Exposure (21 page)

All she had to do was hold onto it. A task
she'd yet to manage.

Squaring her shoulders, she left, determined
to try. And when she found Noah standing by the door, her coat on
his arm and lazy smile on his face, she knew she was walking in the
right direction.

N
oah climbed in the
back of the limo after Raven, waiting until Max shut the door and
had them underway before speaking. "Did you have fun?" He closed
the partition for privacy.

She grinned, her face in contrasting shadows
and moonlight. "It had its merits."

He pulled the remote for her thong from his
pocket. "Like this?" Suspicious of her grin, he pushed the button,
but instead of her writhing in her seat, his other pocket vibrated.
"You took them off? And put them in my pocket?" He grabbed her
waist and slid her across the seat. "Nimble little minx. When did
you do this?"

She nuzzled his neck, her nose cold from
outside. "Just now as we were leaving." Her voice dropped an
octave. "But don't worry. I'm still wet. Know what else?"

After spending the night fighting a raging
hard-on, he wasn't sure he could take anymore. "What?" He closed
his eyes and fought to keep his hands to himself until they got
home. It was only a fifteen minute drive.

"I bought you something, too." She nipped
his earlobe. His dick jumped. "You'll have to wait until we get
upstairs. But I'll give you a hint. It's sweet." Her tongue darted
out and licked his pulse. He was losing the battle not to touch.
"Oh. And, Noah?"

His head fell back against the seat when her
hand on his chest drifted lower. "What, baby?"

She stopped just short of the mark. "If my
panties are in your pocket, that means I'm…commando."

He growled and hauled her sideways across
his lap, her head in the crook of his arm. He'd never been so damn
hard in his life. Her laughter died when he slid his hand under her
dress, up her thigh, and parted her folds.

"Fuck, you are wet."

Her lips parted, eyes closing. "Told
you…"

He sank his thumb inside her heat. Nowhere
near filling her, but preparing her body for what he had in mind.
He should've known she'd be ready for him. She always was, as
mindless as he when it came to lovemaking. She arched, gasping. He
dragged his lips over hers, swallowing her moans. Pulling out, he
spread the slickness over her clit, pinching the swollen nub before
driving his thumb back into her.

"God. Yes, Noah."

Raven did several things when aroused that
took him from hard to painful. Saying his name in her breathy,
throaty voice was one of them. He bit back the urge to rub his cock
and stroked her instead. A quick glance out the window and he
confirmed they were a block from home. He increased the tempo,
making her writhe and buck over his lap, ratcheting his need
higher. Just as she was nearing climax, he withdrew his finger and
kissed her mouth.

She whimpered and clutched his coat.

"We're home and we're both coming with me
inside you." When she straightened in the seat, dazed and looking
ready to snap, he grinned. "The wait will be worth it."

Through the lobby, in the elevator, to the
suite. That was his singular focus while dragging her behind him.
Inside the condo, he took off his coat and hers, tossing them on
the floor. He backed her up several paces to the kitchen while
shucking the tuxedo jacket and loosening his tie.

Her hands fell on his shirt. And ripped.
Buttons flew, pinging across the room.

Restraint? Gone.

In the kitchen alcove, he grabbed her hips,
spun her around, and planted her face first on the closest flat
surface--the table. Kicking her legs apart, he reached for his
zipper. "Tell me now if you're not okay."

She turned her head, panting. "Don't you
dare stop."

He released his cock and shoved his pants to
his ankles. Bunching her dress in his hands, he hiked it to her
waist, aligned himself, and drove deep. He stilled, relishing her
heat.

Fucking heaven.

She cried out and pressed back, seeking
more.

Unraveling her hair style with one hand, he
wrapped her strands around his fingers and tugged her head back.
"Okay?"

"Yes. Please…"

He reared, slamming into her with another
thrust. He ground against her ass, circling his hips to give her
more of him. She begged, called out his name. No way would he last.
Not after the cock tease at the event and not with how far gone she
had him. Her soft, giving flesh hugged him tight, and if they did
this dance a thousand times, he'd never tire of it. Of her.

