“Open your shirt.”
I meet his eyes.
“He won’t see,” Noah murmurs. “Open your shirt for me.”
I falter, the pulse in my neck throbbing. I want to.
I…
“He won’t find out,” Noah says, tossing a look behind me toward the door to the kitchen.
What would happen if he did? At any second that door could open.
“Open,” Noah growls under his breath. “Your fucking shirt, princess.”
I reach up, holding his eyes as he jerks himself and unbutton his shirt that I wear. Underneath, I sport a tight, tank top, and he doesn’t even ask. He bares his teeth, yanking it up over my breasts. His lungs empty as he stares at my body, and I lie on my back again, letting him drink me in.
My nipples harden, sharpening to points in the chilly air. “Noah…”
He licks the palm of his hand, dragging his tongue over it, and dipping back down to jerk himself harder, his eyes never leaving my body.
He fists his hard cock, cum dripping from its tip. He inches in to touch me, and I shake my head.
No.
He stops, his angry eyes zoning in on me.
“No one says no to me,” he whispers.
I smile a little.
“I want my mouth all over your body,” he says, staring at my breasts. “Let me taste them.”
I shake my head again, but my skin tingles with the idea. His mouth hungrily sucking on me… God.
He makes me feel powerful. With Noah, I’m not embarrassed to demand or refuse. He dangles on my line and not the other way around.
“Faster.” I push my tits up for him. “Do it faster.”
He breathes through his teeth, stroking himself harder and faster, and I watch his mouth open and close as he longs for my breasts.
I slip my hand down my jeans and inside my panties.
He groans, watching me finger myself. “Take ’em down.”
I shake my head, swirling my wet clit.
He growls again. “Take your panties down and show me something wet.”
“Noah, no.”
I can’t. I’ll lose control. This is what I love with Noah, and what I want to keep. I can love him but stay level.
He pants. “I want your panties balled up on my bedroom floor so bad, but I’ll fuck you right here if I have to, Tiernan.”
I eye the couch in the corner of the shop, a moment of surrender almost taking me over.
“Let me in your bed tonight,” he asks. “He won’t find out.”