“Thank fuck,” he mutters, and it’s the last thing he says before he disappears between my thighs.
Chapter Thirteen
Noah
I can’t remember the last time I had such a desire to taste someone before. This overwhelming need to lick and kiss every inch. To commit someone’s body to memory.
I nuzzle my nose against her pale-pink lacy underwear, the ones with the red hearts and matching bow—the same ones that have haunted me for weeks.
Sweet.That’s how she smells, and I shouldn’t be surprised. Odette always smells sweet. And if her lips taste it, too, then I bet her pussy will as well.
Patience,I remind myself.Savor this. It might be your only shot.
And itshouldbe my only shot. I shouldn’t pursue this. Hell, I shouldn’t even be doing this now. I know that Odette is all hearts and flowers and love. She believes in it, even if she says otherwise. Helps orchestrate it even. And I don’t want any part in forever with someone anymore. We want different things.
But none of that stops me. I don’t think anything could at this point.
I take my time teasing her, kissing her everywhere but where she really wants me. The inside of each thigh, her smooth mound, even trailing down to her knees, and back up.
I do it until she’s squirming against me, tilting her hips toward me in a silent plea.
“You’re being a tease, Noah Stevens,” she says, pushing up to her elbows and looking down at me.
“I am not, Odette Chambers. I’m taking my time.”
She groans. “Can’t you do that next time?”
I arch an eyebrow. “Next time? There’s going to be a next time?”
She shrugs. “Depends on how well you do this time.”
“Oh, a challenge, huh?” I smirk. “I love a good challenge.”
Then I slip two fingers inside her panties, pushing them to the side, and I get my first look at her.
Fuck, she’s beautiful. So pink and so pretty. Sowet. She wants this just as badly as I do. Unable to stop myself, I lean forward and drag my tongue across her slit.
Fucking hell. I was right. She’s sweet as sin, and I want more.
She groans, dropping back against the bed as I pull her underwear all the way off, then resume my spot between her legs.
I stop torturing us both and give in completely, losing myself in her pussy and loving every damn second of it. I suck her clit into my mouth, flitting my tongue over the sensitive bud, soaking up every little noise she makes.
God, she tastes so fucking good. Like nothing I’ve ever had before. I could spend a lifetime here and it still wouldn’t be enough.
Her hands find their way into my hair, holding me closer as I eat her until I’m literally rutting against the bed, anything to relieve the ache in my cock. I don’t recall the last time I was this hard. Maybe it’s never happened before, but it’s painful, and I want to come so fucking bad that I can’t stand it.
But her first.
“Come on, darlin’,” I say against her. “Give me what I want.”
“And what do you want?” she asks through her panting, unable to stop being a smart-ass even when she’s completely at my mercy.
It makes me want to watch her come undone even more.
“For you to come all over my face. Make a mess. Tell me who’s making you feel so damn good.”
“It’s youuuuu ...” The last word is dragged out as I suck her clit even harder, and she comes off the bed, nothing but harsh breaths and soft cries.
