“Noah …”
“Unravel for me, baby.”
“I don’t … know …” She panted. “If I can.”
She wanted more. She wanted him skin to skin. She wanted to feel his whiskers graze her swollen, sensitive flesh. Then he pushed the material to the side and sank a thick finger inside her, while he rubbed her throbbing bundle of nerves with his thumb. Breathy moans fell from her mouth, sending her tumbling into a haze of pleasure unlike anything she’d ever known.
“Oh God, Noah.” She gripped his hair as her legs shuddered around his head.
“Good girl.” He crooned, and it sent her soaring over the edge. Her body flooded with euphoria. Stars danced behind her eyes as she released the most incredible cosmic orgasm of her entire life. She rode out her climax with her eyes clamped shut, not caring how she looked. When she opened them, he was staring at her with the most sardonic grin. It was as if he knew she had never crested like this for anyone else.
Dahlia felt her cheeks warm because it was true. As far as she was concerned, this was her first time. Sure, she had a vibrator that had come in very handy when her sex life with Spence was as dry as a desert, which was the norm. And Tristan, he did try. But this. This was no comparison to a battery-operated machine stored in her nightstand or a man who didn’t know what he was doing. Noah Sterling knew what he was doing. That much she was sure of.
Without warning, he lifted her onto him, and she let out a playful squeal. There was zero time to be self-conscious of the wet spot now pressed against his stomach. He carried her through the kitchen, passing Harry along the way. Frank played in the background, and the house was eerily peaceful and still, as if time had paused just for them. His bright blues, the color of the Caribbean, drew her in, and she knew if she wasn’t careful, she could quite possibly drown in them.
She wondered if she should break their tempo to turn the music off. But she was too distracted by the gorgeous man carryingher up to bed and the threat of impending naughtiness. The only decision was to let the music play.
“You’re not going to regret this,” he said with a softer, serious tone.
“After what just happened. I wholeheartedly agree,” she said, matching his tone. Their eyes locked in a moment she knew they both felt. A moment of intensity brought a sense of levity when he bumped them into the wall.
“Ouch.” She laughed. “Watch it, McHandy.”
“McHandy?”
“Yeah, that’s what Kara and I call you.”
“Is it now?” He started to walk them up the stairs.
“It was either that or Double H.”
He looked at her with a blank stare.
“Handy Hunk.”
“Sounds like a superhero gone wrong. McHandy it is. It has a nice ring to it,” he said. “Umm, I think someone wants to join us.”
Dahlia looked down and saw a furry black tail sail past them. “Geez, he has no idea what’s about to happen. Poor guy.” Suddenly, Dahlia got a pit in her stomach, realizing how long it had been since she’d actually had sex. On the bright side, she still had an appetite for it, which was a major epiphany.
They reached the top of the stairs, and Dahlia nodded down the hall. “It’s the second door on the right.”
He walked in slow motion through the hallway. Every step on the creaky floor only made Dahlia’s heart pound faster.
They reached the door. “This is it,” she said, still straddling his waist. She could feel his chest rise and fall with hers. It was a moment she knew would change things.
He bit his lip. “You good?” She nodded, realizing he was probably nervous too. It didn’t seem like he slept around, and he caredenough to want to take things slow. But after what just happened in the pantry, she had a feeling they were on their way from zero to one hundred fast. Who needed brakes anyway?
“Harry, sit, boy. This is where we say goodbye.”
Noah laughed. “You sound so serious.”
“Do I?” She chuckled. Harry was like her child, and there was no way she was going to scare him with her newfound sexual awakening.
Harry whimpered and reclined against the wall. Noah strutted them through the doorway, and Dahlia kicked the door shut with her foot. She’d never wanted something so much in her entire life. The aftershocks from her orgasm had her craving more. Who was she?
Noah released her body from his. Her thighs grazed his damp denim jeans as she slid down. Still in a staring contest, she felt the cold floor beneath her feet. He brought his mouth closer to hers; she could feel his warm breath. His fingers eased through her hair. “Can I pick up where I left off?”
Dahlia stared inward, tugging at her lip. She didn’t want to scare him off, but she wasn’t sure how good she’d be at this, and well, it had been a hot minute.
