“Are you saying you could help?” He was so close to her, her breasts were nestled against his chest, the tops of them pushing above the low neckline of her dress and giving him a perfect view of her cleavage.
“I know I can help.” His gaze had found her cleavage and he was studying it like he’d just discovered buried treasure. “If you’ll just let me.”
He pressed his hips to hers, pushing her more firmly against the door and then he was touching her, his hand at her hip, his other hand curling around the side of her neck and tilting her head back. His mouth settled on hers, and it was as if he lit a fire deep inside her.
She dropped her purse to the ground and grabbed hold of him like she planned on never letting him go, snaking her arms tight around his waist, her fingers sliding beneath the thin leather of his vest and touching bare skin. He was so smooth, so warm, and she kept touching him, her fingers moving higher, higher still until she felt the slightly sharp planes of his shoulder blades.
And then lower, way lower, her fingers dipping beneath the waistband of his jeans, encountering nothing but more bare skin, and she had the fleeting thought that Noah Wilde wasn’t wearing any underwear.
As in, he hadn’t been wearing underwear the entire time she’d been with him? Talk about easy access. She’d never been with a man who went commando before.
Tonight truly was all about the new experiences.
“Getting pretty naughty there, sweetheart, the way you’re touching me,” he murmured against her lips, his tongue darting out for a lick.
She groaned and opened her mouth, trying to capture his tongue so she could suck it but he was too fast. “You’re making me crazy.”
“Likewise,” he muttered as he gathered up the fabric of her dress with his assured fingers. What was he trying to do? “You’re the one who’s run hot and cold all night long.”
“You make me second-guess everything,” she admitted, closing her eyes when he pressed his mouth to the side of her neck and kissed and nibbled her there. “I’m wrestling with the fact that you’re probably a bad idea.”
He lifted his head, his expression as serious as his tone. “I’m definitely a bad idea.”
She smiled and reached up, streaking her fingers down his stubble-roughened cheek. “I’m starting to like bad ideas, though.”
The slow, melting grin that lit up his entire face could’ve slayed about a million women, all in one fall. He was so handsome, and he radiated sex appeal. “I will be the baddest idea you’ve ever encountered if that’s what you want, Nat.”
“That’s definitely what I want,” she admitted just before he swooped in and stole another kiss, making her knees weak.
That was the thing about Noah. He kissed like he meant it. Like kissing was serious business and he was paid to be the best. Because he so was. The absolute best at it. She’d been kissed by a handful of men, a decent number for a woman her age, but no one—and she could definitely confirm that none of them had rocked her world just with their lips quite like Noah Wilde did.
Those lips of his should be marked as a lethal weapon.
“Christ, you taste fucking unbelievable,” he whispered after he broke the kiss to once again lick and suck his way down her neck. His hands were clutching the fabric of her skirt, edging it up higher and higher, his knuckles brushing against her outer thighs, and she shivered at the commanding way he touched her, kissed her. He was taking without asking, doing whatever he wanted and she didn’t protest. She couldn’t protest.
She liked it too much.
His mouth blazed a trail down the front of the exposed skin from her halter dress. Along her collarbone, across the top of her breasts, in the valley between her breasts, he left damp, warm kisses. Kisses that made her shiver and shake, her fingers plowing through his thick hair and holding him close as he nipped at her skin and made her yelp.
“Fuck, I could eat you up, sweetheart,” he said just before he resumed kissing her, blocking out all rational thought and words from her brain. She fell into the sensation of his lips on hers, letting him work his magic because that was how she felt. He was a magician and she was just a stupid girl in the audience he picked out to demonstrate all of his tricks on.
“Noah,” she whispered, squealing when he wrapped his hands around her thighs and lifted her up. Her legs automatically went around his waist as he pressed her more firmly against the wall, his body pinning her in place. She clung to him, tilting her head back against the door and closed her eyes. Too overwhelmed with what was happening, what he was doing to her.
“Say my name like that again, sweetheart. Only next time, scream it while I’m making you come all over my cock,” he muttered, his voice extra deep, like roughened velvet.
His words were crude, but she secretly loved them. God, he was so sexy. So fierce. So out of control. So…
“Ohmigod,” she gasped when his fingers pushed behind the barrier of her panties and sank inside of her. “Oh God. Noah.”
He stroked her, his harsh breath hot against her neck, his fingers busy between her legs. He stepped away from her, giving him more room to touch her even deeper, and she loosened her legs around his waist, her arms still wrapped around his neck.
“So damn wet,” he whispered as he shoved two fingers deep inside her body, making her groan. “All for me?”
She nodded, too overcome to say a word. She could probably have an orgasm in about one minute if she wasn’t careful. Maybe even sooner. And she’d never come that fast before. It always
took a bit of work. A lot of finessing. But one time with Noah with his fingers buried deep inside her and she was ready to shoot off like a rocket.
“You gonna come? Can I make you come?” he growled, increasing his pace.