No, no man had ever stared at her like Noble did.
His boots thumped to the floor.
"Do you ever touch yourself?" he asked her as he began unbuttoning his shirt, obviously forcing himself to do the chore slowly.
Haley flushed at the question. "Sometimes."
"Do you think of me?"
She licked her lips nervously. "Yes."
"You play with your ni**les?"
Oh Lord, she was going to melt to the floor. Each time he spoke, his voice was thicker, rougher.
"I do," she whispered through a moan.
"Gently or rough?"
She was going to turn into one huge blush at this rate. But she answered him, her breathless, "Both," filling the room with another layer of tension.
"Show me." He shrugged the shirt from his shoulders, and she wanted to lick his spots rather than touch herself. "Let me see you touch your br**sts, Haley."
She stared at his body as he slowly undressed, watching avidly as her hands lifted to her br**sts. She cupped the mounds and imagined his hands. She fluttered her fingers on her ni**les, rubbed against them, pinched them lightly as he loosened his belt and pulled the metal buttons of his jeans loose. She saw his c**k before he shed his pants. It eased from between the flaps of his jeans, the flesh dark, thick veins raised along the shaft as the mushroomed head throbbed fiercely. She pinched her ni**les and moaned. Between her thighs she felt her moisture gathering, saturating her flesh, dampening her panties.
She wanted that. Wanted him. She could feel the ache in her sex growing now, the heat and the need almost painful as he quickly shed his jeans and socks.
Another moan slipped past her lips as his fingers wrapped around the shaft, stroked it, once, twice.
"I want to do that." She couldn't hold back the breathless words. "I want to feel you in my hands." The need rising inside her was unlike any other she had ever felt. She had never wanted anything as she wanted to feel Noble inside her now.
"On the mattress." He nodded to the bed. "I'm not going to take you standing up, Haley. And if I touch you before you get in that bed, then that's exactly what's going to happen."
"I want to touch you." She moved to the bed, staring at him as she eased onto the mattress. "Just for a minute, Noble. I need to touch you."
She had to be kidding. Noble stared back at her, feeling the wash of white-hot arousal tearing through his system, and prayed to God she wasn't a virgin. He couldn't handle it. Right now, he wasn't a fitting lover for a virgin.
"Have you had a lover?" he asked moving closer to the bed.
She blinked back at him. "I'm not a virgin." She frowned then. "Does that matter?"
"Thank God," he muttered. "Move onto the bed. The middle of it."
"You're not just going to take me, are you?" she whispered though she did as he asked.
"Get real, Haley," he growled. "I've"waited a year for this. Do you think I'm going to do anything but take hours loving that sweet, hot little body of yours?"
"First, I get to touch." She reached out to him, her hands touching his hard abs, feeling them tighten painfully against her palms. As he knelt beside her, she ran them to his thighs and stared at the thick, heavy length of his cock.
It only made sense that the dark flesh, fully engorged and ready for her, would be so damned sexy. He was sexy all over. He just couldn't help himself.
"Haley, the edge is close," he warned her. "Trust me, you want me to love you before I do this."
"Yeah, I do," she murmured absently, sitting up, her hands moving to touch him.
"Fuck. You're not listening to me." His voice was strangled. She couldn't breathe. She looked up at him, opened her lips and licked over the thick c**k head. His response was almost violent. A primal growl tore from his throat as his hands went to her head, fingers threading through the strands of her hair, and he leaned his head back. She parted her lips farther, sucked him inside, and moaned again. Because his taste could be addictive. He tasted like a mountain storm. And she loved mountain storms. Like the lightning rolling over the forest and the wind picking up through the trees. Earthy and clean, natural.
"Damn you." He breathed out the curse, his voice harsh as his hips jerked. He buried the head inside her mouth as she sucked him, tasted him, and loved every second of it.