Enchanted (The Accidental Billionaires #4)(31)

It wasn’t that I didn’t want to be close to him in every way possible, but cuddling was getting to be akin to torture without the satisfaction of giving in to our carnal urges first.

I shot him a sideways glance as I gently closed my computer.

He was seated on the other side of the couch, his head in his laptop.

I took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Noah had come a long way in just eleven days. The dark circles under his eyes were gone, and the signs of stress that he’d been wearing on his handsome face were almost nonexistent.

He still hadn’t experienced a single headache since the day we’d arrived, and I was relieved that I could finally assume that the frequent pain was actually due to stress.

The relaxed expression on his handsome face looked pretty damn good on him.

Maybe taking this relationship all the way to its obvious conclusion wasn’t a good idea. We were only three days away from our departure. But I really didn’t want to regret a single moment of this interlude, and I knew I was going to be sorry if I let the opportunity to be with Noah intimately just pass me by.

I’d probably never get another shot at it.

I gnawed on my bottom lip for a moment before I finally decided to just blurt it out. “I want to sleep with you, Noah.”

Great. Really smooth. I got right into that subject with a lot of tact.

His head jerked up immediately. I didn’t have to slam his computer shut anymore to get his attention. “What?”

The poor guy looked confused, and I really couldn’t blame him. “I said, ‘I want to sleep with you.’ Well, maybe not just sleep.”

God, I’m really failing miserably at letting him know exactly what I want. Problem is, I have no experience at being a seductress.

I figured my best bet was just to be honest.

Noah cleared his throat. “Andie, are you sure?”

I couldn’t look at him because I was so damn embarrassed, but I could feel his gaze burning into my skin.

“Positive. No strings attached, Noah. No promises. I just want to . . . be with you. We only have three more days of this vacation.” And I don’t want to end it without experiencing what it would be like to be with you.

The attraction went both ways. I knew it did, or I wouldn’t have brought the subject up.

Really, I was kind of wishing I hadn’t started the whole conversation.

It was awkward.

Maybe I just should have crawled into his lap and started to divest him of his clothing. He’d have gotten the picture without me needing to say a word.

He set his computer on the coffee table, but I never anticipated that my own computer would be falling off my lap and onto the floor as Noah breached the distance between us. A few seconds later, I was underneath his powerful body, my hands in his as he held them over my head.

“What if I want strings attached?” he asked, his voice husky and warm.

His face was right above me, and as I met his heated stare, my throat went dry with longing. “There don’t need to be any. I just want you, Noah. I probably have since the first time I saw you on the jet. I know what I want.”

“Jesus, Andie, I want you, too. You have no idea how much. My dick has been hard since the moment you stole my computer. But we’ve only been together as adults for eleven days. And I didn’t want you to think that my only priority was getting laid.” His eyes were so open and honest that my heart tripped.

“I know that,” I said softly. “We’re having an incredible time together, and we haven’t even had sex yet.”

“Not because I didn’t want it,” he growled.

“Then take what you want.” I hated the fact that my voice was almost pleading.

His head swooped down, and he captured my lips with a muffled groan.

I shook off his hands and wrapped my arms around his neck, reveling in the sensation of his possession.

The man wasn’t tentative or hesitant. When Noah wanted something, he went after it. I was giddy that he was putting his dogged determination toward getting . . . me.

His mouth was hot and hard, and there was no more flirtation or teasing.

Noah meant business, and I was more than happy to meet him with the same ferocious intent.

God, yes!

His hand went behind my head, holding me like he was afraid I was going to move or change my mind.

I threaded my hands into his coarse, thick hair and moaned at the feeling of those strands brushing over the skin of my fingers.

His embrace was urgent and animalistic, so different from the previous kisses we’d shared that I wanted to weep with relief.

I needed this frenzied passion like I needed to breathe.

I craved it with every fiber of my being.

“Andie,” he said hoarsely as he lifted his head and feasted on the sensitive skin of my neck.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and pressed against him. I moaned as I felt how hard he was, which created the liquid heat that rushed between my thighs. “Noah. Please.”

Closer.

Closer.

I had to get closer to him.

I squealed in surprise as he swung off the couch, picked me up, and carried me to his bedroom.

I missed the feeling of our bodies pressed together almost immediately, and I wanted to weep with frustration.

Pressing my face into his neck, I inhaled his tempting scent, which had become like an aphrodisiac to me.