“Who?” he asked, distracted as he leaned closer to her groin.
Do it, please. She forgot what she’d been saying when he sucked her clit into his mouth.
Primed to explode, she came hard, all over his mouth. And then she felt it, an intrusion into her anus that pinched.
“Hmm. So good.” He licked her and toyed with her clit some more, amping her climax. “Relax and push out while I slide it in.”
Her orgasm ended just as all four inches of the plug seated inside her. She felt full yet empty. Her orgasm had satisfied, but not the way it did with Noah filling her.
“Don’t move. Fuck. I wish I had a camera.”
That startled a laugh out of her, which dislodged some of the plug. It burned a little as it slid out, but when he pushed it back in, it wasn’t so bad.
“Let’s get you used to it, hmm? And while it’s in there, I’m going to eat. I haven’t had dinner yet.”
“What—Oh, not again. It’s too soon.”
But Noah didn’t seem to care. He sucked her clit and tongued her pussy while tugging at the chain holding the clamps. The contrast of pain and pleasure pushed Lara into a strange, sensual world. Her body became one giant pleasure center. Sensation tingled in places leading directly to her core, and as Noah’s demands grew rougher and more intense, she found herself once again on the edge of orgasm.
“Yeah, that’s it. For me. Good girl.” He finally released the chain tugging her nipples only to find the plug. As he ate her, he toyed with it, giving her little thrusts that soon turned into plunging strokes. “Fuck. I need more.”
In seconds he shoved the plug back into her ass and mounted her. He pushed into her pussy one inch at time. She felt so full, so incredibly tight as he wedged himself inside her, that thick cock clenched inside her channel.
“Lara, you feel so fucking good.” He groaned and started thrusting, taking care as he moved with deliberate slowness.
“Noah. Yes, yes.” She couldn’t stop her mewls of pleasure as he took her to a new high. Her entire world was different, saturated with Noah and his wicked, arousing touch. She wanted him, all of him, and she gripped with her inner walls and heard him curse again.
She hadn’t realized she’d closed her eyes until she opened them to see him staring down at her with a look of pain. “I’m trying to be gentle, but fuck it all. Baby, I need to move.” He kissed her and thrust deeply. No longer easy, he took her with a rough desperation as he licked and sucked the breath from her.
He broke away from her mouth just as she came hard, shouting out her pleasure. Then he tensed above her and shuddered, coming as well.
They remained joined several moments after, their heartbeats racing. She felt his hot breath on her neck when he tucked his head against her own. Panting and sweating, they were a matched set of satisfied lovers.
“Fuck me. I didn’t think you could be any more perfect. I was wrong.” Noah leaned up on his elbows and kissed her, his touch so light, she barely felt it.
“You’re so sexy.” She sighed and kissed him back. “So big.”
“Not so big now. I filled you up, baby. And I’m all over you. You’re a mess.” He sounded smug and not at all displeased.
“I am. I need a shower.” But she didn’t want to get up. She wanted to look up into his hazel eyes, to watch as they shimmered from brown to green in the light. To watch his lips curl as he looked down at her, sated with pleasure.
“You’re okay?” he asked, his voice gruff, and kissed her again. “I didn’t hurt you, right?”
“Other than the fact my bones melted, I’m good.”
He chuckled and eased up off her, and she felt a sting far from pleasant.
“Shit. I forgot about the clamps.”
To her surprise, so had she.
“This won’t feel good. Sorry.” He removed a clamp and sucked the sting out of her nipple before she could protest. The sensation would have revved her engines again if she hadn’t been so exhausted from their lovemaking. He did the same to the other until she felt like herself again.
“I can’t believe I let you put those on me.” She clenched her ass and grimaced. “Or that in me.”
His grin stirred her affection into something deeper. Something stronger. To her surprise, she saw a dimple she hadn’t seen before on his face. “Noah First. You have a dimple.”
He laughed. “No one but my family has ever seen that dimple, and not for ten years or more. And Lara, if you think the plug is uncomfortable, wait until I’m in there. If I wasn’t so tired from your hot little body, I’d show you right now.”
She blushed. An idiotic reaction, considering what he’d already seen and done to her, but she couldn’t help it. “I’m not sure it’ll fit.”
“Oh, it’ll fit. I’ll lube up real nice for you.” His grin did that thing to her insides again. Butterflies everywhere. “But we need to clean up, and I know you have questions. I sure as hell do.”
With care, he withdrew from her and removed the plug. Then he untied her.
She groaned and moved to rise when he lifted her in his arms as if she weighed nothing. “Noah.”
“Relax, baby. I’ll take care of you.” He carried her to the hotel bathroom, then preceded to clean her in the shower with gentle hands. To feel his strength, to know he could overtake her yet touch her with such reverence, tipped the scales even further.
Her mind screamed at her to listen. Not love. Just sex! Physical attraction, nothing more here. But her heart refused to listen.
Noah liked the way Lara continued to blush as she stared at him. The woman had a heart of gold; he could see it. She touched him, she really did. Hell, she’d spotted his dimple. When was the last time he’d smiled that wide? Even his own mother hadn’t seen such happiness the last time he’d seen her, over a decade ago. Had Noah ever felt so close to anyone before? He didn’t think so. And what made this entire emotional quagmire even worse was that he felt as if he had an end date stamped to his forehead.
He’d been sent here—and technically, he hadn’t even been sent here, he’d been sent to Superior—to retrieve a rare painting. He had a job and a life in Oregon. Lara had a life and a job in Arizona. But what would he be rushing back to? A life spent watching the past? His present filled with free weights and the new fitness crazes?
“That feels so good,” Lara crooned as he massaged her scalp.
He worked the shampoo in and stood back to let the water rinse it away. Then he let her wash him with the soap, since she kept batting his hands away from it when he tried to clean himself.
“Your body is just beautiful.” She sighed, and he felt himself blush. “Noah, how are you still single? I mean, you’re handsome, built, and smart.” A small pause. “Who was that woman earlier?”
The smile he’d been fighting returned full force. Lara was jealous. He’d bet a lot of money she would see that dimple if she glanced up past his abs. “That was Chloe, a friend of mine.”
Lara whipped her gaze to his. “A friend? What does that mean?”
He coughed to conceal a laugh. He didn’t laugh or smile. Noah did pensive, not cheer and that happy bullshit. But hell, after sex like they’d had, he’d give himself a break. The woman had rocked his world. “Chloe King. She’s a clairaudient and the night manager where I work.”
Lara blinked. “A clair-what?”
“She hears voices. Not like a schizophrenic does, but like a psychic does. Kind of like you do,” he mused. “And she’s my backup.”
“Oh. Your backup.” Lara rubbed soapy hands over his chest and arms. Hell, the woman was making him hard again. It was almost spooky how much he continued to want her. He should have been too tired to get it up.