What He Needs (What He Wants, Book Four) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) (4 page)

“Yes, sir,” I said.

“Good girl.”
 
His hand reached out and rubbed my ass, his thumbs hooking
the sides of my thong and pulling it down, stopping when it was right under my
cheeks.
 
“Turn around,” he
commanded.

I did as I was told.
 

I stood there with my skirt pushed up
around my hips, the back of my panties pulled down, exposing my ass and pussy
to him.
 
“Hold your skirt up for
me, Charlotte,” Noah said.
 
“Show
me that hot body.”

I held my skirt up and he circled around
me in the middle of the kitchen.
 
He unbuttoned his shirt as he walked, one button, two, three, revealing
his gorgeous body to me as I stood there on display for him.
 
He threw his shirt onto the floor,
standing there in just his pants, looking strong, in control, his eyes burning
with betrayal and disappointment.

Then he moved toward me, wrapping his
arms around my waist and pulling me toward him, his mouth crushing against
mine, his kiss taking me, consuming me as his tongue moved past my lips.
 
He tasted like mint and whiskey and
danger, and it was a heady combination that made me moan.

He pulled back, looking at me, running
his finger down over my lips.
 
“You
are so beautiful,” he rasped.
 
“You
are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life.
 
Which is why it makes me so
disappointed when I think you don’t trust me.
 
Do you understand?”

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

He pulled his body back away from me, and
I almost cried out, that’s how awful it felt to be away from him.

“Take your shirt off, Charlotte,” he
said.
 

I reached down and grabbed my sweater,
pulling it off and throwing it onto the floor.

“Pull your bra down so I can see your
tits.”

His eyes never left mine as I pulled the
straps down and then grasped the cups, pulling them down until my nipples were
sticking straight out, hard and exposed.

He reached out and grabbed a nipple in
each hand, stroking them gently, applying more and more pressure until finally
he squeezed.
 
I cried out.

“Look at me,” he demanded.
 

It was hard to keep my eyes on his.
 
The intensity of the electricity that
sparked between us was almost too much to bear.
 
I’d never felt anything like it before, had never even
thought I could experience something so overwhelming.
 
I ached for him to be near me, for me to be able to get
close to him on every level – emotionally, physically,
spiritually
.
 
And when I looked into his eyes, it was
like a shock
wave,
taking me to a place where I feel
that need so viscerally I almost couldn’t take it.

Noah kissed my neck, moving down over my
cleavage, taking a nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the peak
and making me dizzy.
 
He slid down
lower, his mouth moving over my stomach.

A flush of embarrassment pinked my cheeks
– I was self-conscious about my stomach, had always felt like it should
be tighter, flatter, smoother.
 
Noah’s body was perfect, cut out of stone, every muscle defined and
chiseled.
 
That someone so
beautiful was going to see all my flaws made me feel vulnerable.

I tried to push him away, but he held me
close, kneeling down and kissing my stomach, his tongue sliding down until he
reached the top of my skirt.
 
“You
are beautiful,” he said.
 
“I love
everything about your body.”

He unhooked my skirt, pulled it over my
legs and down to my feet until I stepped out of it.

Then his mouth was on my thighs, pushing
the folds of my pussy open, licking my slit until he reached my clit, his
tongue swirling around it.
 
The
whole time, our eyes were locked on each other.

Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore.

I closed my eyes and threw my head back,
waiting for the sweet release of my orgasm.
 
But Noah wasn’t going to let me off that easy.

Instead, he stood up, leaving me standing
there with my breasts out and my panties pulled down just over my pussy.
 

He stepped back and looked at me, the
sides of his mouth twitching up into a wicked little grin.
 
It was the grin of a man who knew he
was in control and was enjoying every single second of it.
 

“Turn around, Charlotte,” he
commanded.
 
I turned around, and he
pushed me down onto the counter again, my cheek hitting the cool marble.
 
His hand slid down my back, slowly and
deliberately.
 
My whole body broke
out into goose bumps.

When he got to my ass, he slapped it.

“Do you trust me, Charlotte?” he asked.

I thought about it a beat too long,
causing him to spank me again.

“Obviously you don’t,” he said, his palm
smacking my backside.
 
“I thought
we went over this at the club.
 
I
thought you understood that your trust is required if you and I are going to be
in a relationship.”

I wasn’t sure what kind of relationship
he was talking about, but I loved that he was talking about us as if we were a
couple, a package, two people who wanted to be together.
 

He hit me again.
 
This slap was harder, his intent clear
--- I needed to submit to him, and in order to do that completely, I had to
trust him.
 
Anything less was
unacceptable.

He spanked me again, harder still, and I
cried out.
 
The pain was sharp, but
it was only serving to make me more turned on.
 
It was like the pain was playing off my sexual pleasure,
each one intensifying the other, swirling together to create a scorching heat
that pulsed through my body.

He spanked me harder, moving from one
cheek to the other, his palm smacking me so hard I was sure he was going to
leave marks.
 
The thought of him
branding me only served to make me wetter.

“Please,” I said.
 
“I’m sorry. I want to submit to you, I
want to trust you.”

