Bliss Series Boxed Set: The Whole Damn Harem (103 page)

“Love the look, sweetheart, but I’d much rather you lose the towel.”

Cocky Noah back in the house.

“I will if you will . . .” I smirk at him and don’t miss him clenching his fists.

“Nothing would stop me, Zo. I could have it off in seconds. There’s nothing I’d let stand in my way when it came to you.” His expression turns serious, the double entendre undeniable, causing me to gasp. The slow calculated way he says it has my mind racing and my heart thumping hard in my chest.

“You didn’t see enough when I was in my bikini?”

“Not enough for my liking. I’d like to check out that ink of yours up close and personal. Probably with my hands first, then my tongue.”

I lean my shoulder against the doorframe, smiling knowingly before slowly examining his body head to toe. But it’s Noah that has the last laugh when my eyes become fixated. Not on the happy trail this time, not even on the two equally delectable lines of muscle lining his hips that sink beneath the towel.

What has me lost for words is the unfortunately towel covered, standing very much at attention appendage that Dr. Taylor is renowned for.

Being a female staff member working at NorthWestern, you’d have to be a nun-in-training or a frigid cold fish not to know that Dr. Noah Taylor, aka the Walking Dildo, has a reputation for being very much blessed when it comes to his endowment. In fact, I’ve heard it said that when they were handing out big cocks, he asked for a triple whopper.

I’ve tried to pay no attention to it. No really, girl scout honor and all that. I’ve met a lot of guys like him in my life, and I’m far from naïve when it comes to the things men will say to get what they want.

But now in the light of day I’m left with no doubt that his nickname is well earned.

I’ve felt him hard against me twice now. I’ve had his cock throbbing in my hand as I stroked him tightly in my fist in the water and right now there is nothing I’d like more than to look, touch, and finally taste him.

“Like what you see?” He smirks at me, still leaning against the wall a few feet away from me, looking nonplussed. “Don’t mind me, sweetheart. I’ve got all night.”

All night
. God he’ll have me unable to walk if he takes me all night. But what a way to do it.

I stand up straight and square my shoulders, trying my hardest to ignore the thick sexual tension that’s growing more stifling the longer we stand there looking at each other.

Regaining composure, I smile sweetly back at him. “Never complained about your looks, Taylor. I merely mentioned my disdain for your ability to snap your fingers to get legs to open.”

His eyes dance with amusement, telling me he’s having far too much fun with this situation. His body however is telling an entirely different fun story.

“You might poke an eye out with that thing, you know. It should be listed as an occupational hazard. Warning! Proceed with care.”

He throws his head back and bursts out laughing, which is distracting enough, except that it brings my attention to his throat and his Adam’s apple, the gorgeous angles of his jaw, and his just-shy-of-perfect smile.

Dammit
.

Then his head drops forward and I’m left speechless as he pushes himself off the wall and steps toward me, covering the few feet between us and urging me sideways until my back is pressed hard against the hallway wall and his hard half-naked body is leaning against me.

Leaning his head down until his lips are just an inch away from my lips, he rests his forearms about my head. His eyes bore into mine as if he’s trying to see inside of me, wanting to know exactly what I’m feeling. It’s the same position we’ve found ourselves in more than once in recent weeks and every time it gets harder to say no.

He rests his forehead against mine and sighs. “I know you want this just as much as I do. You want me to lead you up those stairs and lay you down on my bed. You want me to slowly open your towel and spread your legs wide so that I can bury myself between them.”

I suck in a breath. No man has even spoken to me with such determination. No man has ever made me almost climax on the spot from words alone.

Yes I want to do everything he just said. Where do I sign? Take my firstborn, just take me now!

“One word, Zo. Just one word and I can give us both what we really want.”

“Noah, I—” He gently rolls his hips into mine, making me lose my train of thought.

“You wanted slow and steady, sweetheart. I tried to stay just friends but failed. I’ve shown you a side of me that very few people get to see. There are no secrets. There have been no lies. I want you. Only you. There is no one else but
you.
”

He’s taken an interest in getting to know me, so why should we deny ourselves the one thing we’ve both wanted for a long time? I believe he’s not just looking for his next easy lay with me. He showed me that without a shadow of a doubt last weekend when I wanted him to come home with me, and he left me horny and breathless on the doorstep.

