What He Resists (What He Wants, Book Nine) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) (4 page)

He began to pull me toward him, resting
me on his dick so I could feel his length against my center.
 
The head of his cock was engorged and
hard and I tipped my head back to keep from moaning.
 
I was still handcuffed to the metal bars behind me, and I
gripped them to keep myself grounded in reality – I wanted him so badly I
thought for sure I was going to lose my mind.

“Beg.”
 

“Fuck me,” I pleaded, hearing the
desperation in my voice.
 
“Please,
I want your cock so bad.
 
I need
it.”

He slipped the head inside of me, and I
felt my pussy spread out around him.
 

“More,” I begged.
 
“Please, more.”

“Are you sure, baby?” he asked, his
breath warm against my skin.
 
“You
don’t sound like you mean it.”

“Yes,” I started grinding my hips against
him, but he held me steady.
 
“Fuck
me.
 
Fuck me hard.
 
I want you to use my pussy.”

Noah groaned and entered me.
 
He moved slowly, his dick sliding
further inside of me, so thick and stiff that I was afraid I wouldn’t be able
to take it all.

My legs were still wrapped around him,
his hands gripping my ass.
 
The
rough bars of the railing rubbed against my back, the sounds of the city
beneath us creating a seductive pulse that was almost like background music.

He began moving faster and faster,
fucking me hard.

“Charlotte,” he moaned.
 
“Fuck, baby, you feel good.”

“Keep going,” I begged.
 
“Don’t stop.”
 
My orgasm had been building all night, and I wanted to ask
his permission to come, but I was afraid he wouldn’t let me.
 
But if I came without asking him, I
wasn’t sure what he would do – leave me out here all night, maybe, naked
and wanting again?
 
I was out of my
mind with lust, but I had just enough of my faculties to know that an orgasm
wasn’t going to be the end of it – it would provide a short-term relief,
but if he wanted to, he could get me worked up again, and it would be an even
worse torture if he left me out here a second time.

“I want to come,” I moaned.

He stopped, the side of his mouth
twitching into an amused grin.
 
He
kept me there, steady on his dick, for what felt like a long time, but was
probably just a moment.
 

And then he decided to show mercy.

He began fucking me hard.
 

The skin of my back rubbed raw from the
railing behind me, but I didn’t care.
 
The pain was a perfect contradiction to the pleasure he was giving me by
fucking me so hard and fast.

A second later, I cried out as the waves
my orgasm built to a tsunami that seemed to wash over me forever.
 
Just when I thought it was done, it would
come back, stronger, until finally I was reduced to a quivering, shaking mess.

Noah kissed me softly on the neck, his
dick still inside of me.

“Stand up,” he growled.

I removed my legs from around his waist,
not sure I could stand.

“Get on your knees.”

My hands were still handcuffed to the
railing behind me, and I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to get on my
knees.
 
But I slid to the ground
until I was squatting on the terrace.
 
The position forced me to thrust my breasts forward and to spread my
pussy wide.

Noah took his dick in his hand, stroking
it as he moved it toward my mouth.

“Open your mouth, baby.”

I opened and he slid his dick inside,
then grabbed the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair as he began
fucking my mouth.
 
“Fuck, Charlotte,”
he groaned.
 
“That’s so good.”

I swirled my tongue around the swollen
head of his prick, enjoying the way he tasted in my mouth, salty and sweet and
good.
 
He let me have control for a
minute, let me suck him the way I wanted.

But then he grabbed the back of my
head.
 
“Don’t move.”

I held still while he fucked my
mouth.
 
His dick hit the back of my
throat, his balls slapping against my chin.
 
I did my best not to gag while my eyes watered and my pussy
got wet from the deep-throating.

“You’re going to make me cum, baby,” Noah
said.
 
He pulled out of my mouth
with a pop and stroked himself, his hand rubbing my spit all over the head of
his cock.

“Please,” I groaned.
 
“Come on me.”

“Open your mouth, baby.”

I opened my mouth obediently and stuck my
tongue out, waiting for him to finish.
 

He came on me with a groan, shooting his
load onto my tongue.
 
He tasted
bitter and tangy, and I swallowed as another shot hit my lips and dripped down
my chin.
 
I licked it up,
swallowing him down.

When he was done, he turned and walked
back into the suite.
 
He returned a
moment later with the key to the handcuffs, which he used to unlock me before
helping me up from my kneeling position.
 
My knees were weak, my legs quivering.

He led me to the bathroom and helped me
into the shower before stepping in after me.
 
The water was hot, the steam billowing around us like
clouds.
 
He pulled me close to him,
his hands moving expertly over my body as he soaped me until I was scrubbed
clean.

We didn’t say anything.
 
He didn’t dominate me.
 
Instead, his touch was soft, caring,
his fingers moving through my hair, down over my back as he washed me.

When we were both clean, he dried me with
a towel then carried me to bed, laying me down in the soft sheets and down comforter.

We lay there in the semi-darkness, the
lights of the city filtering in through the windows.
 
Noah reached out and pushed a strand of damp hair off my
face.
 
