Natalie
"No-no-no, that's not a good idea, Noah!"
My future husband isn't listening to me. He doesn't stop whatever mischief he is plotting.
Noah is down on his knees in front of my seat. Panic surges within me when he unbuckles my seatbelt with expert fingers. He does it slowly, almost sensually, and meets my eyes with a smirk on his lush lips.
Sexy bastard.
He looks too good between my legs, and I must resist the urge to mess up his perfectly styled brown hair. Or run my fingers along the faint stubble on his carved jawline.
It's hard.
Every nerve is hyperaware of my soon-to-be-husband. I'm balancing on a thin line and have to suck in a deep breath and try not to swoon when Noah tilts his head at me.
"What isn't a good idea?"
While waiting for my answer, Noah takes off my shirt and gets this predatory gleam in his eyes when he sees my breasts.
I try to find wise words. "Having sex on your private jet."
"Why?"
"Because the cockpit staff will hear us. We should wait until after the wedding. It's also bad luck having hot sex before getting married."
Noah doesn't look convinced and smirks at me. "It's not like you're a virgin, Natalie. We have had plenty of sex—it won't change a thing that I take you here and now."
He lifts himself to kiss my neck while fondling my breasts. I lean back in my seat and fight a moan. It feels like electricity is coursing through my veins, and I want Noah, but not here!
"I want to fuck you, Natalie," Noah speaks against my skin. "Being inside of you is the best feeling in the entire world."
My knees go weak, but I fight like hell not to let Noah fool me into letting him fuck me against the wall. Sofia could come in at any given moment, for fuck's sake!
"Noah... We really shouldn't..."
"It's not fair," Noah's voice lowers to an almost angry tone. "I finally have the woman of my dreams, the one I can't stop thinking about. She is right here with me. And now she is denying me sex."
He leans away and levels me with a look. There is a pout on his lips, but the predatory gleam in his eye gives him away—Noah is playing me into giving him what he wants, which is hot, nasty sex.
"Noah..." I hiss. "I'm not falling for that look."
"What look?" He asks innocently and bats his thick eyelashes at me with a slight smile. I'm not sure how, but he is suddenly shirtless, and his shoulders are just so muscular... Fuck this man.
I press my legs together, glaring down at Noah. I'm so horny right now, and it's driving me mad.
How dare he show off his muscles right now?!
"You know what I'm talking about," I narrow my eyes at him, eyes glued to his pecs, before I force out my following sentence. "And put on some clothes, will you?"
"Why?" Noah asks and stretches his arms. He is only doing it to make his biceps bulge and show off his abs; everything is a planned power move to woo me. "I thought you liked seeing me naked?"
"Noah..." I warn.
"I need you right now, Natalie," Noah leans in. "And you know what? I'm just going to take what I want."
Before I get a chance to talk, he picks me up with shocking ease from the plane seat. His big hands cup my butt, and I automatically wrap my arms around his thick neck.
Soon, he is walking towards a room and kicks up the door. It's a bed inside, one which he throws me on. The landing shocks me. Everything is happening so fast.
Noah peels off his clothes, and then he is over me. His muscular chest pins me down while he speaks close to my mouth, our lips almost brushing against each other.
"Since begging isn't getting me anywhere, I just have to convince you that you want this, need this right now."
His scent is over me, clouding my senses. All I see is this powerful male, so much bigger than me and incredibly sexy.
I suck sticky air into my lungs and feel it now, his thick cock nudging my sex. My thighs clench, and Noah notices that too.
A rough sound escapes his lips, and there is no more time for talking.
Noah kisses me like a man deprived of his addiction. His lips are brutal, desperate, and greedy. I moan into his mouth, controlled by his tongue and in pure bliss when he sucks my bottom lip.
And then, his tongue glides into my mouth again. A sweep and a plunge, deeper, stroking, taking. Whatever Noah is doing ignites me, makes me groan and whimper, wanting more of him.
I'm light-headed yet too heavy with a desire to stop kissing Noah. My underwear is soaking wet, and I want more, so much more.
My mouth chases his when he pulls away, my lips swollen and wet. But Noah ducks his head to avoid me. Instead of kissing me, Noah sucks my neck, tugging at my sensitive skin.
"Did you mean that thing you said about sex not being a good idea before the wedding?" His mouth is on my breasts, licking them with hot strokes of lust and passion.
"I'm too horny to care about that right now..." I'm close to begging Noah to fuck me right now. "I just want you."
His body stiffens for a second, and then he smiles. Noah is like the sun coming out from behind the clouds. I smile back at him, but he steals my lips with a swift, deep kiss that I feel down to my toes.
I whimper, opening my mouth for more. Noah gives it to me and deepens our kiss, tasting me like I'm his drug of choice.
But right when it's about to turn good, he pulls away from my lips with a pained groan. "Shit, you're tempting me, but you said it yourself: we should wait until after the wedding."
I narrow my eyes. "Noah... I'm wet and horny—you can't seriously expect me to wait until after the wedding when you've made me this excited? I'm close to begging you to fuck me."
Noah sticks out his tongue. "Patience is a virtue."
I watch him walk to the door and hiss at him. "Fuck you, Noah! You can't just leave me like this!"
He chuckles and throws me a sexy smile over his shoulder. I'm not sure if it's my imagination, but his ass looks plump today. Or maybe I just see things differently because I'm horny out of my mind.
"No, babe. We will do this the right way by teasing each other until we are horny as fuck on our wedding night. Waiting will make the sex so much better, Natalie. Trust me."
"I don't want to wait!" I exclaim.
Noah just smiles at me. He appears to be massively amused and is even sporting a hard-on, but he won't let me ride him. My soon-to-be-husband is a sadistic bastard. He is making us both suffer!
"Waiting will be worth it," Noah says. "And trust me, you're not the only one suffering right now. Since we got onto this plane, I've been rock-hard, but you're right—we have to make the wedding night special."
"I don't care about making the wedding night special!"
He laughs. "Honey, that's your horny hormones talking. You will thank me for this later."
"When I'm fucking you in front of the priest because you denied me sex on the plane?! Because that will happen, Noah! There is just no way I can handle listening to the wedding speech while you're standing next to me, looking like sex-on-a-stick!"
"Calm down, Natalie," Noah puts on all his clothes. He is still hard, though, and grimaces when he closes his fly. "You will get exactly what you want, but you will have to wait for now."
"Fuck you."
His lips curl higher up his face. "Yes, you will, but not now," he bends down to throw my shirt on the bed. "Put this on, and let's enjoy the grand view from our seats. I imagine we will soon be landing."
I growl at him. "I swear you're going to be the end of me."
Noah can't fight a laugh. "Like I said, you're not the only one suffering right now..." He glances down at the bulge in his pants. "It will be so awkward getting married in this condition..."
"Meh, it will pass..."
Noah lifts an eyebrow. "With you in a wedding dress and me standing next to you, knowing I will spend every morning waking up next to you? Psh, the wedding is only going to worsen the hard-on."
I blush. "Is it wrong for me to find that the most romantic thing you've ever said to me?"
Noah laughs. "No, it's a huge compliment coming from me," he winks at me from the door. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. And I can't wait to get married."