted at his forwardness.
Willa gaped at him in shock.
And the wintery wind halted around them, allowing what Noah said next to be heard loud and clear.
“One word from you, Willa.” His arm dipped around her waist, drawing their bodies together until something like aguhcame out of her. “One word is all the permission I need to drop to my knees, lift your skirts, and have you riding my tongue until you’re coming apart.”
Chapter 11
“Going once.”
Willa’s brain alerted her that a countdown of some sort was occurring, although she could not process exactly what kind. She was too busy replaying what Noah had said.
One word is all the permission I need to drop to my knees, lift your skirts, and have you riding my tongue until I have you coming apart.
Riding on his tongue? Did he mean like Katie was riding on Paul’s cock? She could do that to Noah’s tongue?
How… fascinating.
“John Richards,” she whispered. “John Richards ca—”
“Can rot in hell,” Noah growled, securing her tighter against him. The hard planes of his body felt right at home next to hers. “Going twice.”
Willa looked around for signs of life but found none except the occasional flash of white from the waves crashing every so often.
“You wish to do it here?”
“Anywhere,” he breathed, dipping his head to rub his nose against hers. “I will have you anyway, and anywhere you will allow me. All you have to do is say the word.”
“What word am I supposed to say?” she asked stupidly. Even in the dark, when she could not see him clearly, everything about Noah Anderson befuddled her brain. “I don’t know what to say.”
He moved on from nuzzling her nose to brushing his lips over hers. Was this a kiss? Was she being kissed for the first time? The idea made her dizzy in the most fantastic way.
“Say yes, Willa.”
