Page 46 of Hard Hitter

Another slammed door, and seconds later, my back hit the mattress. Pillows and my stuffed llama bounced onto my face from the force. I swatted away the attacking bedding and ran my hand down the hard planes of Noah’s chest until I wrapped my fingers around his straining cock.

“You’re right.”

“About what?” he growled, covering my hand with his, showing me the right pressure and speed.

I stroked him as he moved his hips slightly in tempo. “So far, not a single disappointment.”

Noah flashed me a grin, nearly hidden in the deep shadows of the room, and dropped his head to my shoulder for a brief second. “Should I say I told you so now, or wait until later?”

“Definitely later,” I gasped when he slicked his thumb over my clit.

He levered himself farther away to yank my dress and thong down my legs. They landed somewhere behind us with a dull thud. Past experience said with both of us naked his focus would shift to his own pleasure, but he surprised me.

Instead of settling between my legs where he was one hundred percent welcome, he lay on his side next to me and trailed his fingertips along the curve of my shoulder, over one breast, dipping in at my waist, and flaring out at my hips. A physical silhouette with a barely-there touch I felt in my soul.

My breath hitched when he glided along the crease of my hip to my inner thigh, tracing the tiny trio of hearts I’d inked there last year on a dare. The streetlights outside weren’t bright enough to do more than lighten the shadows a little, but Noah unerringly found the matching shield on the other thigh. I watched him follow the outline twice, transfixed at the sight of his large hands on my skin.

The tattoos were my secret. Even the friends who’d dared me to get them didn’t know the real meaning. Would Noah figure out they represented him and my obsession with wanting what I couldn’t have?

His palm grazed over my hip on a return journey north until he flattened his hand over my throat, lifting my chin. I met his gaze, burning with intensity as he watched me—his guard forgotten.

I’d done that. I’d breached his reserve and found the real Noah underneath. Turned out, I liked the real Noah. He kissed me again, an exploration in place of the desperate claim from before. Slow and deliberate.

“What are you doing?” I whispered against his mouth.

“Taking my time. I plan to enjoy every inch of you tonight, over and over again.”

He’d blunted the sharp edge of my hunger in the living room, but his words brought the need back to a razor peak. I wiggled closer, and he laughed, low and rough in the near darkness.

I reached for him, hard and ready against my leg, but he intercepted my hand and brought it above my head. He trailed his lips across my cheek to suck on the sensitive spot below my ear.

“Noah…” I sighed, clenching my thighs together.

He collected my other hand and pressed my palms to the headboard, curling my fingers around the metal slats. “If you let go, I’ll stop, understand?”

I wanted to touch him, explore his body the way he was learning mine, but no way in hell was I risking him stopping his current trajectory. Bossy Noah was sexy as fuck, and the little growl he gave me when I didn’t answer immediately sent a spike of molten heat through my blood.

Noah shifted over, pinning me with his weight as he started to move lower. “Do you understand, Chloe?”

I pressed my lips together, determined to see how far I could push him. The short hair on his chin rasped over my breast, and I yelped when he nipped at the sensitive skin there, soothing the sting with his tongue.

“I know what you’re doing, Trouble, and I promise you, I’m going to enjoy making you beg.”

Noah kissed his way down my body, spreading my legs with his broad shoulders until he could kiss the tattoos on both thighs. He teased me with soft touches and abbreviated strokes until I whimpered under him.

“Please, Noah,” I pleaded.

“Please what?”

He didn’t let up, and I was going to explode if I didn’t come soon. “You win. I understand. Please fuck me.”

I felt his smile of triumph on my skin, and the metal headboard dug into my palms as my hands tightened.

“How many times are you going to come for me, Chloe?” He punctuated his question by swiping his tongue over me and fastening his mouth on my clit.

My hips jerked off the bed, but I held the headboard in a death grip. God, I regretted all the time I wasted thinking Noah wasn’t interested. For the first time in my life, I exploded a second time under his relentless attention. My heels dug into his back, riding out the shockwaves racing through my system.

The books were right. Multiple orgasms were magical. And tiring.

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