He straightened to his full height. “Really?”
Lily loved those shoes, but she’d waited an awful long time to be with Noah. This might be her only chance. “Yes.” She stooped down and unbuckled her other shoe. Before she could take a single step in her bare feet, she was no longer standing. She was in Noah’s arms.
“I’m taking zero chances. You get a splinter out here and it’ll ruin everything.”
She wrapped her hands around his neck and he headed straight for their cabana. This was a much faster way to travel. They arrived at their door in under a minute, easy. Noah put Lily down and swiped his key card. They both hustled inside. Lily dropped her saved shoe to the floor, rose to her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around Noah’s neck. He kissed her with such force, she was glad she was holding on to him.
It was like he was sending a message. I want you. She not only received it loud and clear, she returned it with the same raw enthusiasm with which Noah had delivered it. Their tongues were a mad frenzy. Noah’s hands were everywhere—her waist, her hips, her butt. He scrambled to pull up the voluminous fabric of her skirt, but Lily had no patience for that. He could be searching for her legs for days.
She turned her back to him and pulled her hair to the side. He cupped one of her bare shoulders and pressed his hips against her bottom. She felt his gentle breath at her nape as he skimmed his lips over her skin. She dropped her head to the side as he trailed openmouthed kisses along the slope of her neck. Luckily, he was also drawing down the zipper at the same time. The cool air on her skin was such a delicious contrast to Noah’s velvety, red-hot kisses.
He slipped the straps from her shoulders and they both let the dress flounce to the floor. Lily fought the urge to cover herself, standing in nothing more than a bra and panties in front of the man she’d fantasized about countless times. Noah was accustomed to such flawless beauty it was hard not to worry about every little imperfection.
He cupped her shoulders with his hands, drew his fingers down her arms, twining his hands with her own. He pulled her closer, her back against his chest.
“I want to make sure you’re okay with this,” he muttered into her hair. “This was never part of our arrangement and I respect that, no matter my frustration. Just say no and I’ll jump in the pool.”
She giggled. “Does that really work?”
“It did yesterday when I first saw you in your bikini.”
“You’re joking.”
“Nope. Boner city.”
She closed her eyes, realizing that things might not have been the way she’d thought they were over the last few days. She wasn’t the only woman he didn’t want. He’d been resisting. She turned in his arms and raised her hands to his handsome face, forcing him to look right at her. She wanted her words understood. She wanted them to make an impression. Then she wanted to forget about them and take off his clothes. “I am more than okay with this. I want you. And I’m more than a little excited by the fact that you want me.”
A smile crept across his face and he took his jacket off so fast that she was surprised he didn’t tear the sleeves off.
“Careful,” she said. “I’m sure that suit cost a fortune.”
He unbuttoned his shirt and she helped. “Like the shoes, that’s the exact last thing on my mind right now.”
As soon as his chest and torso were naked, she took a moment to admire the carved contours of his body, but she also didn’t waste any time unhooking his belt and unzipping his pants. Noah shucked them nearly as fast as he’d dispatched the jacket.
Finally, they were on a more even footing, Noah in dark gray boxers, Lily in something that seemed to be making an impression—thank goodness for the power of lace and satin. He grasped her rib cage and squeezed, making her breasts plump inside her strapless bra. She never imagined Noah would see her lovely underpinnings, except perhaps by accident, and she was so glad she’d been judicious with her selection.
His hands slid to her back and he unhooked the bra. Lily flung it across the room and it connected with the flat-screen TV. Noah slid his palms to her breasts, molding his hands around them, then rubbing her nipples in small circles with his thumbs. Lily gasped at the pleasure. Noah was a master.
He dropped his head and drew one tight bud into his mouth, drawing circles with his tongue and sending Lily into near oblivion when she dared to watch him. His lips against her skin, his thick hair slumping to the side—each inviting detail was almost too much to take. This was happening. With Noah. She wanted him with every ounce of desire she had built up inside. Everything between her legs yearned for his touch, longed to have him make love to her.