Wild Card (23 page)

"I'll be fine."

Nik inclined his head then and continued on to the four-wheel-drive pickup he was driving. At

this point, they couldn't afford to show an association. If Noah had been in danger of losing,

Nik would have stepped forward. But not until then.

Noah straddled the motorcycle and started the motor as he put it in gear and headed for the

apartment.

He could feel the blood trickling beneath his clothes, dampening them, and now he wished he'd

killed at least one of the sons of bitches. Because they'd definitely messed up a hell of a plan

for tonight. That of visiting his wife.

That plan was about to be axed, and that just pissed him off. So maybe she could handle the

sight of the blood, but she was going to demand answers. And answers weren't something Noah

was ready to give.

Sabella waited. She watched the window, listened carefully through dinner, and by the time she

heard the Harley's hard throbbing purr pulling in behind the garage, she was furious.

It was after midnight.

She paced the living room, pausing at the windows and staring down at the garage apartment.

There weren't any lights on. What man didn't turn on the lights when he arrived home?

Except, her husband. Nathan hadn't needed lights either.

She was nervous and she couldn't explain why. The more she stared down at the apartment the

more the impulse to go down to him filled her.

The sexual crisis was over, she told herself. She'd had him, she should be okay now. Except she

wasn't, and this wasn't just about the sex. It was about the pounding in her head, pushing her to

go to him, to check on him.

Hell, he was over thirty, he didn't need a keeper.

He was thirty-four.

She pressed her hands to her stomach, over the thin sleeveless T-shirt she wore. He was the

same age as her husband.

Sabella shook her head. She wasn't going there and she wasn't going to go down to that

apartment to have sex with him either, she told herself as she slipped her sneakers on and tied

them.

Grabbing her keys from her purse, she left the house and within minutes she was pulling her

little car in behind the garage.

She had the key to the apartment in her hand. She shouldn't just walk in on him, she told

herself, even as she moved quickly up the back steps to the deck. After all, he could have

brought a friend back with him. He could be busy. In the shower. Any number of things. But

she jammed the key into the door, stepped inside, and before she could gasp found herself

jerked inside, the door slamming closed as she was pushed against the wall.

Dangerous, tense. The hard arm that lay across her neck was Noah's, the almost feverish glitter

in his navy blue eyes was predatory, intense.

"Do you like living dangerously?" he asked her softly, his face too close to hers, his hard body, mostly naked, pressing into hers. "I'm not to desecrate that hallowed marriage bed of yours, but

you can slip in here any time you please?"

His voice was grating. It raked across her nerves, fired nerve synapses that triggered chills

racing across her body as she stared up at him through the darkness.

His arm slid from across her throat, but he didn't release her. His hands gripped her hips and

jerked her up to him, even as another gasp parted her lips.

He wasn't just mostly naked. He was naked. And hard. The full, pounding length of his cock

pressed into her lower stomach as he watched her with heated, absorbed interest.

"We needed to talk." Her hands pressed against his shoulders, and it took only a second for

awareness to seep into her brain.

She felt the slight flinch as she pressed against him, as though the flesh were tender. He was

damp, he'd obviously come from the shower, she could feel the water on his flesh, and

something slick, perhaps remnants of soap. His hair was wet, his shadowed expression was

harsh.

"You're hurt." She pressed against his other shoulder. "Noah, what happened?"

"Not yet," he growled.

"What do you mean not—" Yet.

He stole the words with his kiss. His lips lowered to hers, took them, sipped at the curves, and a

low, male groan of need rumbled in his throat.

Parted lips tugged the lower curve, his tongue flicked over it as her own parted, to breathe she

told herself. Just to breathe, not so that hot, hungry tongue could flick against them, taste her.

She felt her heart rate spike.

"Noah, are you okay?"

"Later." His lips sealed hers, slanted across them, and ate into her with hungry, heated demand.

