Now, at last, he slid his hand around the back of her head. He moved forward enough to edge a foot between hers. Cait made a helpless sound as he groaned and bent his head.
His kiss was hot and urgent, blurring her thoughts. His tongue drove into her mouth and she met it with hers, the texture and insistence making her want to climb inside him. She kissed him back, trying to say yes, yes, yes without words. That big hand still wrapped the back of her head, angling it to please him, but the other one had made its way beneath her silk shell, roving up and down her back.
At first she’d only grabbed him and held on, but now she wanted her hands on his bare skin, too. She wrenched his white shirt from his dress slacks and found his hard belly. There wasn’t room between them, though. In pure frustration, she withdrew her hand and began to fumble with the buttons.
At some point Noah noticed and backed off, enough to let her finish. She pushed his shirt off his shoulders, but it stuck at his wrists. He laughed and took care of the cuffs himself. She was overwhelmed by all that muscle. He was the most physically compelling man she’d ever seen, with those huge, powerful shoulders, arms that could lift her little Mazda, washboard abdomen and V of curling brown hair that arrowed toward the thin black belt at his waist. Busy staring, she hadn’t noticed that he was divesting her of her top and then her bra until he cupped her breasts, gently squeezing and rotating his hands so that his calloused palms created friction that brought a cry from her throat.
“You’re beautiful,” he said hoarsely. “So beautiful.”
“You’re—”
His laugh vibrated in his chest. “Don’t say beautiful. I’ll know you’re lying through your teeth.”
A bubble of amusement rose in her, part of the floating sensation that made her feel as if her feet weren’t on the floor. “Magnificent,” she murmured, exploring. Her hands were greedy for his textures, for the play of those amazing muscles beneath the taut, hair-roughened skin, the hammer of his heartbeat. And then she couldn’t stand it anymore and tugged his head down so that she could kiss him again.
His flavor was intoxicating, as musky as the scent of aroused male. The kiss became frantic, as if he were consuming her and she was trying to do the same to him. Not until she felt pressure against the back of her legs did Cait realize he’d walked her to his bed. Now he reached past her, yanked off the sheet, scooped her up and sat her down.
She tried to pull him with her, but he squatted instead and removed her shoes, carefully, one at a time. He made an indescribable sound when he discovered her stockings were thigh-highs; she couldn’t look away from his face as he peeled them down, then engulfed her feet in his hands, kneading, finally moving up to her ankles, her calves. The skin behind her knees was so sensitive she jumped when his fingertips found it. He lifted his gaze to hers and didn’t look away as his hands slid up her thighs, higher, higher, until she was trying to cant her hips to meet the touch she knew was to come. The blue of his eyes burned now, and the skin was stretched tight across those blunt cheekbones. His mouth was softer than she had ever seen, a little swollen from that last, fierce kiss, and, oh, God, she wanted that mouth on hers, on her throat, her shoulders, her breasts, her belly.
He squeezed her hips, hooked her panties and drew them down. She cramped with desperate longing. All she wore now was a very short skirt that didn’t hide anything from him if he looked. But he didn’t. Still his gaze pinned hers, and she couldn’t look away.
“Unfasten my belt,” he said in a guttural voice.
Tearing her gaze from him, she felt a physical wrench. Her hands shook as she slid the leather from the buckle, parting it. With no prompting, she worked at the button at his waist and then the zipper. Cait heard herself panting as she lowered it over that thick bulge, exposing gray knit boxers. Before she could slide her hands inside them, he rose to his feet, kicked off his shoes and shed pants, boxers and socks in one move. As swiftly as he did it, she reached around to her back, lowered her own zipper and skimmed the skirt over her hips.
She had one instant of thinking how truly magnificent he was before he came down on top of her. They kissed and rolled and touched; eventually his mouth found her breasts and he suckled hard—no preliminaries. By that time all she wanted was him inside her. Oh, heavens, she was whimpering! Legs wrapped around his hips, Cait lifted herself until the blunt head of his penis nudged.