He stopped the assault on my ass, and I
heard the sound of his buckle being undone, the whoosh as he pulled his belt
off.
 
My breath caught in my throat
as he slid the leather strap over the back of my thighs.
 
I was afraid he was going to whip me
with it, but he dropped it onto the ground, and a second later I felt his cock
against my ass.

“Open your legs, Charlotte,” he
said.
 
I did.
 
“Good girl.
 
Now stick your ass in the air.”

I arched my back and stood up on my high
heels, spreading my legs more so he could have full access to my pussy.

His cock slid against my slit, and I
moaned.

“No,” he said, slapping my ass again.

I quieted.

He stayed there for a long moment, his
dick against me, teasing me.

“Do you trust me, Charlotte?” he asked
again.

“Yes,” I said.

Smack.

“Tell me.”

“I trust you.”

He slid inside of me, slow and deep,
filling me in the most exquisite way.
 
He began moving inside of me, fucking me, faster and harder until he was
pounding away at me.
 
I hung onto
the side of the breakfast bar as he fucked me, my nipples brushing against the
hard marble.

His dick was rock hard, stretching me out
as he pumped in and out.

He went faster until I was about to come,
and then slowed down, pulling me up toward him until I was standing, our bodies
pressed together.
 
“Charlotte,” he
breathed.
 
“Look at me.”

I opened my eyes and said the words I
knew he wanted to hear.
 
“I trust
you, Noah,” I said.

“Again.”

“I trust you.”

The words seemed to excite him, but not
in a frantic way.
 
Now the way he
was moving inside of me was more sensual, more controlled.
 

“I trust you,” I said again, and his
mouth was against mine as he hands grabbed at my hair, holding me tight as our
tongues danced against each other. We kissed as he continued fucking me, moving
so slowly inside of me that at times he was barely moving.

Every time his cock slid in and out, I
could feel it against my clit, and it sent waves of intense pleasure pulsating
through my body.

Finally, he broke away from the kiss.

“Come on me,” he whispered, and the sound
of his voice, the want, the need that was there was enough to push me over the
edge.
 
I came on him, and a second
later, I felt him shoot inside of me, filling me up while I orgasmed.

I collapsed onto the counter, spent, and
he laid his body on top of me, strong and warm and safe.
 
After a moment, he picked me up in his
arms and began carrying me into the bedroom.

“Noah!” I protested, burying my face in
his neck. “We can’t go back to bed.”

“Why not?”

“It’s the middle of the day.”

He set me down carefully on the bed,
brushed my hair away from my face and kissed my lips.
 
“I don’t care.”

We climbed under the covers and he
wrapped his arms around me, making me feel safe and protected.
 
I couldn’t understand how anyone could
think this man was capable of murder.
 
When I was with him, I felt like nothing could hurt me – that not
only would he never harm me,
but
he would protect me
from anything that might cause me pain.

We lay there for a moment, him holding
me, his hands tracing a line from my shoulder down my arm, and back up, over
and over again until I started to feel drowsy.
 
I closed my eyes and after a while felt sleep starting to
pull me under.

“I’m sorry,”
Noah
said, his voice pulling me back awake.

“What?”

“I’m sorry.” He reached out and took my
hand in his, intertwining our fingers.

“For what?”
 
I asked.

“For not listening to you.”

“Not listening to me about what?”

There was a rustling of sheets, and Noah
propped himself up on his arm, looking down at me.
 
“Look at me,” he said.

I turned so I was lying on my side and
gazed up at him.

He looked down at me, slid his other hand
under the sheets and across my stomach, wrapped it around my waist and stroked
my hip.
 
Just his touch was enough
to get me hot again, and I took a deep breath and tried to slow my heart
rate.
 
We were about to have what
sounded like a real conversation, and I wasn’t going to let my stupid hormones
get in the way of that.

“You said you wanted to get closer to me,
you said you didn’t want this to just be about sex.
 
And I made it all about me.
 
I took you to that club.”

“No, it was… I mean
,
I liked going to that club.”

He shook his head, the tips of his
fingers still grazing my
hip bone
, moving in a soft,
slow, circle.
 
“I’m glad.
  
But I want to make sure your
needs are being met, too, Charlotte.
 
You need to trust me because you know I have your best interests in
mind, that I would never hurt you.
 
And part of that is me doing things to make you happy.”

“I’m happy.
 
I mean
,
I’ve been happy being with
you.
 
But I want… I want to get to
know you,” I said.
 
“I feel so close
to you when we’re… when we’re doing that kind of sex stuff, and I want to keep
doing it, but I want to know you better, too.”

He nodded, his grip on my hip
tightening.
 
“It’s extremely
difficult for me.”

“And it’s extremely difficult for me to
trust you enough to let you do the things you’ve been doing to me.”

I saw a flicker of displeasure cross his
face, and I could tell he didn’t like me saying I didn’t trust him.
 
I remembered how he made me say I trust
him while he was fucking me, how it excited him.

“Why is it so hard for you?” I asked
gently.

He took a deep breath and his jaw
clenched.
 
“Everyone I’ve ever let
in has left.”