Good Girl (Love Unexpectedly 2)

Time disappears. The room disappears. There’s nothing but his mouth, his tongue, his fingers, and yet I’m aware that there’s something more. Something I can’t quite…

Noah’s lips move up, and he sucks my clit. There it is.

“Yes,” I whisper, my hands finding his hair. “Yes, yes, yes.”

He groans against me, his tongue moving faster, sucking harder until I’m nothing but screaming, bucking orgasm beneath his mouth.

To his credit, he doesn’t gloat when it’s over. He merely rests his head against my stomach, letting me catch my breath before planting a gentle kiss right below my belly button. It’s so reverent, so lovely, that I realize I haven’t thought once about the damn belly pooch.

I feel beautiful.

Noah makes me feel beautiful.

He moves up my body, and I spread my legs, expecting him to enter me, but to my surprise he rolls onto his back and takes me with him so I’m on top with my knees on either side of his hips.

“Here’s your other lesson,” he says gruffly, palms sliding over the globes of my ass.

“Actually, I’ve done it this way before,” I admit. “My first boyfriend said it was the most comfortable position for virgins, so…” I shrug.

He lifts his eyebrows. “And how was it?”

I lift my hand and wiggle it. So-so.

“Well then,” he says, hands sliding to my waist and lifting me up. “We can do better than that.”

I gasp in shock as he pulls me down hard onto him, and I see from the glint in his eyes that’s exactly what he had in mind. I realize with glee that whatever Noah and I may be turning into, we’re still those two competitive enemies determined to outdo each other in matters of seduction.

Tonight he’s winning, and he knows it.

Time to turn the tables.

Channeling the sexy, wanton creature who zip-tied Noah to the bed, I narrow my eyes right back at him and slide my hands up to his shoulders, leaning slightly to find the right position.

And then I move.

I lift up slowly, teasingly, before thrusting down hard. My way. Not his.

He gasps, his eyes shuddering closed as his grip tightens. “Wait.”

Hell no.

My nails dig into his shoulders as I lift again and again, thrusting down on him, using him as my own sexual plaything.

Eventually I figure out that circling my hips slightly is best for both of us, and I grind on him, alternating between slow and languorous and fast and frantic.

“Jenny.” His hands are on my breasts now, as though he can’t decide whether to hold on for dear life or torment me. “Jenny.”

I lean forward farther, dangling my nipple above his mouth, and I cry out when he takes the bait, sucking me into his mouth as I move more quickly, my hips circling faster and faster, sensing that he’s close, knowing that he needs…

Noah’s yell is low and hoarse as he bucks up beneath me, spilling warmth inside me as he clenches helplessly at my back.

My face drops to his shoulder, and I feel a little wound up, the experiment in riding Noah Maxwell riling my lady parts all over again, but mostly deeply satisfied that he came to completion.

That I did that. Me.

For him. On him. To him.

His hand smooths over my back, and I don’t think I’m imagining that it’s shaking just a little bit. “The things you do to me…”