"Show me," I whispered.
His eyes flashed with a dark heat as he crushed his lips to mine.
Although I'd been expecting it, the kiss still caught me by surprise. Noah's lips were firm and insistent. His tongue immediately flicked at the seam of my lips, demanding entrance. I opened for him and he slipped inside, stroking his tongue against mine.
I molded my body against his, moaning into his mouth as the shock dissipated. He growled and fisted my hair in his hand, angling my head back to take more of his kiss. Our tongues tangled together, slick and hot.
The taste of him, the smell of him, tough leather and spice, made me dizzy and lightheaded. I clutched his shoulders to keep myself balanced. He placed his hands on my hips, pulling me until I was practically in his lap. His fingers burned my skin even through the fabric of my dress.
He sucked on my bottom lip. My brain fogged over at the thought of him sucking other parts of me. My back arched, my breasts pressing against his front. Shivers ran through me as my stiff nipples found delicious friction.
With one smooth motion he gripped my thighs, forcing one leg over his lap until I was straddling him on the piano bench. My dress rode up to my waist. I let out an embarrassing squeak as I found myself pressed against the front of his jeans.
He felt impossibly hard, even through the fabric of my cotton panties. Panties that were quickly becoming damp with arousal. I could feel the outline of his length straining against his zipper.
I remembered my earlier desire to touch him and placed my hand against that bulge. I explored the shape of him through his jeans. He let out a groan. I flushed with pleasure. I made him that hard. I made him desire me that much.
He shifted his grip on my hips until he had one hand free. He reached under my sundress, sliding his hand up the soft skin of my inner thigh. My whole body shook with anticipation. He reached the apex and pressed a thumb against my clit. I let out a sharp whimper as pleasure shot through me.
He slipped a hand underneath the elastic of my panties. My stomach muscles clenched. He dragged two fingers between my folds. I bit my lip to suppress a moan, my every limb trembling.
"You’re soaking wet already," he murmured against my lips. "You want this bad, don't you?"
I inhaled a sharp breath and gave him a nod.
"Tell me what you want," he demanded.
"I—" My breathing was almost too shaky to speak.
"I'm not going to give it to you unless you tell me exactly what you want."
"Please," I said, trembling. "Inside me."
He thrust one finger into me, his callused skin almost rough. I moaned, my head tipping back as my eyes closed shut.
"Look at me."
I lifted my head, struggling to keep my eyes open. He slowly pumped that finger in and out, keeping his gaze locked on me.
"I want you looking at me when you come on my hand."
I moaned as Noah added a second finger. I couldn't believe this was even happening. Although it had only been weeks since I'd run into him in the piano room, it felt like I'd been waiting my whole life for Noah Hart to put his hands on me.Inme.
Now I was finally getting what I wanted. It was glorious and terrifying and overwhelming. It was almost too much to take, and yet I wanted more.
I shuddered and clutched at his shoulders even tighter. My thighs squeezed his hips in an unconscious, rhythmic motion. He moved inside me faster and faster, sending me spiraling upwards.
"Close, aren't you?"
I could only whimper and squirm on his lap.
"Come for me," he ordered. "Come while I fuck you with my fingers."
I struggled to take in enough air into my lungs as he increased the speed and force. I rocked my hips against his hand, trying to get friction where I needed it.
He pressed his thumb to my clit, rubbing in small circles. I let out a muffled shriek, my eyes squeezing shut against my will. Pleasure exploded outwards, singing through my every vein. It coursed through me, wave after wave of it. He continued playing with me throughout, sending shockwaves up and down my spine.
When the pleasure finally subsided I slumped against his chest, breathing heavily. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. One hand stroked my hair.
