My jaw hit the floor.
“Close your mouth, Delaine. Unless that’s an invitation for me to stick something in it,” he said, and then lifted my chin with his fingers to close my mouth before stepping away with a smile on his face.
A minute or two later, I found myself sitting across from Noah in the back of his limousine and on my way to the twat doc.
Noah lit a cigarette and blew the smoke toward the window he had cracked open. Normally I’d be all up in arms over the lack of consideration for my lungs, but the way he wrapped his lips around that filter … well, it made me think naughty, naughty things.
“You can kiss me, you know,” he said as he took another draw from his cigarette. “I’m here for your pleasure just as much as you are for mine.”
I crossed my legs, trying to find the friction that I now suddenly craved, and threw my arms across my chest defiantly. I didn’t say anything in response. I mean, what was I supposed to say to that?
“This,” he said, making long strokes over his cock through his pants, “is for your pleasure as well. You shouldn’t be too shy to ask for what you want, Delaine. Or take what you want, for that matter, because I’m sure as hell not going to be.”
I turned my head and looked out the window, trying to ignore the throbbing in my girly bits. Said girly bits, however, were salivating with the visual that his words provided. From the corner of my eye I saw him put his cigarette out before he said, “Here, let me show you.”
He immediately crawled across the space between us and roughly uncrossed my legs before burying his face between my thighs. Then he cupped my ass with his hands and pulled me forward to give himself a better angle. I gasped in surprise when I felt the warmth of his breath seep through the thick material of my jeans while he worked his mouth back and forth over me. I watched the movement of his head in shock, and then he looked up at me and made a show of letting me see his long tongue lick from back to front. He bared his teeth and gave me a crooked grin before he nipped at the place just over my clit and winked.
“Oh, God,” I moaned, and then grabbed two handfuls of his hair roughly and shoved his face between my legs.
Noah’s mouth increased the pressure on my pussy. “Mmm … I love a woman who knows what she wants, Delaine.”
The way he purred my name made my insides quake, threatening an eruption the likes of which Mount St. Helens had never seen. But then the bastard’s hands moved over mine and forced me to release my hold on his hair before he pulled back and placed one light kiss over my clit.
“That was … promising.” He sighed. “I can’t wait to see your reaction when there are no clothes in the way, but unfortunately, that’s going to have to wait until later.”
I sat there panting and completely unable to get my inner whore under control, but Noah sat back in his seat and straightened his clothes like he was totally unaffected by what he had just done to me. He ran his hands through his hair to repair the damage that I had done, and I screamed internally, wanting to yank it all out.
The passenger door opened and Samuel greeted us with a smile. Noah stepped out onto the pavement and reached a hand out to help me. I accepted his offer, but only because I wanted to squeeze the hell out of his fingers, which I did, but he seemed unfazed by that as well. Bastard.
Through my sexually frustrated rage, I barely registered that we were entering some sort of medical building and Noah was leading me down the hall and into an office area. The receptionist at the front greeted Noah in a professional manner, but she was undressing him with her eyes the whole time, seemingly oblivious to my presence. I knew I had no claims to him or anything, but she didn’t know that, so her shameless flirting rubbed me the wrong way.
She probably wouldn’t have been the least bit deterred if I’d boasted that he’d just had his faced buried between my legs, the shameless hussy.
Before my inner bitch could rip those fake lashes off her eyelids, we were escorted into an exam room, where the nurse took my vital signs and then told me to strip, handing me a paper gown to slip on. She also handed me some form that she said they needed me to complete for all my basic information, but Noah took it from her instead.
“My uncle Daniel owns this practice,” Noah said when the nurse left the room. He was scribbling some information on the form. “He’s not a gynecologist, and I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable around him later, so one of his colleagues, Everett, will be doing your examination.”
I nodded, really hating what was about to happen.
“Do you have any health issues they need to know about?”
I shook my head in response, and he handed me the form to sign. When I gave it back to him, he motioned for me to undress and turned his back while he continued to talk. “I’ve told my family and friends that you and I met some time back on one of my trips to LA. They all think we’ve been secretly seeing each other for the past seven months and that I’ve finally convinced you to move to Oak Brook to live with me. I haven’t told any of them your name, so it’s up to you if you want to use your real name, or something else.”
“Well, since you already put my real name on that form, I guess we’ll go with that.” I stepped out of my pants and folded them neatly before reaching for the blue paper gown. I heard him murmur an expletive under his breath. He apparently hadn’t thought of that before he filled out the form. “Besides, if we use something else, I’m probably just going to mess everything up. And thanks, by the way.”