Wild Nights (5 page)

Hell, he was shocked he had the words tender wooing in his vocabulary.

He went to her and pulled her into his arms, smoothing his fingers along the expanse of her bared back. “You’ve been with the wrong men, I swear to God. Has someone told you you’re unattractive? Called you a hideous troll? Because, sweetheart, you are the farthest thing from a hideous troll I’ve ever seen.”

She blushed and dropped her gaze. “I’m glad you don’t think I’m a hideous troll.”

“Seriously.” He slipped his fingers beneath her chin and tilted her head back up so she was looking at him. “You’re beautiful. I can’t wait to get you out of that dress so I can kiss you all over your delectable body.”

Her cheeks turned even pinker if that was possible. “Stop. You’re exaggerating.”

“I’m not,” he said vehemently, making her frown. “What sort of jackass have you been with to make you so shy? To make you so doubtful?”

Natalie pressed her lips together and took a deep breath before exhaling loudly. “Well, I’ve been with exactly one guy. Once.” She paused for a moment, most likely to let those words sink in because that revelation was a hell of a doozy. “That’s it.”

Chapter Six

Natalie felt like she was having a total déjà vu moment. Noah watched her while all sorts of conflicting emotions warred within him. How she knew this? By the way his expressive features showcased every little thing he was feeling. At the moment, he was like an open book, one she was getting very comfortable reading.

“Wait a minute.” His words came out slow and thick, like he was having trouble saying them. “You’ve only been with one other guy.
Ever?
”

She’d decided to be honest with him. Maybe that had been a mistake. “Yeah. Well, I’ve kissed plenty of guys.” She had. It had become her life’s mission the last two years in college to kiss as many boys as possible. “I’ve fooled around with a few too.”

That was also true. She’d been felt up plenty of times. She’d given exactly two awkward blowjobs, though she’d never completed them. And no way could she let a guy go down on her. That always felt way too intimate somehow.

“One guy,” Noah said once he got his tongue working again. Poor man. He looked stunned. “That’s it?”

“Yes. That’s it.” She nodded, sinking her teeth in her lower lip. Now he was going to tell her to leave. He would smack her ass, ask for the two thousand dollars he gave her to gamble with and then send her out the door.

“You’re practically a virgin,” he whispered almost reverently, and that was her cue.

She needed to leave.

“Clearly you’re freaked out.” She disentangled herself from his hold and turned tail, ready to run out of the bedroom and never look back. “I get it. I really do. You’re probably totally turned off and I can’t blame you. I have no experience, and you’re used to plenty of experience,” she called over her shoulder as she hurried down the short hall toward the living area. She’d left her purse on an end table and it had her phone and money in there. No way could she leave it behind.

“Where the hell are you going?” He appeared out of nowhere, grabbing hold of her arm and turning her so she had no choice but to face him. “Why are you running away?”

“But I thought…” She waved a hand between the both of them, frowning up at him. She was confused. Why was he stopping her?

“You need to quit assuming, sweetheart,” he whispered, just before he hauled her into his arms and pressed a firm kiss to her lips. “I’m not letting you go anywhere.”

“Give me a break.” She somehow got out of his grip again and made her way toward the door, stopping to grab her purse along the way. “Go find someone with real experience. I’m sure I’d be a total disappointment tonight, so don’t even bother with me.”

“Stop. Running.” He had her by the wrist, twirling her around so her back was to the front door, her purse dangling from her fingers. “Someone needs to work on her self confidence, I think.”

“Are you saying you could help?” He was so close to her, her breasts were nestled against his chest, the tops of them pushing above the low neckline of her dress and giving him a perfect view of her cleavage.

“I know I can help.” His gaze had found her cleavage and he was studying it like he’d just discovered buried treasure. “If you’ll just let me.”

He pressed his hips to hers, pushing her more firmly against the door and then he was touching her, his hand at her hip, his other hand curling around the side of her neck and tilting her head back. His mouth settled on hers, and it was as if he lit a fire deep inside her.

She dropped her purse to the ground and grabbed hold of him like she planned on never letting him go, snaking her arms tight around his waist, her fingers sliding beneath the thin leather of his vest and touching bare skin. He was so smooth, so warm, and she kept touching him, her fingers moving higher, higher still until she felt the slightly sharp planes of his shoulder blades.

And then lower, way lower, her fingers dipping beneath the waistband of his jeans, encountering nothing but more bare skin, and she had the fleeting thought that Noah Wilde wasn’t wearing any underwear.