“I want to know what you taste like, what you feel like. My body wants you. Your racing heartbeat, your breathing, and that fucking sexy glint in your eyes—they’re all telling me how much your body wants it too.”

“Noah . . .”

“Zo,” he murmurs against my lips. He slowly runs his tongue along my bottom lip then back over the top and I can’t resist opening my mouth for him. This kiss is different from the passionate, heat-fueled encounter under the waterfall. This is slow, measured. He’s taking the time to languidly stroke his tongue against mine, exploring every inch of my mouth as if it’s the first time all over again.

My head is full of whys and why nots. The previously compiled pros and cons are suddenly one-sided as the delicious throbbing in my lower towel-covered region intensifies. The chemistry, the tension, the overwhelming desire to touch this man, kiss this man, and to have this man in every way possible can no longer be ignored—even if I want to.

Forgetting about the fact that my hands are holding my towel to protect my dignity—or the fact that I am standing in front of Noah in a towel and nothing else—I lift my hands to his face and grab his stubbled jaw, pulling his mouth to mine and matching him stroke for stroke. It turns into a hard, punishing, definitive kiss, the physical embodiment of all the need and desire I have for this man. Apart from my trusty James Deen replica dildo, there has been no one else since Justin and I broke up.

“So fucking hot,” he murmurs, dragging his lips along my jaw and burying his face in my neck.

“Don’t stop,” I beg with a whimper.

He pulls away to look at me, standing up to his full height. “When’s your next shift?”

“Tomorrow afternoon.”

“Then you don’t have to worry about me stopping until at least tomorrow morning.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” I muse as I drag my hand over his hard pecs, down his washboard abs
,
of which there are eight . . . eight! I run my hand over the towel covering his still hard, still
scarily
large cock. His hips buck against mine as I give him a gentle squeeze, looking up at him wryly. “That’s a long time, Dr. Taylor. A big promise. After all this time, I’d hate to be, you know,
disappointed
.”

“You’ve laid down the challenge, sweetheart. Now it’s time to show you that I’m a man of my word.”

His hands shift to my hips and I wrap my arms around his shoulders, drawing him in closer. He rests his forehead against mine and we just stand there for a moment, both of us breathing fast and deep.

“We’re really doing this,” I say breathlessly as I stare into his eyes, dark blue eyes that hold so much depth, so much hunger.

“We’re really doing this, sweetheart. And I will have you in my bed but first . . .” He tilts his chin and kisses me again. This time there is a new intensity. A renewed hunger surges through me and I don’t waste any time in running my fingers through his hair, something I’ve been waiting to do forever.

He trails his tongue down my neck, gently biting the skin at the juncture of my neck and collarbone, drawing a moan from my mouth. Distracted by what his mouth is doing, I don’t notice his hands undoing my towel, the fluffy cotton dropping to pool at my feet, my naked body now bared to him. He stops what he’s doing to look down at me, taking in everything God gave me.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he rasps before busying his face in my neck again. One hand pulls my arm down and out, our fingers interlocking against the wall. His other hand drifts down to curve around one of my breasts, his thumb dragging across my hard nipple, earning a low moan from me.

“Jesus, that’s hot,” he murmurs. Then his mouth is there and his tongue is toying with my silver barbell, sending waves of lust straight down to my girl bits.

“Feels so good,” I groan as my hand tightens against his head and holds him there, letting him know that I’m
really
liking what he’s doing.

“Will you ever stop surprising me?” he whispers, talking to himself, because I can’t answer for him. My mind is too scattered, unable to focus on anything other than his fingers running down my stomach and slowly trailing down between my legs. One finger circles my clit before inching down and stroking around my entrance before he grates his teeth over my nipple and pushes that lone finger inside of me.

