back out, and then we were against the wall. Hunger and longing taking over and tossing caution to the wind. Nothing else mattered except the feel of him against me. The languid brush of his hands as they dropped first to my waist and then under the hemline of my dress. His fingers toyed with my lace undergarments, and I ground into his hand. Reminded him that it was okay. That I wanted this. Needed this.
He didn’t pull away. Instead, he slipped one finger beneath the lace and teased my crease. Let out a heady groan. “You’re already wet.” Torturously slow, he drove one finger inside me. My breath caught, and I rocked my hips, begging him to move. All he did was hold steady. As if still deciding. As if still contemplating retreat.
“Please, Noc…” I needed him to stay. To be with me.
A strangled, broken sound came from deep in his chest. Slowly, he pulled out, slipped his thumb over my clit. “Please what?”
Gods, I wanted him to let go. “I need you.”
With deliberate hands, he stripped me of clothing. Each garment was like a shackle falling away, and the reservation in his gaze gave way to something heated and desirable. He trailed his fingers down the length of my spine, lingered on the curve of my hips and shape of my ass. His intent stare set my heart racing. Never had someone looked at me like that before. He studied every inch of my body as if committing it to memory.
I ran my fingers over his shoulders to do the same. “Are you always this meticulous?”
“Would you rather I be quick?” His knees hit the floor, and he trailed kisses along my inner thighs.
My lip quirked. “Not particularly.”
“Good. Because I’m going to get my fill—no matter how long that takes.” Noc looked up at me, dark eyes burning every inch of my skin, and longing flowed through my veins. I wanted him. Needed him. And his promise—gods, that promise—made my knees bend and my chest heave. With a wicked grin, he placed a kiss at the apex of my thighs. His right hand left my ass and worked toward my folds, fingers toying on the edge without going any farther. They came away wet, and the tease in his gaze transformed to something darker. Something heady and dangerous and hungry. It was the most desirable expression I’d ever seen.
A low, pleased snarl worked its way out of his gravelly throat. “What am I going to do with you?”
I didn’t know, but if it didn’t involve his tongue and fingers, then it didn’t matter. Reading my mind, he brushed his thumb against my clit. My world rocked, and I couldn’t suppress the cry. Smirking, he stroked me again, and the room was set on fire.
“Noc.” My voice barely registered to my own ears. It was all I could do to keep a grip on reality. I’d been fantasizing about his fingers from the moment I first saw them work their way through his hair. Callused from years of hard work, their rough scratch against my skin sent wave after wave of sparking electricity through me.
Noc growled, “When you say my name like that…” He drove two fingers into my crease at the same moment his tongue danced over my clit. I rocked into him, moaning as he worked magic with his mouth. Swearing against me, he gripped my hip with his free hand to anchor himself. He filled me with his fingers, and my mind reeled with the possibility of taking all of him.
My head hit the wall, and I wrapped my fingers in his hair. Every sensation centered around him. He demanded all my attention, every heightened nerve ending, every raspy breath. He had it all—and I willingly gave it to him.
He worked faster. Harder. “You have no idea—”
He stopped midsentence, burying whatever unspoken truth he was about to spill in the taste of me.
A ribbon of pleasure snaked through my stomach. “Tell me.”
Barreling his fingers into me, he kept his lips poised over my crease. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted this.” He plunged farther and crooked his fingers, callused pads rubbing against my inner wall. I cried out and tightened my grip in his hair.
“Leena.” His voice was gritty and deep and so full of emotion, and it was the very thing that did me in. The sound of my name from his lips, the feel of him speaking against me while losing his