Sabella whimpered at the pleasure. She had lied to herself. She knew she had. She hadn't come

down here to inform him of anything, she had come for this.

"Look at how you're dressed," he growled, his lips moving from hers to her jaw, her cheek.

"Short little shorts." His hand slid down her stomach to cup the wet heat between her thighs,

beneath the silky stretch material of her shorts. "Snug little shirt." And she hadn't worn a bra.

She sometimes slept in these clothes. They were thin and comfortable, too thin, because the

heat of his palm against her mound was making her crazy.

The heel of his hand rotated, pressed.

"You're hurt," she gasped. "What happened?"

"Nothing."

"Noah…"

"God, yes, say my name like that again," he growled. "Tell me you want me, Sabella. Hot and wild, all over again. Pounding inside you, stretching that sweet, hot little pussy all around me."

Her breath caught. She could feel his blood beneath her hand, his naked cock through the layer

of material separating them.

"Noah, stop this. Are you bleeding?" She thought maybe she could smell a hint of blood.

"No. Trust me. Just a scratch." His teeth raked over her jaw and she shuddered at the sensation, like little tingles of electricity raking over her, through her.

"What kind of scratch?" she moaned.

"You can bandage me up." His voice throbbed, became deeper, harder. "Later."

"Noah." She breathed his name as she felt his hand move, sliding from between her thighs only

to push beneath her shorts and panties to fill his hand with the swollen, wet flesh beneath.

"You're wet, Sabella." His fingers tunneled into the slit, slid through the slick cream that

gathered there. "Tell me you want me. Ask me to fuck you."

She was panting for breath. Pressed against the kitchen wall, all she could think about was

feeling him inside her, around her.

"I want your mouth on my dick again."

He shocked her with the blunt, naughty words. "I want to watch you going down on me, feel

your mouth sucking the head of my cock again. God, it was so good, coming in your mouth

like that, watching you love it."

His finger pierced inside her. One finger, sliding in deep, rasping over tender nerve endings, as

the heel of his palm pressed and rotated against her clit.

She was shaking. He was bleeding, he was hurt. She should be more concerned with forcing

him to let her see what kind of damage he had done than she was with his finger, pumping,

inside her.

Her eyes closed, her legs shifted wider, and a tremulous cry left her lips as he used his finger to

drive her crazy. Sliding in slow and deep, his fingertip reaching high inside her, finding that

spot, that one spot. And rubbing.

"Noah. It's so good." She ground her head against the wall, felt her knees weakening. "It's so good."

"So damned good," he amended. "You're wet and tight around my finger, Sabella. Do you want to come for me, baby? Do you want to make those sweet little sounds in your throat that hit my

senses like wildfire just before you come for me? Do you want to come for me, baby? All over

my fingers? Do you want to make me go crazy for just a taste of that sweet little pussy?"

Oh God. Oh God. He shouldn't talk to her like that. She could feel her moisture flowing,

soaking his fingers, her hips moving as she thrust against his stroking fingertip.

"Oh, now there's a good girl," he groaned. "Fuck my fingers, Sabella. Let me feel you come around them."

She whimpered. This was too wicked. It was too hot. She had never done anything like this,

never heard words like that whispered from a man's lips as he touched her.

"Tell me," he crooned in her ear. "Talk to me, baby. Tell me you want it. Beg me to fuck you with my fingers and I'll give you another. I'll push two fingers inside you. Wouldn't you like

that? Don't you want to burn for me?"

He couldn't be serious? He wouldn't be?

"I could come just like this." He nipped her ear, pressed his cock against her hip as she almost melted. "All I'd need is your sweet little voice talking me through it."

He licked the sensitive flesh beneath her ear, raked the flesh with his teeth.

"This is crazy," she moaned.

"Tell me it's hot," he demanded, his breathing heavy, harsh in the stillness of the night.

"Oh Noah, it's so hot." She felt the sensitive internal muscles clenching around him, felt the

punch of sensation to her womb as the words tore from her lips.

