Page 36 of If The Fates Allow
Yes.
Say yes.
That’s all she had to do.
And she could do it. She would do it. Allowing herself this one misstep in life.
“I have a request before I give my answer.”
His breathing ragged, Noah nodded. “Ask, and it is yours.”
“Will you allow me to get on my knees for you?” If she were going to do this, she wanted to experience it all. “Will you use my mouth as you described?”
The sound that tore from him was like nothing she had ever heard. A cross between a snarl and some sort of growl that was quickly cut off when his lips seized hers. A kiss. A real kiss. The brush of lips before was nothing but the prelude to the absolute destruction his mouth was now taking part in.
And he tasted divine.
Full lips worked against hers, urging them to part. When she did open, and his tongue slipped into her mouth, Willa held on to his shoulders, lifting on her toes as she sought more. She needed more—of him, of the kiss, of this terrible aching she didn’t understand.
He walked her backward. One step at a time as he ravaged her mouth. They arrived at the forest’s edge again, and Noah guided her to lean back on one of the sturdier tree trunks. Breaking the kiss, he stared down at her.
“I’ll have your answer now.”
She blinked several times, appreciating how her breathlessness didn’t feel as if the end was near. It was the exact opposite. She felt alive. With every pump of her chest, she felt more powerful than before.
“You will explain everything as we go?”
That growl came from him again, and he braced a hand on the tree above her head. “Shall I begin now?”
She nodded, unable to look away from the burning blue, watching her intently. “Yes, please.”
Licking his lips, Noah collected himself, sizing her up like a predator ready to pounce. “We’ll start by you lifting your skirts.”
“How high?”
“I want to see you—all of you,” Noah said, pressing his forehead to hers. “I want to bask in the beauty I’m about to taste.”
Nervous that her brother or anyone else might find them, she hesitated. It was completely dark, but the rising moon would provide enough light to allow someone to see.
“Wilhelmina.” His fingers gripped her chin. “Be good.”
She had never been the type to be obedient, but for Noah, she would be anything he asked.
Releasing his shoulders, her hands slowly lowered to her skirts.
“I’ll be good.” The cool air struck her stockinged legs first, and she shivered—not from the chill but from the smug look on Noah’s face as she did as she was told. “But remember your promise.”
“I won’t forget.”
Shifting back, he lowered himself to kneel on the sand and wait patiently as her skirt rose higher and higher.
“Tell me something,” he murmured, his hands coming around to grip her calves. The warmth of his touch seeped through the material of her stockings, creating little wildfires along her skin as he moved upward. “Do you feel that wetness?”
He didn’t have to explain further. She was acutely aware of her body and the manner of its response to his kiss.
She nodded mutely, and Noah chuckled. “May I taste it?”
“Um.” Perhaps, she had not thought this through. “Um.”
