Hot and Bothered (Some Like It Hot 3)

He hated denying her anything, but refused to put such a life-altering change into motion when their engagement was based on fabrications. And more and more he wanted their relationship based on reality, truth, and trust. “When your memory returns we’ll talk about it,” he said, giving her at least that much. “I promise.”

She released a soft sound teeming with impatience. “There you go again, coddling me.”

He allowed a slight smile to make an appearance. “I’m not coddling you. I just think that discussing a wedding date isn’t as important as making sure you’re better and your memory is back to normal.”

It was obvious by her determined expression that she disagreed. “All right,” she finally relented. “But just for the record, I don’t have to like your way of thinking.”

He chuckled at her bit of defiance and tucked her head against his chest. “I didn’t expect you to, sweetheart.”

As the music played, she softened against him, as much a part of him as the steady beat of his heart. And that’s when he knew that he couldn’t go on like this, deceiving her with their relationship, playing with her emotions. The complete truth had to be told, their circumstances and feigned engagement explained, even at the risk of losing her.

But first he wanted one last night with her.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Less than an hour later, Noah shrugged out of his formal jacket, tossed it onto the chair in the corner of his bedroom and locked gazes with the woman who made him hard with wanting. “Have I told you how incredibly sexy you look in that dress you’re wearing?”

With a sensual smile curving her lips, she closed the distance between them, tugged his bow tie loose and dropped it to the floor. Then she started in on the buttons of his dress shirt, her warm lips kissing each inch of skin she bared. “Yeah, you have, and I do believe you made mention of wondering what I’m wearing beneath it, too.”

“So I did,” he said huskily, helping her as she pushed his shirt off his shoulders, down his arms and off. “Is that an invitation to find ou

t?”

Laving one of his nipples with the flat of her tongue, she unbuckled his belt, pulled his zipper carefully over his enormous erection, and let his trousers fall around his bare feet. His boxer briefs followed, which he promptly kicked aside, leaving him completely naked while she remained fully dressed.

“Consider it an invitation, a dare, a challenge.” She knelt in front of him, her palms sliding down his hair-roughened thighs as she went. “I’m game for any or all three.”

He chuckled at her playful reply, then groaned as she wrapped her fingers around his aching shaft and stroked him from base to tip, drawing a bead of clear fluid from the head of his cock. Pulling the clip from her hair, he tangled his fingers in the spill of silky strands and dared her to indulge in a more carnal intimacy.

He watched his fantasy unfold as her lashes drifted shut, her lips parted, and she enveloped him in the wet heat and suction of her mouth. She teased him with her tongue, drawing him deeper still, and when she moaned in the back of her throat, the sound vibrated along his shaft and threatened his control.

Effortlessly, she’d taken over the reins of tonight’s seduction. She pushed him to the brink, testing his restraint not once, but twice, before she finally stopped, leaving him full and throbbing for release. Refusing to go there without her along for the ride, he pulled her back up and captured her mouth with his, taking over with a challenge of his own.

Their tongues tangled and mated as he tugged the sleeves of her dress all the way down her arms. With a helpful shimmy of her hips, the material slid the rest of the way off her body. When he finally stepped back and looked his fill of her, standing there in a strapless bra, barely there thong panties and silky thigh-high stockings, the first thought that filled his mind was that she was a sexy centerfold come to life. His own personal playmate to enjoy and devour.

“This was definitely worth waiting for,” he murmured appreciatively.

Dipping his head, he traced the full swells of her lush breasts with his tongue while reaching behind her to release the catch on her bra. The garment fell to the floor, and he latched onto a taut nipple, sucking her as his name tumbled from her lips. He cupped her other breast in his palm, fondling the warm, resilient flesh until the dual assault had her body twisting against him and her fingers digging into the muscles of his back.

He straightened, and with a hot, deep kiss he guided her back toward the foot of the bed and onto the center of the mattress. He didn’t join her just yet, too enthralled by the sight of her lying there. Her breasts rose and fell with each deep breath she took, those insubstantial panties covered her feminine secrets, and the provocative stockings encased her long, slender limbs.

Hooking his fingers beneath the thin strings at the sides of her thong, he dragged the damp scrap of fabric down her legs while his lips pressed hot, moist, openmouthed kisses up her thighs. His tongue tasted, his teeth marked her, and she writhed and moaned under his ministrations.

Once her underwear was off, she automatically opened her stocking-clad legs, issuing him the final invitation to come inside her. He did, using his tongue and fingers to take her to the edge of orgasm. Again and again, he teased and tormented her with the promise of an explosive climax, just as she’d done to him.

When he was confident that she was primed for him and a few strokes away from release, he rolled on a condom and knelt between her legs. But instead of driving into her as she seemed to expect, he shoved a pillow beneath her bottom, raising her pelvis higher, and draped her thighs over his so that his pulsing cock nestled against the slick opening of her sex.

She looked up at him, a sultry smile on her lips. “You have a thing for pillows, don’t you.”

“It gives me better leverage, and deeper access.” His hand smoothed down her flat stomach and his thumb pressed against her swollen clit, making her groan and grip the covers at her sides. “Do you mind?”

“Not at all. I’m all yours, to do with as you please.” She dampened her bottom lip with her tongue and asked, “Aren’t you going to take off my stockings?”

“No, I don’t think I am.” His other hand trailed over the strip of bare skin where the lacy bands of her stockings ended, and his stomach muscles constricted in restraint. “I find the contrast of sheer black nylon against your pale, creamy flesh highly erotic.”

She blinked lazily, sensually. “You make me feel erotic.”

Aching to be inside her, he pushed forward, watching as the entire length of his cock disappeared into her body. She made a small sound of pleasure as he buried himself to the hilt, though he didn’t move or thrust, just savored the heat and tightness and wonder of being such an intimate part of her.