He jerked against her, his finger pressing deeper before pumping inside her in hard, desperate

strokes.

"Don't stop." She wanted to scream, but she could barely manage a broken cry when he buried

deep again and stilled.

"Tell me to fuck you with my fingers." He bit her neck and she arched against him. "Tell me you want two fingers inside you. Tell me to make you burn, Sabella."

"Fuck me," she groaned, feeling the heat rising inside her. "Please, Noah, now."

"More." The harsh demand in his voice rasped over her senses. "Give me more, Sabella."

She cried out. It was too wicked. Too wicked and too hot.

"Two fingers," she gasped. "Noah, please, I want two fingers inside me."

His finger jerked back, and when it returned, there were two. Two pressing into her, spreading

her further apart, stretching the muscles and sensitizing her further.

Sabella cried out as she felt the moisture that rushed through her vagina sliding over his fingers

as they moved slow and easy inside her.

"I want to come," she whispered. "Let me come, Noah."

He groaned, growled. He pressed his fingers high and hard inside her and she nearly, just

almost exploded around them.

"Take your shirt off." He eased back, gave her just enough room to stare up at the glittering

wild fire in his eyes. "Take it off. I want to see your nipples."

"Noah."

"God, sweet hard, rosy pink little nipples. I want to suck them. Take the damned shirt off." His voice hardened, the hunger tearing from him was washing through her, sizzling through her

veins and her pussy.

Shaking, her ragged breaths almost moans, she gripped the hem of her shirt and pulled it over

her head before dropping it to the floor.

"Keep your arms up," he demanded as she moved to lower them. "All the way up." One hand gripped her wrists and shoved them against the wall. "That's a girl. Up like that." His gaze

raked across her nipples and she swore she could almost feel the touch of them.

"Why are you doing this?" she moaned.

"Because I want to eat you alive. I want to go down on you and taste all that wild hot cream

covering my fingers right now. I want to eat it from you, Sabella. Lick it with my tongue and

devour you."

She jerked against him.

"When I'm done, I want to watch you go down on me. Watch my cock sink into your pretty lips

and I want to fuck your mouth until I'm shooting everything I have down your throat." His

fingers moved inside her, the sound of the damp caresses filling her ears, whipping through her

mind.

"Do you want that, baby?"

"Yes. Oh yes." She wanted that. She wanted it so bad.

She felt her shorts easing over her hips as his head lowered. He bent his knees enough to allow

his lips to catch the viciously tight nub of her nipple between them as his fingers caressed and

rotated and her knees weakened with the extremity of the pleasure. She wanted him inside her

so bad, filling her. She wanted his lips all over her, hers all over him. She wanted every

blistering act he was whispering in her ears.

She jerked as his mouth consumed her aching nipple. Felt the surge of electric shock as it

traveled through her system. She lifted against him, desperate, eager for more.

Noah was lost in a world of sensation. The earlier violence, the racing adrenaline in his system

did this. For the past years, recovery had been hell. Retraining had burned his mind with the

surge of lust so hard, so powerful, that no amount of jacking off could ease it. He'd been half

insane more than once, for this.

Sabella. In his arms. Hot and wild for him, whispering her naughty little secrets in his ears.

Demanding he take her. That he do all the wicked, carnal acts that had filled his head while

under the influence of the aphrodisiac Diego Fuentes had pumped into his body.

Now here she was and he was on fire for her. Blazing. Burning out of control. Two fingers

shoved inside her hot pussy, feeling the burn of her body as he sucked her hard little nipples.

Everything about his Sabella was little, compared to him. So sweetly curved and delicate, and

that will of iron he was glimpsing only made him harder.

"Noah, this is killing me," she moaned at his ear, her hot breath searing his flesh. "You're teasing me to death."

Just a little more. He groaned around her nipple, licked it, rasped it. He wanted to hear more.