Natalie
We blast through the doors, and I laugh as Noah spins me around while I'm carried like a princess. I see stars. Everything feels light and aflame; I'm on cloud nine.
Did I mistakenly enter through heaven's doors?
"You're truly stunning tonight, Natalie," Noah says. "The only thing I hate is your outfit."
I snort through my nose. "Then how about we take it off?"
The poor butler, Frank, can apparently be trusted, and therefore, Noah doesn't care about being intimate.
And I don't care because I'm drunk.
"We have to wash you, my sweet duchess. Do a cleansing before we burn your pajamas to the ground."
I'm snorting through my nose again. The wine I drank has clearly gone to my head. I'm happy and unguarded. Noah bought me plenty of new clothes today, but I'm not allowed to wear them.
Not yet.
"And how are we supposed to do a cleansing?" I ask.
Noah replies by running up the stairs. His mansion has plenty of them, and the walls are covered in paintings. Chandeliers fill the ceiling, and every item looks worth a fortune.
"Where are we headed?" I'm letting my eyes bounce from one item to the other. This mansion reeks of money.
"I had Frank prepare the bathtub," Noah wags his eyebrows at me, smiling seductively.
"You did not!"
"I sure did!"
I giggle. "What are you planning to do?"
Noah winks at me while using his back to push up a door leading into a grand, luxurious bedroom. The running color is blue and white, but I don't get to inspect it for long.
Noah locks the door behind him and takes me into a bathroom more significant than my old apartment. Rocks are cladding the walls, and the temperature is warm and lovely.
It's like a jungle in here.
"Lovely bathroom."
Noah presses his lips to my ears. "You have almost the same type of bathroom belonging to your room."
My eyes widen. "Really?"
"Yes, but let's talk about that later—we have a cleansing to do!"
I'm not sure what is going through Noah's head, but I laugh hysterically when he holds me above the water in the jacuzzi. My lips quiver, and I place my hand on his shoulder, finding his eyes.
"No, Noah," I'm trying to give him puppy eyes, begging for the first time in my entire life. "Please! I don't want to swim!"
Noah whispers. "Long live the queen."
"Oh, don't you go quoting the Lion King on me!"
Noah grins, and then water splashes all over the walls. I sink into the bubbles. The pajamas stick to me like a second skin as warm water enters the inside of the fabric.
Not that I mind; I come up with a big smile. Noah and I are in utter chaos when we are together. I love it.
My eyes search the room, and I choke when I see Noah taking off his clothes. His arms stretch to escape from his t-shirt, and this man makes me dumber than a box of rocks.
"Holy shit..." I utter but press my hands to my mouth when Noah lifts his eyebrow at me. He is wearing an amused expression.
"You know..." Noah stalks closer, giving me the grand tour of his chiseled chest and six-pack. "I like drunk Natalie—she is blunt."
I blush. "Maybe we should take it easy tonight."
Noah's response is to laugh, and then he climbs into the jacuzzi with me, uncaring about what his body does to me. I don't know where to look and shriek when he takes me into his muscular arms.
"We have to get rid of this." His fingers are pinching my zipper without breaking eye contact.
I shudder in response to his hands removing my clothes. He is doing it slowly, in a sensual matter. It makes my pussy throb with need, especially when he cups my breasts.
"You're beautiful," Noah says. "Too beautiful to resist."
I can't return his words. Noah is gorgeous, but I'm sobering up as he looks at me, terrified of what he represents. I'm not ready to surrender, not prepared to admit how I feel.
My heart clenches. "Promise you aren't only after the chase."
His lips curl into a mischievous smile. "I find that words are loud, but actions speak volumes."
With that said, Noah dips down and kisses me with his hand behind my head. My entire body tenses up in response until I give in and let the sense of weightlessness wash over me.
I'm melting like a marshmallow, grateful that Noah takes me into his lap. He sits down, and I straddle him. My lips are molding with his, and I allow him to kiss away some barricades surrounding my heart. He is making me trust him more with every taste of his tongue.
There is so much in our kiss—unspoken words and a sense of need within both of our hearts.
I lose myself to the moment and let my hands slip over Noah's muscular chest. I grope him, feel him, touch him, but eventually let my hands rest on his shoulder. But I can't stop myself from squeezing him. I'm taking more than what I deserve.
I'm not a good girl, but Noah is the light at the end of the tunnel. His tongue makes tiny goosebumps tickle over my skin. I'm tingling and smiling against Noah's lips as he deepens the kiss. I even forget where he ends and I begin.
How did I ever live without this man in my life?
Noah tastes like promises, futures, and delicious, searing flames—I can't get enough of him!
I wrap my legs around him, welcoming the swell of my heart inside my chest when his hand touches the small of my back. It belongs there. Big and strong. Safe and protective.
I forget the world, and when Noah eventually leans back, I'm not ready to let go, even if both of us are entirely out of breath.
"Do you still think I'm only after the chase?" Noah's voice lacks self-control; it's brimming with lust, and I know he is one step away from snapping and returning to where we left off. "Can't you tell something deeper is going on between us?"
I stare into the depth of his eyes and make a split decision to follow the whisper of my heart.
"I want you tonight," I whisper, searching his face and hoping I won't regret this in the future. "Is that okay?"
"I never thought you would ask."
Noah leans in again, kissing me while his hands stroke my body, admiring every curve. I'm self-conscious. I probably don't look like the other girls he has been with. And I care because I think I'm falling deeply in love with him—his opinion matter.
But as soon as his cock press into my stomach, those worries are blown away by desire. Especially when he nibbles my neck and whispers. "You're the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me, Natalie Gracen. We were supposed to meet each other."