She has to be the one to make the first move this time. I flung myself at her once before. I need to know she wants me as much as I want her. Only problem is, she sure as hell is taking her sweet, precious time.
She smirks at me, tempting me, having more patience and restraint than I thought possible. Hell, that’s sexy. The anticipation of having her does nothing to quench my thirst. In fact it only makes me want her more.
Suddenly, she fists my shirt in her hands, pulls me close, and rests her lips against my ear. She nibbles once, making me start to lose all self-control.
“Then don’t,” she purrs.
I grab her hips and pin her against the counter. The second my lips meet hers she lets out a sexy fucking moan. One of her legs rises and wraps around my thigh, urging me to take more, and I don’t hold back.
Fisting her hair in my hands, I pull her head back and devour her mouth like a fiend. Our tongues seductively tangle, my teeth nip at her bottom lip, and the vixen purrs. Her hands grab me around the waist and she forcibly pulls me into her hips, grinding her soft curves against every firm ridge of my frame. I pull her other leg up, and she instinctively wraps both around my waist.
My right hand begins its journey up her thigh. Reaching the hem of her skirt, I pause. She hasn’t stopped me yet, so I force it up higher. Fuck me. Her nylons are attached to a garter belt. With a flick of my finger, I snap the elastic band against her thigh. She sucks in a sharp breath, then begs me to do it again. God, this woman is going to be the death of me. I oblige, and the second her pleasure is met with a little pain another throaty moan fills the room. My cock strains against my jeans as my lips find their way to her neck, and I nibble and suck my way across her collarbone.
If she doesn’t stop me, I’m ready to strip her bare right here and fuck her against her kitchen counter. Grabbing my face back up to hers, she rests her forehead against mine, and I reluctantly come up for air. I meet her eyes and she bites her lip seductively. I scoot her closer to the edge of the counter and thrust my cock up her center. Her head falls back in pleasure. She slowly looks back at me through hooded lashes. I keep my eyes focused on hers as my hand travels between us, I lift her skirt, and circle her clit. Her wetness grows, soaking through the lace of her panties. She watches me pleasure her. Her hips buck off the counter. Her smell drugs me as I pull her panties aside and run my thick finger up her velvet seam.
She grinds against me, urging me to press inside her. But fuck, if we don’t stop now, I won’t be able to control myself. She’ll be bent over the couch in no time, and even though I want nothing more, I’m not sure she’s ready for that step just yet.
Breathing heavily, I growl, “Fuck, darlin’, you have no idea what the sight of you coming undone does to me. I want you so bad, it fucking hurts. But I don’t think you can handle what I have planned for you.”
Cocking her head to the side, she smiles. “Try me.”
Forcing my finger inside her cunt, I curl it and stroke her tight walls. Her mouth falls open. Her eyes stay locked on mine in challenge. Forcing another finger inside her pussy, she lets out a light scream. Breathing heavy, her hands greedily feel for my belt as my lips find her neck, and I suck a path down her chest, sucking the top of her cleavage hungrily between my lips.
Hell, she’s more delicious than I could have ever dreamed. She whimpers my name as she fumbles with the buttons of my jeans.
“Excuse me, don’t let me interrupt,” a voice says from the doorway.
Our hands freeze. Heads hanging low, embarrassed and not knowing how to proceed, we stand there like two teenagers that just got caught when their parents come home from work early.
Pulling her skirt down, Eva eases off the counter. She smirks at me like this is funny. I, however, see no humor in this situation. Adjusting myself, I take a deep breath before turning around to greet the intruder.
“No, please continue,” the redhead says. “I missed the mating display on Nat Geo last night. This is good, maybe even better.”
She smiles sarcastically at me, knowing damn well the embarrassment I feel. I don’t know who she is, but for all I care she can turn around and leave the way she just came. But as time stretches and I study her smug face, I realize I’ve seen her somewhere before. In the bar the first night I met Eva. She’s starting to have an annoying habit of breaking us apart.
Eva lets out a laugh, yet her company seems rather unamused with the situation, just like myself. Well damn, this is awkward. The redhead glares at me, passing all sorts of judgments before I even have a chance to speak. Great. What the hell have I just stepped into?
Chapter Twelve
Eva
When no one says anything for a minute, which seems more like an hour, I decide to break up the silence with some introductions.
“Noah, this is Gwen. She’s visiting from SoCal and staying with me for a few days.” I have to admit, it falls on deaf ears as neither one of them seems to acknowledge me. “Gwen, this is Noah.” Her harsh expression deepens as she continues to glare at the man in front of her. “Noah and I actually met last week, when I was down south.” Still nothing. “You met him, too.” Curious, she finally glances my way and then looks back disapprovingly on Noah.
Nervous and slightly annoyed, Noah shifts his weight on his feet and adjusts his ball cap. I know the woman in front of me well, however, he isn’t used to her and the way she conducts herself. I’m not sure if he can handle her overpowering ways, but I guess I am about to find out.
“I guess I should be going,” Noah mumbles. I can’t blame him. I don’t want to be standing here any more than he does.
Gwen walks past us to the far corner of the room and drops her suitcase on the floor, which gives us a little privacy so we can say goodbye. Noah grabs my hand and squeezes it tight. I let myself lean into him, not wanting to let him go just yet. I try my hardest to ignore Gwen’s presence on the opposite side of the room as he quietly says, “I’ll call you later, OK?”
I nod. He leans in and brushes his lips softly against my cheek. I grab his belt and tug him into me slightly. Glancing over his shoulder, I see Gwen is still preoccupied. I run my palm down the front of his jeans. Cupping his semi-hard length in my hand, I massage up and down, teasing him, and it thickens.
“God, darlin’, you know just how to drive a man crazy,” he growls in my ear before backing away, clearing his throat, and slowly walking to the door.
Gwen makes her way back over to us, and pauses briefly in front of Noah. Extending his hand, he says, “It’s nice to meet you, Gwen.”
She takes it, shaking it slowly, continuing to size him up while staring him down.
