What He Wants (5 page)

“Charlotte,” Noah said again,
sighing.
 
I still loved the way he
said my name.
 
“Why do you keep
alluding to the fact that we’re going to be sleeping together?
 
I haven’t said any such thing.”

“You said you couldn’t stop thinking
about what we did earlier.”

“You mean when I lifted your dress and
fucked you in public?”

“Yes.”
 
I should have been offended that he was saying the words out
loud, but all they did was turn me on.
 

When we stepped off the elevator into the
hallway, Noah stopped outside the door to his apartment.
 
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he
asked.

“Do what?”

“Come inside.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because I’m about to be arrested for
murder.”

“Did you do it?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

I rolled my eyes.
 
“If you’re saying that, it means you
didn’t.”

He unlocked the door and pushed it open,
and we walked into his apartment.
 
“Nice place,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant.
 
Everything was gorgeous, done in shades
of dark brown and light blue, all leather and cream and softness.
 
Huge windows gave an expansive view of
the city, and the lights outside twinkled in the darkness.

“Thank you.
 
Would you like a drink?”

“No thanks.”

He moved to the couch and sat down,
stared at me.
 

I sat down on the chair across from him,
and asked myself again what the hell I was doing there.
 
I’d been trying to justify it by
telling myself it was because I wanted to make a good impression on Noah so
that I could impress Worthington.
 
But the truth was, right now, I didn’t give a crap about Worthington, or
about law school, or anything.
 
All
I cared about was Noah.

I wanted to kiss him again, to feel his
hands on my body.
 
It seemed a sin
that I’d only had him for a little bit of time.

“I really want to kiss you again,” he
said matter-of-factly.

“No kissing,” I said.
 

“Why not?”

“Because you might be a murderer.”

“You really think I murdered someone?”

“I’m not sure,” I said.
 
I smoothed my skirt down.
 
“I don’t know anything about the
crime.”

“Worthington didn’t tell you?”

“No.”
 
I shook my head.
 

“Then you don’t know that I’m probably
going to be arrested?”

“I thought you were just a suspect.”

“I’m a suspect because I’m the most
likely one who did it.”
 

“You don’t seem upset.”
 

“I’m distracted.”

“By what?”

“The way your tits look in that shirt.”

I blushed at the way he just said things
that were so blatantly sexual like that.
 
Cock.
 
Tits.
 
Pussy.
 
The words were foreign to me.
 
Of course I’d heard them before, but usually only in
movies.
 
I certainly didn’t hear
them every day, and I certainly didn’t say them.

“Will you stand up for me?” Noah
asked.
 
“I want to look at your
body.”

I stood up.
 

“Turn around.”

I turned around.
 
I loved that he was looking at me, that
he was being so blatant about the fact that he was looking at me.
 

“God, you are sexy,” he breathed.
 
“You’re getting my cock hard just
looking at you.”

“Noah,” I said.
 
“This is not … I mean, we really shouldn’t be.”

“Do you want to stop?”

I shook my head.
 

“Good.
 
Turn around.”

I turned around.

“Now bend over.”

I bent over just a tiny bit.

“All the way,” Noah commanded.
 
“All the way down and grab your
ankles.”
 
I did as I was told,
feeling the cool air hit the
 
bare
skin of my ass.
 
I was wearing a
black thong, not the kind of thing I would usually wear, but when I wore a
skirt, I was always afraid of panty lines.
 

“You are so fucking sexy,” Noah
rasped.
 
“Come here.
 
Come to me.”

I got up and crossed the room to him, and
he pulled me into his lap.
 
His
hand

slid up my thigh, pushing my skirt with
it.

His other hand slid up to the back of my
head, and pushed me toward him.
 
“I’m going to fuck you again, Charlotte,” he said.
 
I could feel his cock hard against me,
and I moaned.
 
“This time I’m going
to fuck you for a long time.
 
Do
you think you can handle it?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

“Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

“I want you to fuck me,” I said.
 
“Please, I need you to fuck me.”

“Say my name.”
 
He dipped a finger into my mouth and I sucked on it softly,
watching his eyes blaze as I did it.

“Fuck me, Noah,” I whispered.
 
“Please, I want you to fuck me.”

He kissed me then, softly, which was a
surprise after all the dirty things he’d been saying to me.
 
His tongue was warm and perfect, his
mouth exploring mine, probing hungrily.
 

I pushed myself against the hardness of
his dick, but just like he had earlier, he reached out and held my hips,
stopping me.
 
“No,” he said.
 
“You don’t get to control this.
 
I do.
 
And we’re going to go nice and slow.”

He began to unbutton my shirt, stopping
as soon as my breasts were exposed.
 
He ran a finger over my cleavage.

“I’m going to explore every single inch
of these hot, sexy curves of yours.
 
Do you understand that, Charlotte?”

“Yes,” I said.
 
I was dripping now, so turned on that I was afraid I might
come without him even touching me.
 

He stood up, his hands grabbing at my
ass.
 
I wrapped my legs around him
and he picked me up like it was nothing, like I was as light as a feather.
 
I buried my face into his shoulder.

I hesitated for a just a second, right
before he brought me into his bedroom.

If I did this, if I fucked him, there was
no turning back.

On the street earlier, yes, it was dirty
and out of character, but I didn’t know him then.
 
Now I knew exactly who he was – someone I knew in a
professional capacity, someone who was going to be a client, if not of mine,
then at least of mine tangentially.

And he could have been a murderer.

I knew nothing about him, except that I’d
let him fuck me in an alley, and I wanted him to fuck me again.
 
I wanted him to bury his cock deep
inside me, to explore every inch of my body the way he said he was going
to.
 

The thought of him not doing that was
almost unbearable.

He opened his bedroom door and laid me
down on his huge bed.
 
I sunk into
the sheets, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
 

“Are you ready for this, Charlotte?” he
asked me, pushing my hair back from my face.
 
He kissed me tenderly, his body on top of mine.

“Yes,” I said.
 
“Yes, I’m ready.”

He stood up and unbuttoned the top of his
shirt, pulled his tie off and used it to tie my wrists to the bed.
 

His hands slid over my body, over my
tits, my hips, my ass.
 
His gaze
never left mine.

I was totally his to do with what he
pleased, naked and bound, totally helpless.

I held my breath and waited.

Noah

She was in over her head.

I wanted her more than I’d wanted any
woman in my life.

But she wasn’t ready for me and the kind
of demons that tormented my soul.

I should have left her alone.

But I just couldn’t help myself.

END OF WHAT HE
WANTS, BOOK ONE

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