breasts. For one long, excruciating minute, he stopped, hot breath on even hotter skin, and then he lifted her shirt over her head with one fluid pull. It floated to the floorboards only a breath before his button-down, leaving just a thin cotton T-shirt on the tightly muscled expanse of his chest and a swath of lilac satin over her breasts.
“I want to feel every part of you, but not in the hallway.” Noah returned his kisses to her mouth, slowing his cadence but not his intensity as he maneuvered her through the well- shadowed doorway to his bed. He sat on the edge, eyes glinting in the strains of light spilling in from the hall, and Violet lifted the long sway of her skirt to seat herself firmly in his lap.
Noah fisted the fabric pooling around her hips, his teeth flashing a wicked grin in the near-darkness. “This skirt has been driving me crazy all night.”
Surprise made her pull back to look at him. “It goes all the way down to my ankles.”
He let go of the fabric, sliding his hands to her bare thighs beneath. “That just makes me even hungrier for what’s under it.”
She rocked against his erection, suddenly wishing the skirt would disappear along with every other barrier between them, and his palms went tight over her thighs as he thrust back. Hot tension uncurled in Violet’s belly, spiraling down to redouble its efforts in her core, and Noah dipped his tongue to the hollow of her throat before lowering his attention to her breasts. Not wanting to lose the intoxicating pressure of his hands on her thighs, she reached between her shoulder blades, popping the closure on her strapless bra in one twist.
His murmur of approval lasted only a second before his mouth met her skin, treating her body to the same languid kisses he’d put on her lips. Without staying the rhythm of his hips against hers, Noah drew one tightly-beaded nipple into his mouth, and the soft friction nearly sent Violet over the edge. He laved her with gentle movements, barely-there flicks of his tongue that bolted straight to her core, and oh God, she couldn’t wait.
She reached low for the hem of his T-shirt, but Noah replaced her hands with his own, moving slowly. The bandage on his arm had been reduced to a rectangular patch, barely visible in the low light of the room, but her pulse gave a hard jump anyway as he dropped his shirt to the floor.
“Noah.” She lifted her fingers, letting them hover over the bandage just below his shoulder, but he reached up to touch her face, stealing her focus.
“I want you, Violet.” He coasted his thumb over her bottom lip, grounding her back in the moment. “No matter what else is outside that door, right now, tonight. I just want you.”
She nodded, unable to deny the truth. “I want you, too.”
Noah undressed her with quick yet reverent motions before discarding the rest of his clothes, and not even the warmth of his body pressed hard to hers could quell the shiver working through her. Just as he’d promised, he touched every part of her, exploring even the most benign places with passionate attention, and when his fingers finally dipped between her aching thighs, Violet arched up to meet him with a keening sigh. Driven by pure sensation, she canted her hips to Noah’s touch once, then twice before reaching out to wrap her fingers around his erection.
His body went bowstring-taut under her hands, but she didn’t slow her ministrations, and his voice broke over a curse. “You’re…God, that’s…you have to stop.”
“No.”
Noah’s eyes flashed open, but rather than argue, he slid his hand back over her throbbing folds, lingering on just the right spot to make her cry out, and everything else fell away but the need building from her inside out.
“I don’t want to stop, Noah. I want you right now. Just you.”
He slipped from beside her just long enough to produce a condom from a bedside drawer, and Violet took it from his fingers, pushing him back to the bed.
“I want to feel every part of you, but not in the hallway.” Noah returned his kisses to her mouth, slowing his cadence but not his intensity as he maneuvered her through the well- shadowed doorway to his bed. He sat on the edge, eyes glinting in the strains of light spilling in from the hall, and Violet lifted the long sway of her skirt to seat herself firmly in his lap.
Noah fisted the fabric pooling around her hips, his teeth flashing a wicked grin in the near-darkness. “This skirt has been driving me crazy all night.”
Surprise made her pull back to look at him. “It goes all the way down to my ankles.”
He let go of the fabric, sliding his hands to her bare thighs beneath. “That just makes me even hungrier for what’s under it.”
She rocked against his erection, suddenly wishing the skirt would disappear along with every other barrier between them, and his palms went tight over her thighs as he thrust back. Hot tension uncurled in Violet’s belly, spiraling down to redouble its efforts in her core, and Noah dipped his tongue to the hollow of her throat before lowering his attention to her breasts. Not wanting to lose the intoxicating pressure of his hands on her thighs, she reached between her shoulder blades, popping the closure on her strapless bra in one twist.
His murmur of approval lasted only a second before his mouth met her skin, treating her body to the same languid kisses he’d put on her lips. Without staying the rhythm of his hips against hers, Noah drew one tightly-beaded nipple into his mouth, and the soft friction nearly sent Violet over the edge. He laved her with gentle movements, barely-there flicks of his tongue that bolted straight to her core, and oh God, she couldn’t wait.
She reached low for the hem of his T-shirt, but Noah replaced her hands with his own, moving slowly. The bandage on his arm had been reduced to a rectangular patch, barely visible in the low light of the room, but her pulse gave a hard jump anyway as he dropped his shirt to the floor.
“Noah.” She lifted her fingers, letting them hover over the bandage just below his shoulder, but he reached up to touch her face, stealing her focus.
“I want you, Violet.” He coasted his thumb over her bottom lip, grounding her back in the moment. “No matter what else is outside that door, right now, tonight. I just want you.”
She nodded, unable to deny the truth. “I want you, too.”
Noah undressed her with quick yet reverent motions before discarding the rest of his clothes, and not even the warmth of his body pressed hard to hers could quell the shiver working through her. Just as he’d promised, he touched every part of her, exploring even the most benign places with passionate attention, and when his fingers finally dipped between her aching thighs, Violet arched up to meet him with a keening sigh. Driven by pure sensation, she canted her hips to Noah’s touch once, then twice before reaching out to wrap her fingers around his erection.
His body went bowstring-taut under her hands, but she didn’t slow her ministrations, and his voice broke over a curse. “You’re…God, that’s…you have to stop.”
“No.”
Noah’s eyes flashed open, but rather than argue, he slid his hand back over her throbbing folds, lingering on just the right spot to make her cry out, and everything else fell away but the need building from her inside out.
“I don’t want to stop, Noah. I want you right now. Just you.”
He slipped from beside her just long enough to produce a condom from a bedside drawer, and Violet took it from his fingers, pushing him back to the bed.
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