She reached down and took his hand, rushing into the bedroom. She kissed him, hard, cupping her fingers around his stiff erection. She pressed into him with the heel of her hand, which brought a sexy rumble from his throat. Then she wiggled his boxers past his hips and took his length in her hand, stroking intently, watching his face as his eyes shut and his tempting mouth went slack. Having Noah Locke at her command was an awfully emboldening experience. She had to wonder if once would ever be enough. She worried that it wouldn’t.
“Do you have a condom?” she asked, trying to hide the desperation in her voice. If the answer was no, she might explode.
“I do. In my shaving kit. One second.” He ran off to the bathroom. Lily loved watching the defined muscles of his frame in motion, especially his butt. Noah had an especially amazing butt, complete with heartbreaking dimples right above it.
Lily sat on the bed, swishing her hands against the silky linens as the seconds ticked by and anticipation bubbled up inside her. Noah appeared in the doorway, tall and muscled and ready for her. She thought she might faint. The only thing that kept her from doing exactly that was the fight inside her. She’d waited for a long time to have sex with Noah Locke. She wasn’t going to let anything ruin it.
* * *
That first glimpse of Lily perched on the bed, wearing nothing more than maddening black panties and a smile, stole Noah’s breath right from his lungs. She was so much more beautiful than he’d ever imagined, just as she’d been more heavenly to kiss than he’d ever fantasized. He wanted her with every inch of his body, but some parts of him were more insistent and begging for attention. He was glad he’d opted to put on the condom in the bathroom. He was sure he’d never been so hard, was sure he’d never ached for a woman the way he did for Lily. He couldn’t wait much longer.
He dropped his knee on the bed and stretched out on his side, smoothing his hand over Lily’s bare stomach and urging her to her back. He caressed her breasts, cupped her cheek and brought her lips to his. They fell into a kiss that had no logical end. He could’ve kissed her forever then, their tongues winding in a perpetual loop. He could’ve dug his hands into her silky hair forever, rubbed her soft skin with his fingers. He breathed in her sweet scent, which seemed even headier in the sticky tropical air.
His fingers slowly trailed along her spine, building the anticipation when he honestly didn’t want to wait another minute. Lily arched her back, and a smile interrupted their kiss. They exchanged a breathless laugh, their lips softly brushing together, then things got serious again when his hand slipped into the back of her panties. He cupped her bottom and pushed them past her hips, removing that final barrier between them. Lily hitched her leg up over his hip, grinding her center against him. She needed him and he loved her urgency, the way she told him everything he wanted to hear with an insistent rotation of her hips. He slipped his hand between their bodies and found her apex. Lily groaned so fiercely that he wasn’t sure at first that the sound had actually come from her. She nipped at his lower lip. He moved his fingers in rhythmic circles, listening for the changes in her breath as they were drawn back into another perfect kiss.
Lily nudged him gently to his back and she straddled his hips. In a move he never expected, she sat back for a moment, lazily drawing a single finger back and forth across his chest, then trailing it down his midline. Noah watched in utter fascination. She was so beautiful it boggled the mind, but he was drawn to some features in particular—her deep rose lips, the swell of her hips, those beguiling blue eyes.
She shifted and raised one leg, taking him in her hand and guiding his erection between her legs. As she sank down onto him, a torrent of heat and pleasure rushed through him. She molded around him. Warm. Hot. Soft and hard all at the same time. Being inside Lily was so much more than he’d hoped for. They moved together, Lily lowering her chest to his, but not resting her body weight on his. Instead, she rubbed her nipples gently against his bare chest. That vision alone was enough to send him over the edge.
Her breaths were already rough and short. Her eyes drifted shut, then opened, and closed again. She rolled her head to the side, shoulders rising up around her ears over and over again. He loved the way she surrendered to the pleasure. It was such a turn-on.
Finally, she pressed her chest against his and he was able to kiss her deeply, the way he wanted to. Things were different now—frenzied and fitful, like neither of them could settle down. Noah thrust more forcefully, lifting Lily from the bed. The need coiled in his hips. It was like a cat about to pounce. He pulled her flat against him and flipped her to her back. He might have been a bit too forceful, judging by the way it sent her hair up in a flurry, but she seemed to like that, a lot.