He closed his eyes and groaned. “Fuck.”
“Oh yes. That will be happening the second these guys are out the door. You can count on it.”
“Why wait? I could fuck you in three minutes flat right now.”
“The king of orgasms-until-I-scream wants a three-minute fuck?”
“No. That’s not what I want. It’s what I need.”
“Do you have any idea how much you wanting me so badly turns me on?”
He opened his eyes but couldn’t find his voice.
She licked her bottom lip, then scraped it between her teeth as she darted a look toward the living room. Everyone was cheering at something on the television. Julia covered his hand with hers and pressed it to the flat of her stomach underneath her shirt. She sucked in her belly, and with her gaze hot and deliberate on his, she pushed their joined hands into her jeans, over her mound, and deep between her legs.
Noah closed his eyes and clenched his teeth.
“Feel how wet I am?” she whispered, her forehead pressing his. “Touch me.”
He stroked her lips, slick and hot and warm. Lust washed his body. “Jesus Christ.”
“You could make me come in ten seconds.” Her feathery voice skipped with desire. “But then I’d scream…and you’d…have a lot of explaining…”
“Noah,” Finn yelled. Both he and Julia froze, their eyes opening and holding. “Bring me another brew, would you?”
“Fucking Finn,” he rasped, making Julia bubble out a laugh. “Sure,” he called, wincing with regret as he drew his hand back. “Anything for you, buddy.”
Noah had just turned away from Julia when Mercer and Jake came in, each holding an empty tray. They slid them onto the counter, and Noah met Julia’s eyes, their gazes communicating shit, that was close. Then her mouth turned with a secret smile just for him, and his heart folded. He was so gone over this woman.
“What else have you got for us, Julia?” Mercer asked.
“Yeah,” Jake said, “those mushroom things were awesome.”
“Those mushroom things were crab-stuffed portabella. And they are good.”
“Finger-licking good,” Noah added, raising a finger to his mouth, one with her juices clinging to his skin. The spark in her eye as she watched him lick her from his finger in a room filled with his friends had to be the hottest thing Noah had ever seen.
He licked his lips. “I’m starting the barbecue, guys. Main course will be ready in thirty.”
Noah just about shoved the guys out the door, then flipped the lock, turned, and leaned against the wood and glass with a sigh of relief. It was already dark outside, and the house was quiet now. Between eating and watching the championships, Julia had cleaned up and disappeared. He walked through the kitchen and peered out the window toward the guesthouse but found all the lights were off.
He turned toward the stairs, but his bedroom was dark. “Julia?”
“Waiting.” Her voice came from right where he wanted her, and he took the stairs two at a time to his bedroom.
He walked in and found the space lit only by the massive moon brightening the night sky. His gaze immediately focused on the bed, but it was empty. He scanned the room and found her sitting on the wide window ledge, the dark lake reflecting moonlight in the background. But the only beautiful sight Noah could
focus on was Julia, her hair down, wearing one of his red button-down shirts and spiked heels.
She slowly stood from the ledge and faced him, letting the unbuttoned shirt fall open just enough to show him she was naked beneath. And the icing on the cake: not one, but two thin, dark straps around her throat.
The choker, his open shirt, the spiked heels… It was almost too much, too sexy to appreciate.
He stopped just inside the doorway. Julia strolled to the end of his bed and curled her fingers around the footboard. His shirt pulled open, exposing the tight expanse of her belly and one full breast.
Noah licked his lips, not sure where to start. His years of casual sex had introduced him to a little ménage, a little bondage, and a lot of kink, but this…this was different.
“You, uh…carry collars with you everywhere you go?” he asked.