When the kitty starts to squirm in my arms, I let her down, and she darts somewhere behind the couch. She’s safe here, so she’s the least of my concerns right now.
All I care about is the stiffness in Noah’s frame. I don’t like that one bit. I want to give this man the same care and kindness he offers to others around him so freely.
So, I’d give it to him with the only thing I can offer. “What will you do? Child,” I taunt him, stepping closer to him.
“Andie, don’t start something you can’t follow through?” His husky voice promises a good and dangerous time. His knuckles turn white with his tight grip on the counter.
I feel the tension from the car returning. Both of us are unsatisfied, forced to change the plan when we almost slammed into the cat.
But the lust and desire come back with a vengeance. It’s thick and sensual as it settles over us, seeping into our bones as it pulls our bodiestogether.
I quite enjoy the way I can rattle this big man. Because that’s who he is—big, broad, and allman.
He makes the guys my age look like kids, like boys. And God, if that doesn’t turn me on like a light switch.
Heturns me on like a light switch.
“Who said I can’t?” I raise my chin, letting all the bravado I feel show on my face, though the flutters in my stomach might tell another story.
His head whips at me, daring me to make him give in. That’s exactly what I do when my hands go behind, and the crackling of the zipper of my dress as I pull it down sounds both ominous and exciting.
Noah stares at me with his eyes so wide, I’m surprised they’re still in his sockets. The heat and anticipation in his eyes exhilarate me, assure me that doing this with him is right.
That I want to give myself to Noah even if it’s not forever.
Even if it’s for a night.
The second the dress is about to fall from my shoulders, Noah is at me, panting from the three steps he took to get to me.
He hauls me to him, holding thedress at my shoulders, not letting me be bare. My chest grazes his, and I bite my lower lip to hold in a moan. I’m too sensitive right now. His frantic eyes search mine, “I’m too keyed up to think straight, Andie? You don’t want to do this.”
My eyes harden as I let the anger surge through me, and I’m ready to give him a piece of my mind and tell him not to treat me like a china dish, when he speaks again.
“I don’t trust myself right now, Andie.” His husky and desperate voice does nothing to deter me.
“Then trust me to know what I want,” I say, covering his cheeks with my hands, rubbing the pad of my thumb over his coarse beard hair, loving the way they tingle.
He swallows an audible gulp, his eyes displaying so many emotions, a window to the war raging inside of him.
I make it easier for him. I stand on my toes, nowhere closer to his height than I was before, so my hands move to his neck and pull him down the rest of the way—his lips just shy of mine. “I wantyou, Noah,” I whisper over his lips.
Noah’s eyes flare, and within a second, he bends and picks me up, my legs wrappingaround his waist automatically. “You’re gonna regret giving me the reins, Rainbow. But I’m too far gone and selfish to be the one to think clearly,” he warns me.
His threat only makes me rub myself on his clothed length that now digs exactly where I want him.
His fingers dig into my hips, halting me. “You do not move until I tell you to,” he commands on a rough exhale.
I basically whine when I can’t achieve the friction I so desperately want between my legs. Luckily, we’re in his bedroom in time as he shuts the door behind him, and lets me down—every inch of my body rubbing with his as my feet touch the ground.
Then Noah takes a step back and finally lets the fabric wrapped around my body succumb to gravity as it pools around my feet.
My instinct is to cover myself, lock myself away where no one can see me, hurt me.
But it’s the look in Noah’s eyes that gives me all the strength I need to let myself be bare for him—to let him see what no other man ever has.
Never all of me.
His eyes shine with so much heat, lust, anddesire that my core vibrates, begging for him to be inside me this very instant. It’s not just that, though. It’s the reverence in his forest eyes that makes me believe that he wants me, at least for tonight.