Vain - Part One (Vain, #1)(10)

"Alexa," he calls out and I realize that I've heard him repeat my name several times now. I was drifting.
"What?" I bite back as my eyes fly open to the sight of him hovering above me, his camera in one hand. Christ, please make him stop being so utterly gorgeous. Is this some sick, twisted game of karma? You throw me into a room with a naked man who looks like this and then I can't touch him? This has to be worth more than five thousand dollars. It's like one of those credit card commercials. This is f*cking priceless.
"Talk to me about your last lover." He inches down the bed so I can't make eye contact with him. Smart move, Noah. He asked this once before and my reaction then should have been enough to get him to back the hell off. There's no mistaking what a pushy son of a bitch he is.
"Let's talk about you instead," I counter, trying to veil the wide grin that has taken over my face. "What about your last lover?"
"This isn't about me." His response is curt and harsh. "I get to ask the questions."
"I don’t have to answer them," I push back, pulling my legs closer together. I've had enough of this for one night and maybe shooting personal questions in his direction is going to be the ticket I need to get out of these bindings, this bed and this room for the night.
"One question, Alexa," he says with a growl. "You ask one question. I'll answer and then you let me work."
One question? Just one? I study his face and soak in the sight of his eyes staring a path straight through me. We're both naked, nothing separating us but a piece of paper that clearly states that he's never going to ravage my body the way I want him to. If I can't have that, I can definitely have something almost as good. "Tell me about your most memorable lover."
"I haven't met her yet," he begins before his voice stalls. "Or I haven't f*cked her yet."
"That's a cop out." I adjust my hips to allow my legs to slide open slightly.
His eyes follow my movement and I know he's staring at my wetness. I've never minded being naked in front of a man, and with Noah, it's quickly becoming second nature. I'm not even sure what it would feel like to actually have a conversation with him while I'm fully clothed.
"You're wet." His voice is thick and heavy. "You get so wet when I'm photographing you."
I push my legs even further apart. "You're gorgeous," I admit. "I've never seen a man's body like yours."
"You get wet from looking at me?" His hand shifts from his lap to the edge of my thigh.
I have to stall my breathing to suppress a deep, guttural moan that is building within me. "You're not surprised by that." He can't be. He knows exactly what he looks like.
"I pay women to f*ck me," he whispers. "They'll tell me anything to make a dollar."
"Do they tell you that you're hot as f*ck?" I pull against the bindings, my hands instinctively wanting to trace a path across my folds. I'm so aroused. I want so badly to come.
"Hot as f*ck?" The words rumble through him and across his lips. "No one has ever told me that."
"You're lying," I challenge. "Women tell you all the time that they want you."
"Do you want me?" It's a question that is engorged with unending consequence.
I pull my tongue across my lips, let my legs fall open to reveal how dripping wet I actually am and utter a very clear and unmistakable. "Yes."

Chapter 10

"You know I can't touch you." His breath skirts heavy over my cheek. His mouth is hovering so close to mine, his tongue darting out to moisten his lips.
"I don't follow rules." I push the words back at him. "We have a non-disclosure agreement. I wouldn't tell a soul if you touched me." The words are meant to tease him but I realize once they float over my lips that they're true. I don't follow rules. I never have. I've always chased after every man I've wanted. I've never been the quiet, demure and well behaved girl who waits to be swept off her feet. If I see something I want, I take it. Consequences come later.
"You're not my type, Alexa." I can sense he's smiling even though I can't see his face. He's too close to me. The warmth of his skin is radiating into mine.
I swallow hard as much to gather the words from within me as to calm my racing heart. "That's why you want me so much." I'm playing with fire. He's unlike any man I've ever met. He's dark, he's edgy. He obviously has more issues than I can count on one hand and he's here, so close, so hard and so wanting.
"If I touch you, it's going to ruin the process," he says it with strength of purpose. He shifts his body slightly and I feel the tip of his dick brush against my leg.
I catch my bottom lip between my teeth when I feel the ache in my sex. I'm so aroused that I'm about to come without any stimulation at all. "If you untie my hands, Noah…" I tilt my head to the side and my lips brush over his as the words leave me. "If you untie me, I'll make myself come right now."
His breathing stalls. "Alexa, you're killing me."
I close my eyes and push a rush of breath from my lungs so it seeps out of my lips and flashes over his. I want to say something but I know that anything that escapes from me at this point is going to be enveloped with a moan.
"Your skin is beautiful." His hand is back on my hip now but its intent isn't the same as it was before. His touch is softer, gentle. There's no direction there. This time it's not to guide me into the perfect pose. This time there's something else beneath it.