A Shot at Love

Passion Play

I glance down and meet Noah's gaze, his blue eyes blazing with excitement. His touch is overwhelming—so powerful, so hungry, desperate even. As he curls his index finger around the fabric of my panties, he tugs them off, and I step out of the last piece of clothing I'm wearing.

Pleased, Noah sinks back onto his heels, settling onto his knees while drinking me in with his eyes. My breath catches as he quickly undoes the buttons of his crisp white shirt, the fabric falling open as he tosses it aside.

"Come here, baby," he pats his sternum, his raw voice dripping with desire.

I step forward, heart racing, eager to discover the passionate delight Noah has waiting for me. It takes only a second for me to grasp the nature of the unmistakably intimate act he has in mind. I nibble at my fingers again, my shyness getting the better of me.

Noah picks up on my bashfulness immediately, rising to his knees as I step in front of him. His bare chest gleams beneath the soft glow of the bathroom chandelier, every muscle sculpted to perfection.

He doesn't move an inch. His confident and calm stare is directed at me. With a desperate urgency, Noah cups my backside, pulling me in fervently as he pushes his nose into my core, inhaling deeply.

Oh my. Oh, fucking my!

"Noah," I gasp in between breaths. "I need to clean myself first. We've been out all day," I stammer, the rosiness in my cheeks can't be ignored.

But he doesn't stop. His warm breath brushes over me sending my heart into a frantic rhythm. "Oh, baby. But it's the best, most intoxicating scent on the planet...it's you."

My stomach tightens, a delicious, almost dangerous thrill spiraling through me. "Okay," I breathe with a soft laugh, surrendering completely to him.

Noah brings his mouth down and kisses right above my center, his smooth tongue swirling around my velvety skin. I weave my fingers through his thick, silky hair, tugging it gently as I pull him closer.

His tongue presses flat against my center and he takes his sweet, torturous time making expert strokes.  My senses are ravaged, my body feels like it's floating, and I'm zoned in solely on what he's doing to me—how he's making me feel, my body trembling and my heart fluttering.

He spears me with his tongue, but his eyes are on me. I push against his strong tongue, my gaze dropping to him as his eyes crinkle in a smile, clearly amused by my eager anticipation. This is so intimate, so hot, and so very Noah Westbrook.

When he flexes his tongue, I gasp–my fingers curling deeper into his hair, twisting the strands with every ounce of desire coursing through me. That familiar pull in my belly hits, clenching and intensifying, as a magnetic rush builds.

"Noah," I moan in between sharp breaths. "I–I..."

He reads my gasps like a cue, diving in without hesitation. His tongue starts flicking at a faster rate and I can't hold it back any longer.

"Oh, Noah!" I cry out in delight as a heavenly warmth erupts through my core. My body trembles, my legs weak, as he closes his eyes and kisses my inner thigh. I grip his shoulders for support, still breathing hard, my mind spinning, completely dazed.

What a heck of a climax—but I think I might just collapse.

Reading my mind, Noah lifts me effortlessly, cradling me in his arms before lowering me into the soothing, frothy bubbles. He carefully lays my head against the tub pillow, and I sink into the warmth of the sudsy water as the tips of my hair brush the surface. My gaze locks with his as I watch him undress, draping his slacks over the vanity chair.