Her breathing deepened, and she nodded. "Yes-"
Grasping the back of her knee, he leaned down and placed hot, damp kisses all the way up her thigh, and stopped short of his ultimate goal. "How about with my mouth?" he said, breathing hot, moist air on her skin.
She squirmed and clutched the sheets in her hands. "Oh, yes."
"What about my tongue?" Moving a bit higher, he delved the tip of his tongue into her navel in lazy, sensuous swirls that made her moan and thrash. "Do you want me to use that, too?"
"Oh, yes-" An impatient sob escaped her. "Noah, stop teasing me, please."
Knowing he'd tormented her enough, he pulled her panties down her long legs and off, tossed them to the floor, and slid his palms back up the insides of her slender thighs until his thumbs finally grazed the outer folds of her feminine flesh. He looked his fill of her, so plump and pink and glistening. And so uninhibited he knew she'd allow him anything at all.
It was a heady, dizzying thought. He raised his gaze to her face, taking in her flushed cheeks and those unwavering blue eyes waiting for him to make her feel alive, and cherished, and desired. It was a simple task from his perspective, and he separated the slick folds of her sex with his fingers and stroked her slowly, seductively. A deep, throaty, on-the-edge moan escaped her, and her body undulated for a more explicit touch.
Done toying with her, he settled himself between her spread thighs, slid his hands beneath her hips, and pressed an intimate, openmouthed kiss at the very heart of her. He nibbled her delicate flesh and gently suckled her swollen clitoris while his fingers continued to explore. She was incredibly sweet and tender, so open and responsive, he knew he'd never get enough of her.
At the first heated, silken swirl of his tongue, her entire body bowed and trembled on the precipice of an orgasm. With the second and third strokes she came with a gut-wrenching and very vocal climax that rippled through him, as well. He ruthlessly took her over the edge, reveling in her satisfaction, in the ecstasy he alone had given her.
While she floated back down from her release, he leisurely kissed his way back up the length of her, drinking in her pale, moonlit flesh and the tiny quivers still reverberating through her body. Her breathing was erratic, and she slid her fingers into his hair, holding him close as he tugged at a nipple with his lips and rolled the straining bead against his tongue before moving up to nuzzle her neck.
He'd thought he'd given her enough pleasure to exhaust her for the night-hell, he was drained and he hadn't had the luxury of coming-yet the provocative, restless way she tried to move over him made him quickly realize that one climax had seemingly only whet her appetite for more.
Her mouth landed on his chest, and her teeth scraped across his nipple, distracting him as her palm slipped down his abdomen and beneath the waistband of his sweatpants. In an aggressive move he hadn't anticipated, she took his hot, rigid penis in her hand and encircled him in a slow, squeezing stroke that made his entire body shake.
His hips bucked instinctively, and a low, guttural groan hissed out between his clenched teeth. Heeding the warning of his own impending orgasm rushing forth, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her fingers away, determined to regain the upper hand with her and the situation.
She looked up with him, her eyes fever-bright and her features just as wild and untamed. "Noah," she whimpered, the sound needy and utterly demanding. She twisted and strained toward him, rubbing her sweet curves against his chest, belly and thighs.
He stretched her arms above her head to maintain control, and held her wrists together with one hand. "Shh, baby," he murmured soothingly in her ear. "I'll give you whatever you need."
"I need you," she said raggedly. "Inside me."
He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. Her carnal request seared his senses and came damn close to crippling his fortitude. With a strength that nearly killed him, he said, "I don't have any condoms to make love to you. Not that way." They were the hardest words he'd ever spoken, considering he knew he had a few packets in the bathroom's medicine cabinet.
A desperate sound filled the darkened room, and she writhed against his hold. "Please, Noah."
"Don't worry, I'll take care of you." He cursed himself for being such a gentleman when he ached to drive deep inside of her and assuage his own raging lust. Then he dipped his head to slide his tongue along her lower lip. "Just relax and stop fighting me."
His mouth came down on hers, hot and hard, and the seduction started all over again. While the first time had been a slow, easy buildup, Noah skipped all coaxing preliminaries and opted for a single-minded approach to assuaging her sexual energy.
His free hand slipped between her thighs, and he finessed her with sleek caresses before slipping one finger, then two, deep inside of her. He delved his thumb against her softly swollen flesh, and she groaned and tried to tug her arms free, but he refused to let her go. He kissed her rapaciously, making love to her not only with his mouth but his hand, as well. His fingers thrust into her in a slow, thick rhythm, and his thumb added to the friction.
He felt her inner muscles contract around his fingers and knew she was on the verge of another orgasm. He lifted his mouth from hers just as she reached the peak, because this time he wanted to watch her as she came for him. Her legs clamped tight around his hand, and her hips surged upward, seeking and taking what he offered.
Her eyes fluttered closed and her head rolled back on the pillow as her body convulsed with a hard, all-consuming release that made her shudder and scream. He didn't stop after the first wave, but ruthlessly pushed her higher, wringing every last bit of tension from her with yet another slow, sinuous orgasm that left her limp and sated. As he gradually brought her back down with tender caresses and soft kisses, she wept his name, and it was the sweetest sound he'd ever heard.
He released her hands, and she opened her eyes and glanced up at him with a dreamy smile that told him he'd satisfied her plenty-for tonight, anyway. The woman was utterly insatiable, as though it had been years since she'd allowed herself such sexual freedom and she was making up for lost time.
With a soft, repleted sigh, she snuggled up to his side. Wrapping an arm over his belly, she rested her head on his shoulder and promptly fell asleep, leaving him reeling from the entire episode-and battling with the fiercest erection of his entire life.
He thought about heading to the bathroom to give his body some badly needed relief from the throbbing pressure, but Natalie was draped over him and he didn't want to disturb her or, Lord forbid, wake her up and have the lascivious cycle start all over again. He'd never survive another round.
He inhaled a calming breath and willed himself to relax and focus on what lay ahead for him and Natalie-mainly, to discover the key to her past and the threat looming over her. There was still so much he didn't know about her, so much he didn't understand. Despite all that, there was one thing he knew for absolute certain. He cared for Natalie, and that knowledge shook him up in a way nothing ever had.
The feelings crowding his chest had been completely foreign to him until Natalie. He was falling hard and fast for her, rushing headlong into emotions he'd never before allowed with a woman. He'd always been the one to pull back in a relationship, to withhold, because it was easier and smarter to keep his distance than to get sentimentally involved and get hurt.
Maintaining a light, flirtatious demeanor had come easily to him, and he was beginning to suspect he'd just never come across the right woman to inspire anything deeper, to make him want to take a leap beyond a superficial relationship and take a chance with his emotions.
Natalie, quite possibly, could be that woman. Because for the first time in his adult life he instinctively wanted to give to another person, as well as keep her safe from harm.