11. Chapter 11

Chapter 11

“ G oing once.”

Willa’s brain alerted her that a countdown of some sort was occurring, although she could not process exactly what kind. She was too busy replaying what Noah had said.

One word is all the permission I need to drop to my knees, lift your skirts, and have you riding my tongue until I have you coming apart.

Riding on his tongue? Did he mean like Katie was riding on Paul’s cock? She could do that to Noah’s tongue?

How… fascinating.

“John Richards,” she whispered. “John Richards ca—”

“Can rot in hell,” Noah growled, securing her tighter against him. The hard planes of his body felt right at home next to hers. “Going twice.”

Willa looked around for signs of life but found none except the occasional flash of white from the waves crashing every so often.

“You wish to do it here?”

“Anywhere,” he breathed, dipping his head to rub his nose against hers. “I will have you anyway, and anywhere you will allow me. All you have to do is say the word. ”

“What word am I supposed to say?” she asked stupidly. Even in the dark, when she could not see him clearly, everything about Noah Anderson befuddled her brain. “I don’t know what to say.”

He moved on from nuzzling her nose to brushing his lips over hers. Was this a kiss? Was she being kissed for the first time? The idea made her dizzy in the most fantastic way.

“Say yes, Willa.”

Yes.

Say yes.

That’s all she had to do.

And she could do it. She would do it. Allowing herself this one misstep in life.

“I have a request before I give my answer.”

His breathing ragged, Noah nodded. “Ask, and it is yours.”

“Will you allow me to get on my knees for you?” If she were going to do this, she wanted to experience it all. “Will you use my mouth as you described?”

The sound that tore from him was like nothing she had ever heard. A cross between a snarl and some sort of growl that was quickly cut off when his lips seized hers. A kiss. A real kiss. The brush of lips before was nothing but the prelude to the absolute destruction his mouth was now taking part in.

And he tasted divine.

Full lips worked against hers, urging them to part. When she did open, and his tongue slipped into her mouth, Willa held on to his shoulders, lifting on her toes as she sought more. She needed more—of him, of the kiss, of this terrible aching she didn’t understand.

He walked her backward. One step at a time as he ravaged her mouth. They arrived at the forest’s edge again, and Noah guided her to lean back on one of the sturdier tree trunks. Breaking the kiss, he stared down at her.

“I’ll have your answer now. ”

She blinked several times, appreciating how her breathlessness didn’t feel as if the end was near. It was the exact opposite. She felt alive. With every pump of her chest, she felt more powerful than before.

“You will explain everything as we go?”

That growl came from him again, and he braced a hand on the tree above her head. “Shall I begin now?”

She nodded, unable to look away from the burning blue, watching her intently. “Yes, please.”

Licking his lips, Noah collected himself, sizing her up like a predator ready to pounce. “We’ll start by you lifting your skirts.”

“How high?”

“I want to see you—all of you,” Noah said, pressing his forehead to hers. “I want to bask in the beauty I’m about to taste.”

Nervous that her brother or anyone else might find them, she hesitated. It was completely dark, but the rising moon would provide enough light to allow someone to see.

“Wilhelmina.” His fingers gripped her chin. “Be good.”

She had never been the type to be obedient, but for Noah, she would be anything he asked.

Releasing his shoulders, her hands slowly lowered to her skirts.

“I’ll be good.” The cool air struck her stockinged legs first, and she shivered—not from the chill but from the smug look on Noah’s face as she did as she was told. “But remember your promise.”

“I won’t forget.”

Shifting back, he lowered himself to kneel on the sand and wait patiently as her skirt rose higher and higher.

“Tell me something,” he murmured, his hands coming around to grip her calves. The warmth of his touch seeped through the material of her stockings, creating little wildfires along her skin as he moved upward. “Do you feel that wetness?”

He didn’t have to explain further. She was acutely aware of her body and the manner of its response to his kiss.

She nodded mutely, and Noah chuckled. “May I taste it? ”

“Um.” Perhaps, she had not thought this through. “Um.”

“May I bury my face between your legs and taste that sweetness waiting for me?” Biting down his grin, his gaze reluctantly rolled from her rising skirt to meet her own. “May I kiss the part of you made only for me?”

Heavens.

Reaching higher, his hands arrived at the backs of her thighs, and she almost dropped her skirt. The amused look on his face darkened, his fingers digging into the bare flesh at the top of her stockings. “Please, Willa.”

It was the anticipation. Drawing tight in her lower belly, the anticipation was blocking out the world, leaving only them. The idea of his lips touching her intimately, his tongue… the things his tongue was going to do would end her right here on the beach.

And she would die a happy death.

“Do as you please, Dr. Anderson.” Refusing to hide, she lifted her skirt as high as she could. “I am yours.”

He started with a gentle brush of his lips on her upper thigh, the light grazing of his stubbled beard eliciting a gasp from her. Every muscle in her body went erect, and when she didn’t think he could do anything else more erotic, the man went and ran his tongue along her flesh.

“So soft,” he groaned, his hands continuing their trek higher until they were at the opening of her drawers. “The softest part of you, just as I suspected.”

His dark head dipped, and the world stopped. An immediate halt. A flick. That’s really all it was. A flick of his tongue brought everything to a standstill. Her heart. Her mind. Every part of her stood silent as his tongue tasted her.

Then he went and did it again.

Bliss. Extraordinary bliss like she had never known shot through her, and when Noah went to give her another swipe of the tongue, her fingers tangled in his hair .

“Noah…” Stars were popping in and out of her vision, and she squeezed her eyes shut, which only increased the rush as he worked his tongue and lips over her. “Noah.”

He understood. Like a man who knew her body as well as she did, Noah understood what she wanted and increased the pressure of his movements. Falling back on the tree, Willa’s legs spread wider while she rocked, the two of them finding a rhythm.

The languid strokes of his tongue became more deliberate as they moved, more insistent as he sought to discover exactly what she liked. And as her whimpers grew, Noah held her ass firmly, pulling her down on his face while he sucked with lips and teeth.

But when his tongue speared her center, seeking entrance, she shouted and lost herself entirely. The most obscene sounds rushed from her, and Willa vaguely thought of Paul and Katie on the shore. Except in her hedonistic mind, the image turned into Noah beneath her as she rode. His cock pumping deeply as she bounced on top of him.

“Don’t fight it, Willa,” Noah demanded, his voice muffled. “Relax.”

She couldn’t relax. Something was coming—something terrifyingly wanton and prowling inside, ready to rip from her body. The power behind it was like that of the sun. A bright and beautiful thing, unable to be denied.

Frightened, she fought its arrival, but then Noah slipped a finger inside her, curling and sliding it until the mysterious feeling tore free. Without warning, it struck, consuming her right there under the pines.

“Noah?” Bowing forward, she held his broad shoulders. Her body shook, her hips riding his finger while she moaned. “Noah, what is this?”

Being the tempting devil that he was, the man on his knees before her had the audacity to look up with a smug expression. His dark hair was a mess, falling forward across his brow while his eyes sparkled with male satisfaction.

“This is you falling in love, Wilhelmina Fairweather,” he replied casually. Shifting back slightly, he took in the sight of her destruction, his finger continuing to help her chase the exquisite pleasure spreading like wildfire. “And I would suggest you get used to the feeling.”