“I’ll let you know.” There was something sexy about a man who didn’t treat her like an invalid, who didn’t worry he was going to break her. She trusted him to stop if she asked him to, but it was good to have someone who trusted her to know her own limits.
She didn’t want there to be any limits with this man.
“You do that,” he murmured as though happy to get that out of the way so he could move on to what he wanted. Her. He dropped to his knees.
It was deliciously dirty. She was spread wide and not even completely naked. He’d managed to put her in a position that had a plump pillow to rest her lower back against. It was a position she would sit in and watch the city while she had her morning coffee. Except totally perverted because there was a dark head between her legs, the warmth of his mouth hovering over her.
And she didn’t care. She wanted this, wanted to feel like nothing mattered in the whole world except Hutch’s mouth on her pussy.
She watched as he started to move, felt the first long drag of his tongue against her tender flesh, and had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. It felt so good. It put her right back on the edge. He gave her everything he’d said he would—his lips and tongue and the sexy scrape of his teeth. He speared her, lapping up her arousal like it was the best dessert he’d ever been offered and then going back for more.
When he sucked her clit between his lips, she couldn’t hold out a second longer. Her heart threatened to pound out of her chest as the wave of pleasure crashed over her.
Hutch surged up and captured her lips, kissing her and giving back her own taste. His tongue rubbed against hers, breath mingling as though he could absorb some of the pleasure he’d given her.
“Tell me yes one more time, Noelle.”
Did he think she would start telling him no after that? “Yes. Yes, Sir.”
There was no going back, and she didn’t even want to try.
* * * *
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.