He put his arm between her pelvis and the
table so she wouldn't bruise and curled his body over her back. His
open mouth found her exposed throat and latched on.
Mine
.
"Grab onto something, baby."

She reached back, closing her fingers around
the edge of the table as he pumped. "Oh, God. Harder."

He gave her harder. Faster. The table banged
the wall. The fruit bowl toppled. His grunts were muted by her
skin. As he pistoned into her with breakneck speed, she cried out
with each brutal, blinding thrust.

"Ah, yes." She screamed his name as her
walls clamped around his shaft, pressing back urgently onto him
through her tremors.

Throwing his head back, he roared, following
instantly, spilling inside her and riding out the shocking
intensity. Even when spent, he still rocked inside her slowly,
seeking every bit of pleasure her body wrung.

She pressed her forehead to the table, her
palms flat on either side as she fought for breath. His own hadn't
restored yet. While he had her this way, he unzipped her dress and
worked it over her head, then kicked his pants from around his
ankles.

She rolled beneath him to her back, arms
sprawled on the table. "I didn't give you my present."

Didn't she get that she was the best damn
gift? The only one he'd ever need. Leaning over her, he kissed her
slow and thorough. "Let's get to bed and you can show me after I
recuperate."

Laying side by side in bed, he on his
stomach and her on her back, they held hands and stared at each
other in the dark. He'd never shared intimacy like this with anyone
else, in or out of the sack.

Taking in her thick lashes, haunting eyes
and full mouth, he knew it wasn't just her physical beauty that
sucked him in. It was her. He was a fool to think they could ever
go back, a fool to think he'd never succumb once she was beneath
him. He always figured he was incapable of falling in love. His
tremulous past and constant hiding made trying impossibly
stupid.

But he'd fallen long ago. His brain had
known before his heart caught up. He was just waiting for her, for
the day he could have her.

Except he'd pushed too soon and he'd put her
at risk. And he loved her so damn much that he should let her go,
for her physical safety as much for the emotional. Money couldn't
buy what she deserved. A normal life, a guy who wasn't so fucked up
he'd rather view life through a lens.

Yet his fingers tightened around hers
instead of releasing.

"What are you thinking?" She turned on her
side to face him. "Your mind went somewhere dark. You get a wrinkle
right here when something upsets you." Her finger smoothed the
crease between his eyebrows. Her thumb brushed his lower lip. "Are
you worried you were too rough?"

"No." She'd tell him if he had been. She was
honest about her needs and demands. Another reason he was sunk
deep. There was nothing sexier than a woman open to her body, her
pleasure, and not afraid to test herself. It had taken some time,
but she'd done that. Pushed herself past the fear, sought the
answers, and grasped for him during the ride. As if he was the only
one she craved in the interim, the long haul.

He rolled to face her, lifting his hand to
tuck a strand of hair off her cheek. It would not be wise to tell
her how he felt until all this crap was past them. He had no right
loving her in the first place. She needed to draw her own
conclusions about what she wanted before he said something that
would no doubt make her feel trapped. She'd lived her life in a
cage, in one form or another. He would not be an additional
confine. He suspected she wasn't ready yet anyway.

"I think you need my present now. You're
obviously thinking too much." She rose and padded out of the room
naked, with the moonlight caressing her skin.

He turned to his back and slung an arm under
his head, anticipating her return. Not for her gift, but to observe
the elegant sinew of her body as she walked, the graceful poise of
her posture, the way her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders. He
could spend the next eternity just watching her.

She had her arm behind her back and a sly
smile on her face when she strolled back in. Kneeling on the bed
next to him, she whispered, "Close your eyes."

Fighting a grin, he did as she asked. She
set a cold, hard cylinder in his hand. He opened his eyes to find a
can of whipped cream. He threw his head back and laughed. Hell, she
was perfect.

She bit her lip. "Not exactly diamonds, but
I've always wanted to…experiment with food. I heard it can be very
stimulating." She shrugged, pink tingeing her cheeks.

