Page 30 of The Getaway
Those damn fingers continue their insufferable movements, teasing and working me up until I’m practically shaking in his arms.
“Noah,” I moan, dropping my head back to his shoulder and clutching his hand on my hip.
“Yes?” he whispers in my ear as his fingers move past my entrance once more. I grind my hips, seeking his touch.
“Please,” I breathe out.
I’ve never been one to beg, never been in the situation where I would have to. If you had asked me a month ago if I would, my answer would have been quick and simple. Hell no.
Yet it’s not even something I think twice about with Noah.
When we got together last night, the thought of never seeing him again was what gave me confidence. I figured that if I said or did something to be embarrassed about, it was just a one-night stand. Now, after only a day with this man, it’s clear that I could say or do whatever, and he would gladly give it to me.
So, begging for Noah is a whole different story, as I would do just about anything to chase after the high he gives me.
He presses a single finger inside of me then, barely giving me any relief.
“Get a room!” someone yells out from behind us.
“Shit!” I squeal, jumping out of Noah’s arms and turning around to face him.
My dress falls back into place, and I try to ignore the heat spreading across my cheeks when my underwear stays messed up. Noah glares over his shoulder toward the voice, but the people have already moved on after calling us out.
When he turns back to me, the annoyance that was on his face instantly turns into a smirk as he slowly looks me over. His intense gaze makes me rub my thighs together, my body instantly reminded of what he was about to do and how badly I crave his touch.
“My room is in that building,” Noah says, nodding his head toward it and stepping toward me. Reaching out to grip my waist, he pulls me into him. I push up onto my tiptoes, wrapping my arms around his neck, leaning in until our mouths are barely an inch apart.
“Then why are we out here still?” I whisper, my lips skimming over his as I talk.
Noah doesn’t respond, instead he slams his mouth against mine. He kisses me slowly at first, but when I swipe my tongue over his bottom lip, something snaps. Holding me tightly against his body, Noah devours me. Our tongues battle for dominance while his hands roam over my ass, grabbing and massaging every inch of my body as if he can’t get enough.
I don’t know how much time passes, but when I hear someone laugh close by, I finally break away and gasp for air. He doesn’t falter, kissing down my neck and shoulder until he retraces his path back to my jaw.
“Your room. Now, Noah.”
It’s not a question, or even a request. It’s a demand, fueled by the pure desire coursing through my veins.
Noah chuckles against my neck, the feel of his beard against my skin making me squirm in his hold. He moves before I have a chance to catch up, bending down and scooping me into his arms.
“What are you doing!?” I squeal through my giggles, tightening my arms around his neck and practically clinging to him.
“As much as I enjoy teasing and working you up, I have been thinking about being inside your perfect cunt all damn day.” He says it so simply, picking up his pace while gripping my thigh tighter. “There will be plenty of time to draw out all those beautiful sounds you make, to learn every inch of your body and find what makes you tick. But right now, all I can think about is fucking you.”
I blush at his words, and instead of telling him to put me down or attempt to hide how his words affect me, I let them wash over me.
Noah’s words are more intoxicating than any drink. From his dirty praises to his sensual affirmations, everything he says leaves my body buzzing with a need that only he can soothe.
His comment about teasing runs through my head as I lean in and place a feather-light kiss on his neck. The hand on my thigh squeezes in response, encouraging me to do it again before moving to kiss just below his ear.
He curses under his breath, approaching the building quickly. I catch his ear between my teeth, biting gently before moving back to return the favor of those torturous kisses he likes to give me.
A cool blast of air hits us, telling me we’ve made it to his building, and I finally pull back to look around. We approach the elevators, but Noah doesn’t slow down, passing them and rounding a corner.
Halfway down the hall, he finally loosens his hold on me, carefully setting me on my feet in front of a door, but not letting go. I’m about to get out of his way when he steps into me, pressing me against the door and tipping my head back so he can kiss me.
I melt into him, fisting the fabric at his chest in my hands and kissing him back. Without breaking away, he enters the door code, messing it up twice before finally pulling away from me. While he enters the numbers again, I manage to undo the top three buttons of his shirt. The door opens behind me, and I stumble back, but Noah catches me with an arm around my waist. He carefully walks me backward through the door.
We don’t make it further than the entryway, as Noah pins me to the wall and reaches between us. He tugs at the knot that holds the top of my dress together, letting it fall open and reveal my bare chest to him. His hands are on me in the next second, grabbing my breasts in his hands as he dips down to lick at my hard nipples. I groan at the feeling of his tongue against my skin, letting my head fall back and hit the wall with a loud thud.