Page 28 of One Killer Night

To prove the point, he licks the light sheen of my lust coating his lips, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

“Step out,” he directs, motioning his head to my pants pooled at my feet.

I obey as his palms run up and down my waist while burning kisses into my stomach.Is this too early to call it as the best sex I’ve ever had?

Noah stands, and my eyes provocatively drop to the bulge protruding from his boxer briefs. The entire imprint of his impressive length shows, and apparently, the energy Noah gives off is honest. He has a very big dick.

Nope. Not too early.

All I can think is that I want to feel him. Everywhere.

His shoulders draw in as he runs his hand up and down the outside of his underwear over his shaft, letting out a sexy grunt, eyes closed for a moment like he’s desperate for a little release. Some friction to relieve the same white-hot need I feel too.

“You never answered my first question,” he levels, his gaze blazing back to mine as his hands find my waist.

Question?

I’m led backward again, this time at Noah’s pace. First, through the kitchen, his head motioning to the counter before he raises his eyebrows, then says, “Or,” looking down at the floor. We don’t stop, still moving backward, turning down a hallway before one of his hands lets go of my waist and slaps the door of his bedroom open.

“Or?”

. . . bed, floor, or counter.

“All three,” I rush out.

I’m immediately lifted as our mouths seal together with abandon. Wet, rough kisses lead the charge as he carries me to the bed. The moment I hit the soft mattress, my legs never unhooking from around his waist, I grind my core against his rigid length and let out a moan at the same time.

His large hands slide up my forearms, roughly gripping my wrists, holding them in place above my head as his lips leave mine, beginning an assault on my jaw, leading down to the crook of my neck.

“Noah ... that feels so good.”

He grinds into me again as my legs squeeze tighter. The friction between our bodies makes my thoughts fuzzy. I feel him bite my neck before he gently runs his tongue over the spot and sucks.

I gasp, arching against his heavy body, writhing under his touch. Because he’s somehow pressing all the right buttons. Buttons I didn’t even know I had. I’ve never been the kind of girl who sleeps with a guy for the first time and lets him give me a hickey. But somehow, with Noah, I’d let him mark up my whole body in anticipation of the pleasure I know he’ll give me.

“Tell me to stop and I’ll stop,” he groans, sucking a new spot harder this time, drawing my skin into his mouth.

There’s no denying that mark.

“Mm-hmm,” I moan. “Don’t. Don’t stop.”

I feel him smile against my flesh before he lifts his head.

“Good, because I’m just getting started.”

He’s still holding me down as he snatches my lace bra over my breast with his teeth, exposing me before sucking my pert nipple. I hiss, enjoying the jolt of pleasure. The way his tongue circles the pebbled bud before his mouth kisses the soft flesh surrounding it, sucking and biting, draws porn-worthy moans from my chest.

“Oh god, yes.”

He switches sides, uncupping me in the same fashion before his tongue darts out, licking between my breasts up to my throat and peppering it with open-mouthed kisses.

I grind my core against his length again, and he rocks into me too. It’s heavenly. He moves from my mouth, kissing my cheeks over to the soft spot under my ear. God, Noah’s determined to make out with my whole body. I’m sure of it.

I tug my wrists, feeling the weight of his insistence to keep me there. My voice is husky, thick with my desire.

“I want to touch you,” I rasp, trying again. “Let me ...”

His mouth melds to mine as he lets me go before, in a flash, he rolls us over. My legs unlock so that I’m straddling him, looking down at the gorgeous creature whose hands are instantly roaming my stomach.