Hutch was fairly certain he would come in his freaking jeans if he didn’t get inside her soon. The good news was Noelle didn’t look like she would care if this first session wasn’t the longest.
She had a dreamy gaze in her eyes. He’d put that look there. He’d made that gorgeous, unbelievably smart woman forget everything but how hard he could make her come.
He glanced to his left and realized they weren’t alone. Kyle was standing back from the sliding glass doors with a frown on his face and a gun in his hand, reminding Hutch that the man was here to be a bodyguard. One of the things they’d discussed was the balcony and how Kyle didn’t want her out there alone. She hadn’t been alone, but he would bet Kyle wouldn’t consider him a good guard.
Kyle rolled his eyes and pointed around as if to show him all the places a sniper could be waiting to take Noelle’s head off, and could he please fuck the client somewhere safer next time? Kyle proved he was able to get his point across with a couple of rude gestures.
It was a good thing because it calmed his dick down a bit. He gave Kyle a shrug and was grateful Noelle still had her eyes closed because while she’d been open in the moment, the idea that someone had actually watched her would likely have her closing off real fast.
He didn’t want that. He certainly didn’t want to explain to her that Kyle was only doing his job and they were lucky he hadn’t opened the door and taken a position in front of them.
She probably also didn’t want to know that when he’d tossed aside her bottoms and underwear, they’d gone through the railing of the balcony and were probably six floors down by now.
Yeah, he wasn’t going to mention that either. He wanted her far too much, and now that he knew she was interested in D/s, he meant to have her as often as possible.
This was what he’d been waiting for—this feeling, this connection to a woman. He’d been drifting forever, and it felt good to have something ground him. He could focus on her, give her what she needed.
He knew he was already in too deep. It was too much and too fast, but he didn’t care. For once in his life he wasn’t going to overthink it. He was going to follow his instincts, and they had all flared to life when he’d gotten close to Noelle.
Her eyes finally came open and he realized he had a small window before her brain took over again. He didn’t want that to happen. He scooped her up and started for the door that led back to her bedroom.
Noelle’s arms wound around his neck. “I’ve been carried around a lot. No one ever made it feel sexy.”
He started to close the door and heard a decisive click. Kyle was being an ass, reminding him he hadn’t locked the door on his side. He clicked the lock closed and started for her bed. It was covered in a fluffy white comforter that she’d thrown back when she’d gotten up.
“Carrying you around should always be sexy. You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he replied as he set her on the bed. He wanted to see more of her. “Give me that shirt and let me see your breasts. The rest of you is fucking perfect. I want to see every inch of you.”
She’d responded beautifully. Like she’d been made for him.
He could still taste her on his lips. He might go to his grave remembering how she’d tightened around him, how she’d come all over his tongue.
She’d liked it—all of it. She might only be starting to explore the lifestyle, but he would bet she’d found a bit of subspace in having him take control. Her job was all about her mighty brain. He would bet she forgot she had a body, too—a body with needs that he intended to take care of.
She pulled the T-shirt she’d been wearing over her head and tossed it aside. “Do I get to see you, Sir?” She frowned. “Do you like Sir?”
He wasn’t going to talk about protocol right now. He moved in and kissed her again. “I like you. Tonight you can call me anything you like.” Tomorrow they could talk about a contract. They could talk about