When Noah had yet to answer her, she turned to see him scowling down at her. Finally, a show of emotion. “What?”
He watched her and nodded, seeming to come to some conclusion. “I figure it’s best if I show you. Come on.”
“Okay. But first…”
“Now. It’s important.”
Knowing that murder, theft, and serious money hinged on Noah’s current case, she didn’t argue. “I have my cell phone if there are problems, I guess.”
He nudged her to move faster. They took his vehicle and drove out of town.
“Noah?”
“I’ll explain once we’re there.”
They arrived at a motel just outside the city limits, one that catered to visitors not familiar with Brownville. The bland building didn’t hold a candle to the Lady Fine Inn or any of the other hotels and B and B’s in town. People came to Brownville for the atmosphere. The best that could be said of this place was that the parking lot looked clean.
“This is a little weird.” She saw one blue compact car at the end of the row, in the opposite direction of where Noah parked. He had a smaller bag in hand as he pulled her from the SUV.
He glanced around, then walked quickly to a door a few down from where he’d parked, nearly dragging Lara in the process. To her consternation, he refused to let go. Nor did he explain anything. Starting to worry, she tried again. “Noah, what’s going on?”
“I’ll tell you inside.”
He hadn’t smiled at her once all day. And the look in his eyes now… To her surprise, her pulse raced. There was a hint of meanness in his gaze, and it turned her on. God, what is wrong with me? Bill, Mr. Nice, leaves me feeling nothing. But one glare from Mr. Bossy and I’m sexually excited?
He knocked once, and a woman opened the door. One of those pretty little things that set Lara’s teeth on edge. Petite, feminine, and with a face so arresting, one had to take a second look. Lara couldn’t determine the woman’s background. Carmel-colored skin, long black hair, and light blue-gray eyes. She seemed like a mix of several races rolled into one sexy female. One who knew and liked Noah, by the smile in her eyes.
“About time. I’m starved.” She gave Lara a curious once-over and said to her, “Good luck. You’re gonna need it.”
Before Lara could ask what that meant, the woman shot out the door. Noah shoved Lara inside, shut and locked the door behind him, then propped his back against it and tossed the bag to the floor. He crossed his arms over his chest, no longer the impassive man who’d strong-armed her into accompanying him.
“What the hell is your problem?” Damn. Her nipples throbbed, and her panties grew wetter by the second. Noah’s arms bunched, and the fury darkening his eyes only seemed to grow.
“I told you just last night you were mine. What the fuck did you think that meant?”
Where had the calm, controlled man from this morning gone? “This is about Bill, right?”
“What do you think?”
She couldn’t help glancing down his body, centering on the prominent bulge between his legs. The fact that he was aroused skyrocketed her own desire.
“I think you should have said something before. You didn’t tell me not to have dinner with him.” Which she would have laughed at. Commanding her in the bedroom, she liked, but in real life? Not so much.
“I shouldn’t have to tell you shit.” He took a few steps closer. “I didn’t like you going out with him, but I trusted you. Stupid, since what do we really know about each other?”
Pleased that he felt the same connection she did despite his reservations, she tried to explain. “Noah, I didn’t—”
“Then I saw his hands on you. His tongue down your throat, and you standing there, taking it.”
“Now hold on.” She scrambled back when he stalked over to her, and fell back onto the bed. A normal woman would have felt fear. Lara wanted him to screw her like there was no tomorrow.
He loomed over her. “Take off your fucking clothes.”
She shivered. “Noah, I didn’t kiss him. If you saw us, you know he took me by surprise.”
“The shirt first. I want to watch your nipples perk up for my clamps.”
Lara froze. “What?”
“Do it, or I’ll do it for you.”
Nervous, aroused, and confused all at once, Lara didn’t know what to do.
Then Noah took the choice from her.
He couldn’t believe how angry he was that Bill Knowles, that fuckwad, had dared to touch her. Lara belonged to him. He’d seen that kiss, the way the bastard groped her, holding her too tight. Though Lara hadn’t instigated the embrace, she hadn’t seemed too bothered by it. Clearly she needed to learn a lesson about what it meant to be his.
Noah hadn’t been so excited by a woman since… Well, since this morning, when he’d fucked Lara nice and hard. But apparently, not hard enough.
She looked up at him with those big brown eyes, appearing so vulnerable, despite her arousal. Noah had the simultaneous urge to protect and fuck the shit out of her. Two things he planned on doing right now.
He didn’t like her refusal to obey, though. That he’d have to correct. “I know I told you to take off your clothes.” With one hand, he ripped her shirt down the middle, and buttons went flying. Her nipples stabbed against her bra, the hard nubs begging for his touch. After pushing the material of her shirt from her arms, he ordered her to sit up.
Satisfied that though she quivered, she obeyed him without question, he unlatched her bra and tossed it to the floor. He pushed her back until she lay flat against the bed again. Then he did what he’d been dying to do since he’d woken that morning.
He took one perfect nipple between his teeth and sucked while he played with the full globe next to it. Her tits were perfect. They fit his hands. And God, he loved touching them.
“Oh yes.” She grabbed his head and held him there, undulating beneath him. He knew if he touched her pussy, he’d find her wet. So true in her response, so needy. Their obvious chemistry made it hard to think of anyone but Lara in his bed. And damn if he’d give her up to some dickhead fire chief.
He shifted his attention to her other breast, sucking and nipping until she begged him not to stop.
He ceased and straddled her. “You wouldn’t do this for Bill, would you, Lara?”
“No.”
“You wouldn’t whore yourself to another man, would you?”
She gaped at him, and the lust started to fade from her expression. “I wouldn’t whore myself for any man.” She scowled at him. “I changed my mind. Get off me, Noah.”
Loving her fire, he gave her a mean smile. He saw her swallow hard. “What’s wrong, baby? Afraid of me now?”
“Fuck you.”
“I intend to. Just as soon as you’re naked and all tied up.”
At that, the fight went out of her. “Tied up?” she whispered and bit her lower lip.
“Oh yeah. So you can’t move while I’m fucking you so hard, you’re screaming. I’m gonna come in that mouth, that cunt, that ass. Over and over. Till you’re begging me to forgive you.”
So lost in his fantasies, he barely noticed her nod as he removed her shoes, socks, pants, and panties. He buried his face in her pussy and sucked her clit hard. Then he pulled away before he forgot himself.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded. “I want you so much.”
“I can tell.” He smirked and stripped out of his clothes. “Almost as much as I want you.” He held his cock and stroked it a few times. He wanted to come inside her, to watch her swallow him down, then take him in her virgin hole. To know he’d be the first, the only one to claim her ass, had him near to climaxing.