As in, he hadn’t been wearing underwear the entire time she’d been with him? Talk about easy access. She’d never been with a man who went commando before.

Tonight truly was all about the new experiences.

“Getting pretty naughty there, sweetheart, the way you’re touching me,” he murmured against her lips, his tongue darting out for a lick.

She groaned and opened her mouth, trying to capture his tongue so she could suck it but he was too fast. “You’re making me crazy.”

“Likewise,” he muttered as he gathered up the fabric of her dress with his assured fingers. What was he trying to do? “You’re the one who’s run hot and cold all night long.”

“You make me second-guess everything,” she admitted, closing her eyes when he pressed his mouth to the side of her neck and kissed and nibbled her there. “I’m wrestling with the fact that you’re probably a bad idea.”

He lifted his head, his expression as serious as his tone. “I’m definitely a bad idea.”

She smiled and reached up, streaking her fingers down his stubble-roughened cheek. “I’m starting to like bad ideas, though.”

The slow, melting grin that lit up his entire face could’ve slayed about a million women, all in one fall. He was so handsome, and he radiated sex appeal. “I will be the baddest idea you’ve ever encountered if that’s what you want, Nat.”

“That’s definitely what I want,” she admitted just before he swooped in and stole another kiss, making her knees weak.

That was the thing about Noah. He kissed like he meant it. Like kissing was serious business and he was paid to be the best. Because he so was. The absolute best at it. She’d been kissed by a handful of men, a decent number for a woman her age, but no one—and she could definitely confirm that
none
of them had rocked her world just with their lips quite like Noah Wilde did.

Those lips of his should be marked as a lethal weapon.

“Christ, you taste fucking unbelievable,” he whispered after he broke the kiss to once again lick and suck his way down her neck. His hands were clutching the fabric of her skirt, edging it up higher and higher, his knuckles brushing against her outer thighs, and she shivered at the commanding way he touched her, kissed her. He was taking without asking, doing whatever he wanted and she didn’t protest. She couldn’t protest.

She liked it too much.

His mouth blazed a trail down the front of the exposed skin from her halter dress. Along her collarbone, across the top of her breasts, in the valley between her breasts, he left damp, warm kisses. Kisses that made her shiver and shake, her fingers plowing through his thick hair and holding him close as he nipped at her skin and made her yelp.

“Fuck, I could eat you up, sweetheart,” he said just before he resumed kissing her, blocking out all rational thought and words from her brain. She fell into the sensation of his lips on hers, letting him work his magic because that was how she felt. He was a magician and she was just a stupid girl in the audience he picked out to demonstrate all of his tricks on.

“Noah,” she whispered, squealing when he wrapped his hands around her thighs and lifted her up. Her legs automatically went around his waist as he pressed her more firmly against the wall, his body pinning her in place. She clung to him, tilting her head back against the door and closed her eyes. Too overwhelmed with what was happening, what he was doing to her.

“Say my name like that again, sweetheart. Only next time, scream it while I’m making you come all over my cock,” he muttered, his voice extra deep, like roughened velvet.

His words were crude, but she secretly loved them. God, he was so sexy. So fierce. So out of control. So…

“Ohmigod,” she gasped when his fingers pushed behind the barrier of her panties and sank inside of her. “Oh God.
Noah.
”

He stroked her, his harsh breath hot against her neck, his fingers busy between her legs. He stepped away from her, giving him more room to touch her even deeper, and she loosened her legs around his waist, her arms still wrapped around his neck.

“So damn wet,” he whispered as he shoved two fingers deep inside her body, making her groan. “All for me?”

She nodded, too overcome to say a word. She could probably have an orgasm in about one minute if she wasn’t careful. Maybe even sooner. And she’d never come that fast before. It always took a bit of work. A lot of finessing. But one time with Noah with his fingers buried deep inside her and she was ready to shoot off like a rocket.

“You gonna come? Can I make you come?” he growled, increasing his pace.

Yes, yes, yes! Please yes!

The words ran through her brain, but she still couldn’t speak. All she could do was hang on and breathe while he did all the dirty work. And it was so dirty in the best possible way. The naughty words he said, his loud breathing, the way he touched her like he was already familiar with her body and what she liked best. He crooked a finger deep inside her, touching some unfamiliar spot that had her eyes flying open and her fingers tugging on his hair perhaps a little bit too tight.

