Page 40 of Billionaire Romantic
“Yeah?” His voice is deep and rasped.
“That was...” I can’t even speak. I’m still riding the intense, lingering rushes.
“…just the beginning, baby girl. It gets even better.”
“It does?” I manage to gasp.
“Of course it does.” Holding my gaze, Noah licks his fingers. “Let’s get started on the next one of those wildest dreams.”
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Noah smoothsmy dress back in place. He tucks another errant curl into place. Then he takes my hand and escorts me through the restaurant. We pass the maître d’ and Noah thanks him.
“The penthouse has its own private elevator, Mr. Steel. Just down at the end of that hallway.”
Private elevator. Private penthouse. And a whole weekend with Noah Steel.
As soon as the elevator doors close, sealing us into our own world, Noah’s thumb slides along my jaw. “Remember what I told you. I know this is happening fast, because I think I might already be obsessed with you, Lucky Irish, but you can slow me down anytime with a single word.”
“Yes?” I might be teasing him. Because I’m dazed and high on my endorphin rush after that life-changing orgasm he just gave me. For the first time ever, I’m not second-guessing anything. All my hesitations have been swept away by my new discovery ofthethings he can freaking do.
The realization is shockingly sure of itself.
I want him to be the one. Tonight. Now.
I’m going to cash in my V-card with Noah Steel.
“Yesisn’t going to slow me down, baby girl. In fact it might make me go a little crazy. Just to give you fair warning.”
My body is still humming. I feel hot and reckless. “How crazy?” I whisper.
Noah leans me back against the wall of the elevator. “Very. Fucking. Crazy.” His eyes glimmer with that sparked playfulness and a dark, brimming desire.
There’s a power to this I wasn’t expecting. He’s so damnbig,his grip ludicrously strong. He could so very easily overpower me. In any other place or time this might unsettle me. But with Noah, I can feel it lighting me up. Iwantto tempt him so much I hardly recognize myself.
I stand on my toes and lightly touch my tongue to his plump bottom lip. His mouth takes mine in another hungry, tender, desperate kiss and I gasp, my body arching into him.
Damn, that algorithm really nailed it. This chemistry is combustible.
His hands grasp my hips, pulling me against his hard body. He slides a muscled thigh between mine. I can feel his arousal pressing hotly against my stomach.
Holy shit.
He’shuge.
I don’t have much—okay, any—experience with these things, but I’m notthatnaïve.
The feel of his massivemanhooddoes strange things to me. It basically distills me down to my basest female urges. He knows my secrets. He gave me my first orgasm, a full-body bloom that reached all the way down to my soul and lit a new bonfire inside me. He owns a piece of me now. Our bond is real.
I want him like I’ve never wanted anything.
Noah lifts me easily and his brute strength sends a warm thrill to my still-rippling core. “Which one of those wildest dreams should we attend to next?”
It’s a joke, probably, and itneedsto be a joke. We’re hardly going to start working on the wildest dreams I confessed to himtonight.We hardly know each other.
Even so, I wrap my arms and legs around him as he kisses me again. The gigantic ridge inside his jeans presses into my stomach and I writhe a little, without meaning to, needing more.
Jesus. He’s so freaking big.