He'd not done much erotic food play himself.
A strawberry here or there, some chocolate syrup once. "Don't be
embarrassed." He snagged her around the waist until she sprawled
over him. "I want you to talk to me when you want something." He
eyed the can. "You want to use this on me or the other way
around?"

"Both." She took the can from him, shook it,
and popped the top. "Where would you like me to start?"

"Don't care, baby." This was her fantasy. He
was only happy to oblige.

Bringing the nozzle to his mouth, she
sprayed some cream over his lips and leaned in, licking the
sweetness from him. He groaned when she'd finished and cupped the
back of her head to kiss her deep. Her tongue, cool from the cream,
blended with his heat as their tongues danced. He could get lost in
her kiss, in the moans purring from her throat.

Breaking away, she straddled his thighs and
added a dollop of cream to each of his nipples. When she closed her
mouth over one, he held her hair off her face and pressed her to
him. She swirled her tongue and nipped the hardened bud. He hissed
a breath and bucked, wanting inside her. Moving to the other
nipple, she tortured that one until his fingers were clenching her
strands.

He tugged her head up so he could look in
her eyes, heavy-lidded with lust. His shaft thickened. "Your mouth
is a thing of beauty, baby."

"In that case…" She sprayed a generous
amount on his cock.

He sucked in air at the cool sensation, his
heart pounding in anticipation of her hot mouth. "Can I hold your
head?" he rasped.

"Yes." And then her tongue was on him,
licking with firm strokes from base to tip. She swirled around the
crown and, before he could beg for more, she licked his slit and
brought him into her wet mouth.

"Holy fuck." He bucked before he could catch
himself and cupped her head. "I'm sorry," he ground out and
released her, his cock throbbing for more.

With a pop, she freed him from her mouth,
took his hands, and replaced them in her hair. Fisting his base,
she looked at him from under her thick lashes. "Be as rough as you
want, Noah. I like it."

And with that, she went back to work,
causing his eyes to roll back in his head with pleasure. Hollowing
her cheeks, her pressure increased, and he couldn't stop himself
from thrusting into her. Her hand worked his base, her tongue did
some insanely awesome swirl to the underside of his shaft, and his
tip hit her throat.

After moments, he realized she wasn't
letting him go deeper than she could handle with her hand holding
his pelvis, so he tested things by being rougher. He thrust up and
brought her head down, fucking her mouth like he'd been dreaming of
doing. She moaned around his cock, vibrating him all the way to his
balls.

"Hell, baby. You feel so goddamn good."

Bringing his knees up, he spread his legs
wider, holding her head and curling his upper body to see better
when he thrust. His back tightened, his balls drawing up. He issued
two more thrusts before warning her he was close. She didn't let
up, and his eyes watered holding back. Tension corded his arms, his
shoulders, and neck.

"Raven, I'm coming…" He rasped air. "Baby,
come up--"

Too late. He let loose with a roar, head
thrown against the mattress and hands clenched in her hair. His
back bowed with the velocity of his orgasm. His release streamed in
jets, powerful and hot. She sucked him deep, swallowing, wrenching
shudders from him until his vision grayed.

He was still soughing for breath when she
released him and kissed his stomach. He closed his eyes tight,
grabbed her under the arms, and hauled her up his body.

Holding her to him, he struggled for air.
"Two minutes. Give me two minutes and, swear to God, I'll make you
see stars."

She laughed and kissed his jaw.

"You swallowed." He was still in awe. Most
didn't, and he didn't really care, but she had for him. It had to
have brought out bits of her claustrophobia with him holding her
the way he had when he'd come and her mouth full with his cock.

She made a sound of contentment. "Salty and
sweet. I like watching you lose control, knowing I can do that to
you."

Control. He had none with her. She didn't
seem to either. The constant power play, the give and take between
them, brought out pleasure on both sides. Neither minded taking the
reins or letting them drop.

His mind whirled with possibilities. Not
since they made love the first time in the missionary position had
she tensed during sex. Nothing they'd done triggered her panic.
He'd wanted to test her boundaries, and it was time.