But he never protested. Just lifted his head, his glittering gaze meeting hers, his mouth firmed into a straight, determined line as he worked his fingers between her legs, pinching her clit before circling it again and again.

Again and again.

Until she was coming with Noah’s name falling from her lips, her mouth hanging open, her hips thrusting against his hand like she was some sort of wanton girl begging for him to fuck her all night long.

Oh God, she really hoped he wanted to fuck her all night long.

Noah leaned forward and pressed his forehead against the door with a loud thunk, his hand still cupping Natalie’s throbbing pussy. He was trying to catch his breath, calm his racing heart, get himself under control.

He’d just gotten her off. That was it. No big deal, right? Yet it had been amazing, watching her fall apart, knowing he was the one who did that to her. He’d nearly exploded in his jeans when he touched her clit just right and she ended up coming all over his fingers. Talk about hot. She responded to him as if she’d been made just for his pleasure.

She was breathing hard too. They were both fully clothed and he’d just given her an orgasm and holy hell, his cock was as hard as a fucking rock and dying to get inside that tight pussy of hers. But he couldn’t fuck her here against a door. He needed to get her in the bed, stat. Tear off that sexy little dress and see exactly what she was hiding beneath there. Fuck her hard and then maybe tie her up, leave her bound so he could have his way with her for the rest of the night and all she could do was lie there and take it.

All of his baser instincts were coming out in full force tonight. All over a little sprite of a girl who tasted and felt like heaven.

Without a word he gathered her up close and carried her back into the bedroom. She never protested, her body melting against his, her head resting on his shoulder, arms loosely wrapped around his neck. The total trust he felt her give to him was downright awe-inspiring.

And eye-opening. Oh, and fucking terrifying. What in the ever loving fuck was he doing, messing around with a girl like Natalie? A girl who was close enough to being a virgin she may as well be one. One real sexual experience for her, and that was it. It blew his mind. How old was she? Twenty-four, twenty-five? He couldn’t believe she’d confessed that to him. He couldn’t believe he still went ahead and started fucking her with his fingers like some sort of fiend.

He
was
a fiend. A man who wanted this particular woman and wasn’t ashamed of doing whatever it took to make her his. At least for tonight.

They entered the bedroom and he dropped her onto the mattress, smiling when he saw the way she bounced. She glared up at him, smoothing her hair away from her face, trying to give it some semblance of order. But she was deliciously mussed. Her hair a bit of a wreck, her eyeliner and mascara smudged. He’d kissed his way down her chest, and now the neckline of her dress was skewed to the left and wrinkled.

Natalie looked like she’d been manhandled. And she had.

By him.

“You’re staring,” she whispered from where she was perched on the bed, her legs curled under her, her hands folded neatly in her lap. She looked all calm and proper, but he’d bet every bit of the money she won earlier that beneath the skirt, her pussy was throbbing and soaked.

Just for him.

“Because I like what I see.” He flicked his chin at her, needing her to get down to business. “Undo the top of your dress, sweetheart. I want to look at every inch of you.”

Hesitantly she reached around her neck with both hands, working the hook he knew was keeping her top in place. It sprang free with ease and she pulled her hands away, letting the fabric drop naturally, exposing her chest to his gaze for the first time.

Her breasts were small and tipped with perfect, rose-colored nipples. They were hard as tiny diamonds, the tips tempting him to lean in and suck one into his mouth. But he just stood there like a dumbass, unable to think of anything to say beyond a classless
nice tits.

He figured she wouldn’t much appreciate that.

“Take the dress off, Nat,” he commanded. Just staring at her chest wasn’t going to cut it. He wanted her naked. Every last bit of her clothing off so all that was left was...her.

She rose to her knees on the mattress and grabbed the skirt of her dress, pulling it up and over her body until she was tugging it over her head and tossing the midnight blue fabric onto the floor. Everything within him stilled, including his breath, as he drank her in. On her knees in the middle of the bed and only wearing a tiny scrap of black fabric that barely covered her pussy, she was gorgeous. He knew her ass had to be on display with that skimpy thong she was wearing, and he walked around the bed, checking out the back view.

It was almost as good as the front. She had a cute little butt, firm and round and tiny. She glanced at him over her shoulder, scowling when she caught him checking out her ass. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like? I told you I wanted to see every inch of you.” He waved a hand at her. “Take off the panties, Nat.”