He fills the kettle and sets it to boil. “Because Elizabeth’s too formal and reminds me of a grandma.” He turns around to face me, pinning me with his dark gaze. “Liz seems too hard and stiff for you. I wouldn’t want to fuck a plank and believe me, I want to fuck you, so it’s Lizzie. That okay with you?” He tilts his head and leans back against the kitchen cupboards.
I’d laugh at his ridiculous reasoning if I weren’t so turned on by it.
“So, Lizzie…” He purrs my name, no doubt on purpose. “What is it you’re hiding?”
Instantly my hackles rise. “What do you mean?”
He rumbles that deep laugh of his again. “See, you’re hiding something.” For a few beats he remains quiet. “A boyfriend?”
Heat burns at my cheeks and I find myself unable to meet his gaze.
“Don’t worry, I prefer it that way.”
Startled by his words, I whip my head in his direction. “Prefer it?”
“Yes, angel. I like it that way.” A devastating smile slides onto his face. “I’m not a relationship kind of guy, I’m sure you’ve guessed that already. So you having another bloke takes away the worry. If your heart belongs to someone else, you aren’t going to lose it to me in a night.” Something flickers behind his eyes and the cocky smile fades a little.
I guess it’s not the time to tell him my heart’s been long gone from my relationship.
“So, where is he? Why would he be so stupid as to let you out on your own, to be preyed on by the likes of me?”
“On tour,” I answer honestly.
Noah’s expression never falters, not intimidated or impressed by the information I just told him. He just nods and continues to appraise me with his gaze. The last thing I want to talk about is Mac anyway, so instead I ask a question. “Do you do this often?”
He has the decency to look a little embarrassed. He runs his fingers through his hair, and the action ruffles it to the point of distraction. I struggle to tear my eyes away.
“This… Doing relationships, if you want to call them that, this way, is the only thing I can offer. I’m the guy women want for a night. I’m a trophy fuck. I can’t give more and I don’t want to.”
My heart stutters a fraction before I regain control. His words shouldn’t bother me because I never expected anything more from him. Still, the absolute certainty he emits brings the whole situation to reality. But there’s something in the way his brow furrows that makes me think it’s a choice. There’s a reason.
“Why? Just out of interest.”
He stalks over, caging me against the wall. My hands press against his taut chest and his breath flutters against my ear. “Well, if I told you, it wouldn’t be my secret then, would it?”
All logical thought disappears, replaced with an intense desire heating my veins. It surges through me setting every nerve on fire. What did I ask him?
I dig my fingers in a fraction, but there’s no give in the flesh, his muscles beneath are strung tight. His face is a hair’s width from mine. His breath grazes across my face in small pants. I catch the faint smell of beer, mixed with his closeness and the strength of him, and it makes me weak. I have no defences. I don’t want any.
Without warning, he pulls away and strides to the other side of the room. He keeps his back to me. With his head dipped, his shoulders rise and fall almost as if he’s restraining himself.
His reaction confuses me. “Noah?”
When he turns to me the wildfire in his eyes takes my breath away. And I swallow hard, waiting to see what he’ll do next.
“You need to leave.” The words strike hard, but his demeanour counters them.
“What? Why?”
“I promised I wouldn’t touch you unless you asked me to. I can’t keep that promise.” His whole body appears to vibrate from the restraint he’s enforcing. “You need to go.”
I step towards him. “Touch me.” The words are out of my mouth before I can second-guess myself. I want to come alive under his touch. “If you can only give me one night, I want you to touch me like you mean it.”
His jaw clenches, then tics. His eyes darken. “Can you handle that? Handle me?”
I know I can’t. I know one night with this man would never be enough. There’s something feral and untamed about him, yet at the same time he makes me feel safe. That in itself unnerves me more. And then there’s the guilt. Can I live with that?
“Yes.”
He gives me a cocky half smile. “You’re lying.”
How the hell can he tell? I struggle to find something to say to convince him everything else is worth this one night.
He closes the gap between us again. “But you’re prepared to take the risk? You think the prize is worth the fall.”
“Am I thinking out loud?” How else could he know?
A deep laugh rumbles from his chest. “No. But you’re giving me some wicked facial expressions.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh.” His expression softens as he trails a thoughtful finger along my collarbone, but the heat in his eyes remains. “The only thing I can give you is in my jeans. I can be your dirty secret. I can be yours for tonight. But that’s all I’ll be. No hearts. No flowers.”
“Are you sure you want to do this? You seem to be trying really hard to convince me to leave.”
Something passes over his expression and I can’t place it.
“I promise you, there’s nothing more I want to do. I want to hear your soft whimpers as I fill you. I want to have your taste on my lips. I want to fill every part of you with every inch of me. I want you to wake up in the morning and have every muscle ache.” His length grows ridged against my hip. “I want you to remember for the rest of your life what it feels like to have me fuck you. So yeah, I’m sure of what I want… Are you?”
I’m speechless. Breathless. “Yes.”
No.
He rests his hands on my hips. “You’re still lying.” His fingers gently massage my waist then he skims both my sides, before grazing his thumbs over my nipples. The light contact sends ripples down to my already soaked centre. He leans into my ear again. “But you want me to touch you. Even though you know it’s wrong. Tell me the truth, angel.”
If he wants the truth, I can give him some form of it. “I want to escape.”
He pulls back and examines me before closing in on me again. “That I can work with.” The warm whisper against my neck heightens my arousal.
HE MOVES AWAY a fraction, then keeping his gaze locked on mine, closes the last remaining space between us. My eyelids flutter closed at the brush of his lips. At first he’s gentle, soft, teasing, like in the club. Then he increases the heat, demanding more. I surrender under him, allowing him access. My hands find his shoulders, kneading into them, and then I trace his corded muscles down to his forearms.
His powerful hands skim my sides down to my thighs, and heat surges from my pores where his fingertips meet my bare skin. He touches me like he owns me. When his hands glide a trail upward, the hem of my dress catches on his fingers. He teases the hem up and over his hands but doesn’t move any further. Breaking our kiss, he pulls his face away from mine. It’s like he knows I’m finding it hard to breathe. I stare back at him as I let out a few panted breaths.
His broad chest surges and subsides, and I miss it pressed against me. “You sure you want to do this? Because if this dress goes any higher it’ll fucking kill me to stop.”
I purposely move my hands from his arms, trace across his hard chest and down his sculpted abs, stopping short of the tip of the impressive bulge in his jeans. With a single nail, I graze over the rounded head pushing against the denim. I find the sharp intake of breath he takes strangely satisfying. He unravels me. Yet at the same time he makes me feel like I’m the one who holds the power. His gaze holds mine as my thumbs work to pop open the top button on his jeans. Feeling brave, I reach for his zipper only to find another button. He gives me a sexy lopsided smile and places his hands over mine.