Page 68 of One Killer Night

Noah kisses my swollen clit gently, his touch growing softer as my body puts itself back together. I lay my head back again, my eyes closing as I feel him move back up my body, peppering it with his lips over and under my top as I shiver.

He pulls the front of my damp tank down, exposing my breast, the nipple hard and pebbled, begging for his mouth. He softly runs his tongue over it, sucking gently before it grows harder, making me whimper with pleasure.

I’m still catching my breath, but my body’s heating up all over again as I fall down the lust-filled rabbit hole he’s providing.

I open my eyes, hazily locking to his just as he leaves my breast and palms it before he seals his mouth over mine. My weak arms drape over his shoulders as we kiss, slowly and intimately.

Noah runs his hand down my leg, guiding it around his body, never breaking our kiss before he slips his other under my back and lifts me from the kitchen island.

He’s holding my rear with one hand, and the other’s anchored to the back of my neck as his head tilts, our tongues dancing and swirling.

My long hair tickles his forearms as he carries me around the island, passion and that same kind of lustful desperation we share still exploding between us. I wrap my arms tighter around his neck, feeling him grow between my wrapped legs as I press my breasts against him.

“Noah, I want you,” I whisper between kisses, needing him inside me like I need air.

The moment we hit the bedroom, he kicks the door open and heads straight for the bathroom. But he doesn’t let me go. It’s as if we can’t get enough—not of the way our lips are bruised or the way our bodies grind.

My fingers weave through his hair, mussing it up as we grow wilder by the second. He’s devouring the moans and whimpers coming from my lips as I hold on to him.

“I want you so bad,” I whine into his mouth.

“Down,” he grinds out, and my feet hit the tile.

We’re broken from each other, his decorated chest heaving as he stares down at me. I blink up, my tongue darting out over the coldness I feel on my bottom lip from losing his against it.

His gaze rakes over my body, only half of me exposed. It’s lewd the way he looks at me because I can see every single way he wants to fuck me.

It makes me shiver.

Noah lifts his hand, then hooks his finger inside my tank top between my breasts and pulls me closer to him. I start to lift my arms, but he shakes his head, and instead of pulling it over my head, Noah grips it with both hands.

The sound of ripping makes my head drop back as my body jerks forward with the movement. A smile blooms before I bite my bottom lip, enjoying every second of him shredding the fabric right down the middle.

I’m exposed, goose bumps traveling over my bare stomach, the remnants of champagne still damp on my skin. He bends down and takes my other nipple into his mouth as he guides my top off my shoulders with his fingers.

My knees buckle, but his strong arm wraps around me, and I huff a laugh.

He’s too good at this. I may die of pleasure.

“My turn,” I whisper, pulling his head up and removing him from my nipple.

I start at his broad shoulders as my fingers trace over the pictures. I move down, my palms skating over his pecs, and perversely listen to the way his breath hitches.

Listening to Noah is the sexiest experience I’ve ever had.

I step in closer, kissing his chest, before licking his warm skin, flicking his nipple with my tongue.

“Fuck, killer,” he groans, and I get wetter.

We’re standing next to the shower, so I pull away from him only for a second to turn on the water, letting it get hot before my hands snake between his skin and his basketball shorts.

I have to lift them before I drag them off because his rock-hard cock is in the way.

Noah stares down at me with heated desire as I resume my debauchery and begin kissing down the middle of his chest, around his belly button, and past his abs.

Keeping my hands on his body, I run them over his thighs as I kneel in front of him.

I can hear him breathing, the air forced to and from his lungs. His eyelids are heavy and his jaw slack as he looks down at me.