Page 34 of Pure Seduction (Chamberlin Brothers 1)

When she slowly slicked her tongue over her lips, my erection got impossibly harder, then I took her mouth the way I’d wanted to from the moment I saw her again.

Hot, fiery, and full of pent-up lust, the kiss was like a lit match thrown inside of a can of gasoline. Flames heated my skin as I slid my tongue into her mouth for a deeper taste, and when Laurel’s tongue tangled with mine, I knew this was just the beginning.

I sucked, bit, and licked at her lips until she moaned in a way that made my balls tighten. She was too fucking sweet, and too damn sexy. A combination of the woman I now knew and the girl I remembered. Add in the way she was arching up into me like she wanted to crawl up my body and never leave, and I knew if I didn’t stop now, this would all be over before I could blink.

I reluctantly released her and pushed her back in the chair, and when she looked at me, her eyes were full of desire and confusion. I circled one of her knees with my fingers. “I like these.”

I traced my fingertip up the sheer stocking covering her thigh. When I reached the hem of her dress, I grinned at her. “I wonder what other secrets you have on under here?”

Laurel swallowed as I flirted with the tight hemline, but at the last moment, I removed my hand and straightened.

“Maybe one day you’ll let me find out. For now, enjoy your Screaming Orgasm. I think I’m gonna go and enjoy one of my own. Good night, Laurel.”

16

Laurel

THE SUN WAS not welcome the following morning, as it slipped through the billowy curtains of Willa’s Jane Austen suite and woke me from the thirty minutes I’d finally managed to catch in dreamland.

Sleep had eluded me last night, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to work out why. After Noah had wound me up and then left me high and dry, there was no way I was getting any kind of sleep—and he knew it.

I’d tossed and turned all night, imagining him one floor up, stretched out in bed, naked and hard and thinking of me. It had taken every ounce of willpower I possessed to stay tucked safely away behind my locked door like one of those good girls from an Austen novel.

But it was for my own good. I knew what it was like to fall under Noah’s spell, and I could only imagine how much more potent it would be now that he’d had all these years to perfect it.

Hell, ten minutes in close proximity with him and he’d sparked something inside me that had left me aching and wanting in ways I hadn’t felt…ever. I’d tried to push it aside and talk myself into believing that my response had been due to my lack of love life. But the insistent throb between my thighs, even this morning, was a glaring reminder that not just any man could elicit this reaction—it was Noah.

“This mouth of yours has haunted me. The way it feels, the way it tastes.”

As his words echoed in my mind, I slid a hand under the sheet and fingered the edge of my lace panties where a small gold heart adorned the center of a bow. I wonder what he would’ve thought of these?

I smoothed my fingers under the expensive material and sucked in a breath. Determined not to stop, however, I closed my eyes and brought to mind Noah’s face. His dark, smoldering eyes, that chiseled jaw line, and the mouth that had driven me wild in a matter of minutes, and I glided my fingers down over my bare mound.

My heart thumped in time with the throb between my thighs, and as I slipped two fingers between my legs, I bit back a moan. A rush of pleasure swept over me as I clenched my thighs together. My body was on edge after being denied what it wanted only hours earlier. But it wasn’t about to be denied now.

I flattened my palm so the heel rubbed against my clit, and as I rolled my hips up against my hand, I couldn’t help the desperate sound that left me. I clamped my teeth into my lower lip, and that immediately brought to mind the way Noah had done the same. Teasing and taunting me, kissing and biting at my mouth until I’d all but begged him to give me some sort of release.

But he’d denied me. Made me wait. Teased me just enough that the ache was so great I needed some kind of relief.

I kicked the sheet off, my skin now burning up as I pressed my head back into the pillow and slid a finger inside. A soft cry left me as I pushed a second one in, and when I opened my eyes and looked down at my busy hand, I immediately thought of what it would be like to see Noah down there, his mouth hovering over my heated flesh.

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