Page 63 of Fit for a King

He lowered his eyes, and I spread my legs for him, making sure he could see just how much I wanted him.

“You’re stunning,” Noah said.

“And you’re too far away.”

He placed a knee on the edge of the mattress and started moving up toward me. “Of course you’re demanding in bed.”

I lowered my gaze from his mouth to the muscles of his arms as he crawled up over me, and then farther down to the light dusting of hair across his broad chest.

“I’m the king. I’m used to getting what I want.”

Noah’s eyes darkened at the edges. “And what is it that you want, Your Majesty?”

I swallowed, the question and my title sounding so sexy on his tongue.

“I want your mouth on me.” I angled my cock toward his lips and Noah flicked his tongue out. “Goddamn.”

“Like that?”

I nodded. “Yes, just like that.”

He planted a hand on either side of my hips and lowered his head until his lips grazed the sensitive tip, then he opened his mouth and swallowed me down.

I reached for that thick, wavy hair of his, spearing my hands through the strands. When he drew his lips off me, I chased him with my hips and pulled him back down.

To see Noah’s head buried between my thighs, the way I’d imagined him so many times before, was like throwing gasoline on a fire.

My need and desire hit a fever pitch as I arched up and thrust into his mouth. Noah slid his hands under my ass and urged me deeper, taking me so far down his throat that his nose was nuzzled against the short crop of curls surrounding my cock.

I crossed my ankles over his back as he moved up and down my length, and when he finally raised his head and released me, he licked his lips.

I was in so much trouble.

It was one thing to be infatuated, to be attracted to my footman and want him near. But as Noah started up my body and took my lips in a fiery kiss, I knew this had gone way beyond that.

I ran my fingers down his cheek to his jaw. “I never stood a chance with you.”

Noah turned his head to kiss my palm. “I never could’ve imagined, never dared to.” He leaned into the touch. “The idea you’d ever see me, ever be mine…”

“You’re all I see.” I lifted myself up off the pillows to touch my lips to his. “Even when you aren’t there, you’re on my mind. Be with me, Noah. Claim me as yours.”

His eyes flared, then he looked to the bedside table and I nodded, answering his silent question before he leaned over to pull out the small bottle I’d stashed in there earlier.

He moved back between my knees and poured some lube into his hand, and I reached behind me and threw several pillows to the floor.

Noah’s lips quirked, his eyes moving to the discarded bedding.

“It was in my way,” I explained as I took the bottle and poured some cool liquid into my palm. Then I stretched out, my head cushioned by the one remaining pillow.

“I want you comfortable,” he said, his eyes roaming down my stretched-out body.

“Not possible with you looking at me like that.” I placed my feet flat on the mattress and spread my legs for him. “I just feel…needy.”

Noah scraped his teeth over his lower lip, reached out, and ran slick fingers across my balls, and I sucked in a breath.

“We can’t have that,” he whispered, trailing those fingers lower. With his other hand, he nudged my knee toward my chest, opening me up to him. “Let me in. Let me get you ready.”

My chest rose and fell at the delicious promise in both his eyes and words. He stroked his slippery fingertips over my tight entrance, and that first touch from him made me tense up. He stopped and brought his eyes up to mine, the question in them loud and clear: Are you okay?