His hair was damp, too,
making it darker than it already was, and it curled slightly around his
forehead.

I loved laying here with him like this
– it felt like our own little world, just the two of us, away from the
craziness of the city and the crushing disappointment that reality had a way of
inevitably bringing.

He was the first to break the silence.

“Are you okay?” he asked gently.

“Yes.”

He hesitated.
 
“Not because of what we just did.
 
But with… last night, with everything that happened.”

My first instinct was to lie, to tell him
I was fine, that I could handle it.
 
But I felt my eyes fill with tears, and I shook my head.
 
“No,” I said.
 
“I’m not.”

He reached for me, his hands enveloping
my waist, pulling me toward him.
 
I
buried my face in his chest, feeling safe and protected against the strength of
his body.
 
“I’m sorry, Charlotte,”
he said, his fingers tangling in my hair.
 
“God, I’m so sorry.
 
I
should have never left you last night, I should have never walked away from
you.”

I wanted to believe his words, wanted to
believe he was sorry.
 
But I needed
more.
 
I forced myself to pull back
from him, and I looked him in the eye, putting him on the spot the way he’d
done with me so many times.
 
He’d
forced me to look right at him while he pushed me sexually, and now I was going
to expect the same from him as I pushed him emotionally.
 

“Then why did you?” I asked.

To his credit, he didn’t flinch.
 
He didn’t look away.
 
He kept his eyes right on mine.
 
“I got scared.”

“Bullshit.”

“It’s true.”

“No, I mean, that’s a bullshit excuse.”

“I know.
 
I don’t…” he trailed off, trying to find the right words,
and I could tell how difficult this was for him.
 
The man who’d been involved in hundreds of high-pressure
trials and situations and stayed cool during all of them, was struggling when
it came to expressing his feelings.
 
“Charlotte, when I felt like you didn’t trust me, when I felt like you
were keeping something from me, it gutted me.
 
I realized how much I cared for you, what it would do to me
if you decided I wasn’t worthy of your love, of your trust.”

“Then you should have told me that.”

“You should have told me about that phone
call.”

“Yes,” I said.
 
“I should have.
 
But two wrongs don’t make a right.”

He nodded, his fingers still moving
through my hair.
 
“Do you think I
killed those women?”

“No.”
 
I hesitated.
 
“But…”

“But you’re not sure.”

“No, I
am
sure.
 
It’s just
hard when all the evidence is telling me otherwise.”

He nodded, his hand brushing my side,
before moving over and grazing my stomach.
 
I instinctively went to grab for him, to move him away from
my stomach, from my flaws, but he didn’t stop.
 
“You’re beautiful,” he breathed into my ear.

He grabbed my leg, moving it up and up
over his body so that his cock was pressed up against me.
 
He was hard again.
 
“Just being near you drives me crazy.”
 
He kissed me softly, sucking my bottom
lip gently into his mouth.

I relaxed in his arms, wondering how
something that gave me such pleasure could be so confusing.
 

“I want to trust you,” I said.
 
“I want to trust you so bad.”

“I know,” he said.
 
“And I want to give you what you need,
Charlotte.
 
I want to love you the
way you deserve to be loved.
 
I
want to let you in.”

His cock twitched as he said the words,
moving closer to my opening.
 

“Then do it,” I said.
 
“We can do it together.
 
We can learn to trust each other.”

He slid inside of me, soft and slow.

“I will never leave you again,” he said,
and his words were enough to make all the emotions that had been building
inside of me bubble over.
 

Tears spilled down my cheeks.

Noah pushed them away with the pad of his
thumb, then kissed my face, my cheeks, my nose, my lips, my neck.
 

All the while he moved slowly inside of
me, fucking me deep.

There were no demands.

No commands to be quiet or still.

No expectations.

Just two people becoming one.

He leaned his forehead against mine, our
eyes open and locked on one another.
 
I felt him come inside of me, and the feeling of him filling me with
warmth made me come, too.

It was one of the most erotic things I’d
ever experienced.

We fell asleep that way, our legs tangled
together, our arms wrapped around each other.

I wasn’t sure what was going to happen
tomorrow.

But for tonight, for right now, it was
enough.

***

The sound of my phone ringing woke me at
seven the next morning.

I untangled myself from Noah and moved to
where my cell was sitting on the desk. The caller ID flashed a 212 number
– Manhattan – but it was a number I didn’t recognize.
 
I hesitated, looking at Noah lying on
the bed behind me, still asleep.

I took the phone into the bathroom,
pulling on a robe from the closet and shrugging into it.

“Hello?” I asked.
 
There was no reply for a moment, and my
heart sped up, thinking maybe it was Anonymous.

But then a young woman’s voice said,
 
“Hi, is this Charlotte Holloway?”

“Yes, this is Charlotte.”

“Hi, um… this is Madeline Dunn.
 
Um, Katie’s friend.
 
You sent me a message on facebook.”

“Oh!” I said.
 
“Right.
 
Madeline, hi, thanks for calling.”

“You’re welcome.
 
I’m sorry it’s so early, but I had the
early shift at my job, and then I have class, so this was really the only time
I had free.”