My entire body sags against his. I wrap my free arm around his broad shoulders and hold on for dear life as he adds first a second finger, then a third, so tight, so full, so fucking amazing. My hips grow a mind of their own and soon I’m grinding against his fingers, the palm of his hand running over my throbbing clit with every thrust we make. He switches his mouth to my other nipple, and I feel the familiar tightening deep inside of me and I know it’s coming. I know I will be coming very . . . very . . .

“Noah, kiss me. Kiss me now,” I moan, and the moment his tongue touches mine, my entire body shakes as I climax, screaming loudly into his mouth and riding wave after wave of my orgasm.

Wow.

“You . . . that . . . um . . . wow,” I spit out as I struggle to recover any sense of coherency.

He slowly removes his fingers, bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean, a mischievous gleam in his eye telling me that he is in no way finished with me yet.

“You’re fucking amazing when you come. Now I’m going to want to do that all the time.”

“I’m totally on board with that if you think you’re the man for the job.” I grin, and stifle a laugh as he growls at me—literally growls—before reaching down, ripping the towel from around his waist then grabbing my hips and lifting me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his back. Any lingering reluctance I may have had about us disappears the moment he rocks his hips gently against mine, his length running right over the sweet spot. Our eyes lock together and he looks down at me, eyes full of heat.
Truly fucking beautiful, and he wants me.

“Where are we going?” I’m still struggling to catch my breath. One hard and fast orgasm and I’m mush.

He smiles at me, placing a hard closed-mouth kiss on my lips. “I told you I wanted you in my bed and I meant it. Now that I’ve tasted you, I need to
really
taste you.”

“Can I touch you too?” I ask, noticing that he’s still hard as fucking stone between my legs.

“Fucking counting on it, sweetheart.”

“Home”

Noah

I take the stairs as fast as I can, multi-tasking at the same time as I try to kiss every inch of Zoe’s skin I can reach. That steel barbell rubs against my chest and I swear my cock gets harder than I thought humanly possible—well as much as possible while being able to stay standing. I can feel her pussy wet against my shaft. It would be so damn easy to dip my hips and slide right on home, but she’s not just a tap ‘n’ gap. She’s someone I want to round all three plates with before getting the home run. I want her squirming and screaming and everything in between before I start all over again. I need her to feel what I’m feeling, and know deep in her fucking bones that I’m giving her more of me than I've given to anyone else.

When I saw her in the hallway, I was done for. Her wide-eyed expression and bitten lip paired with that adorable uncertainty I know she’s been struggling with had me wanting to sweep her up into my arms there and then. I needed to make sure she was on the same page as me. I’m still not sure whether this is a one-night thing for her, or even a one-moment thing, but I’d give anything to prove myself to her.

Who would’ve thought I’d meet someone who makes me want so much and so soon after ending things with Nikki, the one who I
thought
I’d end up with.

Striding into my bedroom, I gently ease Zoe back down onto her feet, growling when she presses her pelvis against mine and drags that eager pussy of hers down every inch of my cock.

I spin her around, conscious of the fact I seem to be making a habit of manhandling. When one of my hands tilts her head to the side to give me access to her neck, and the other snakes around her hips and gently eases between her legs, I feel her answering moan straight in my dick and I know—hell I can
feel
—just how much she wants this. My fingers are drenched in her slick heat and I grind myself against her ass, knowing that if I keep this up, it’ll be over before it’s even gotten to the fun stuff.

“I need to see you on my sheets, Zo.”

She pulls my hand out from between her legs and lifts it up, greedily sucking my soaked fingers into her mouth, rolling her tongue around them exactly how I want her to do to my cock.

Then like a fucking mind reader, she turns toward me, and smiles. “I like your bed, Taylor. It’s very
high.
It is full of
possibilities.”
Stepping backward, she gets up and lies upside down on the bed, inching her body lower so her head drops off the end of the mattress. Then she pins me in place with the hottest ‘come fuck me’ eyes I have ever seen in my life. She beckons me to come closer, then before I can stop her—not that I fucking would—she wraps one hand around the base of my cock, and runs the other around my hip to grip my ass then pulls me forward until her tongue grazes my swollen tip. “Fuuuuuck.”