"Y-yes," I breathed, nervous anticipation flowing through me.

His fingers twitched at his sides, his lips parting. I wanted those lips on me. On my skin. Sucking and kissing and licking.

"You want to know how I get my muse talking?" he murmured, dark and low in his chest.

I could see the bulge in his pants twitch, beginning to fill out. I felt the sudden urge to reach down and touch it, to unzip those jeans and pull out his stiff cock. I wanted to wrap my hand around it and feel the heat of it against my skin.

I lifted my eyes to meet his. The burning desire I saw in his gaze was no doubt reflected in my own.

I knew exactly what Noah Hart was going to do next. Shivers wracked my body, nerves and excitement and arousal clashing together, making me tremble.

"Show me," I whispered.

His eyes flashed with a dark heat as he crushed his lips to mine.

Although I'd been expecting it, the kiss still caught me by surprise. Noah's lips were firm and insistent. His tongue immediately flicked at the seam of my lips, demanding entrance. I opened for him and he slipped inside, stroking his tongue against mine.

I molded my body against his, moaning into his mouth as the shock dissipated. He growled and fisted my hair in his hand, angling my head back to take more of his kiss. Our tongues tangled together, slick and hot.

The taste of him, the smell of him, tough leather and spice, made me dizzy and lightheaded. I clutched his shoulders to keep myself balanced. He placed his hands on my hips, pulling me until I was practically in his lap. His fingers burned my skin even through the fabric of my dress.

He sucked on my bottom lip. My brain fogged over at the thought of him sucking other parts of me. My back arched, my breasts pressing against his front. Shivers ran through me as my stiff nipples found delicious friction.

With one smooth motion he gripped my thighs, forcing one leg over his lap until I was straddling him on the piano bench. My dress rode up to my waist. I let out an embarrassing squeak as I found myself pressed against the front of his jeans.

His cock felt impossibly hard, even through the fabric of my cotton panties. Panties that were quickly becoming damp with arousal. I could feel the outline of his cock straining against his zipper.

I remembered my earlier desire to touch him and placed my hand against that bulge. I explored the shape of him through his jeans. He let out a groan. I flushed with pleasure. I made him that hard. I made him desire me that much.

He shifted his grip on my hips until he had one hand free. He reached under my sundress, sliding his hand up the soft skin of my inner thigh. My whole body shook with anticipation. He reached the apex and pressed a thumb against my clit. I let out a sharp whimper as pleasure shot through me.

He slipped a hand underneath the elastic of my panties. My stomach muscles clenched. He dragged two fingers between my folds. I bit my lip to suppress a moan, my every limb trembling.

"Your pussy is soaking wet already," he murmured against my lips. "You want this bad, don't you?"

I inhaled a sharp breath and gave him a nod.

"Tell me what you want," he demanded.

"I-" My breathing was almost too shaky to speak.

"I'm not going to give it to you unless you tell me exactly what you want."

"Please," I said, trembling. "Inside me."

He thrust one finger into me, his callused skin almost rough. I moaned, my head tipping back as my eyes closed shut.

"Look at me."

I lifted my head, struggling to keep my eyes open. He slowly pumped that finger in and out, keeping his gaze locked on me.

"I want you looking at me when you come on my hand."

I moaned as Noah added a second finger. I couldn't believe this was even happening. Although it had only been a two weeks since I'd run into him in the piano room, it felt like I'd been waiting my whole life for Noah Hart to put his hands on me. In me.

Now I was finally getting what I wanted. It was glorious and terrifying and overwhelming. It was almost too much to take, and yet I wanted more.

I shuddered and clutched at his shoulders even tighter. My thighs squeezed his hips in an unconscious, rhythmic motion. He moved inside me faster and faster, sending me spiraling upwards.

"Close, aren't you?"

I could only whimper and squirm on his lap.

"Come for me," he ordered. "Come while I fuck you with my fingers."

I struggled to take in enough air into my lungs as he increased the speed and force. I rocked my hips against his hand, trying to get friction where I needed it.

He pressed his thumb to my clit, rubbing in small circles. I let out a muffled shriek, my eyes squeezing shut against my will. Pleasure exploded outwards, singing through my every vein. It coursed through me, wave after wave of it. He continued playing with me throughout, sending shockwaves up and down my spine.

When the pleasure finally subsided I slumped against his chest, breathing heavily. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. One hand stroked my hair.

"Did you come?" he murmured in my ear.

I nodded weakly.

"Good girl." He fisted my hair and pulled my head back, forcing me to meet his eyes. "But you didn't look at me like I told you to."

My breathing became shallow at the intensity of that look.

"What do you think happens to naughty girls who don't obey?"

I let out a shaky, nervous laugh. "Are you going to punish me?"

His gaze burned brighter. "Would you like that?"

Yes. I would. I wanted everything and anything this man chose to give me.

Biting my lip, I nodded silently.

His eyes flashed with a dark heat.

"Follow me."

Chapter Nine.

I tugged the hem of my dress down my hips and pulled my panties back into place as I climbed off Noah's lap. My limbs were still trembling. Noah stood and pulled me against his side, guiding me through the living room and down a hallway.

My mind was still in a daze, still clouded over with lingering arousal.

Noah Fucking Hart had fingered me in his living room.

The thought made me clench around nothing. I mourned the loss of his strong, rough-skinned fingers inside me. The thought of being filled with something even bigger, even harder, threatened to make my knees fall out from under me.

The sexual tension had been simmering between us from the very beginning. I should have known eventually things would lead to this point. All my resolve to keep things professional went out the window the moment he laid his hands on me.

And now Noah was taking me deep into his apartment, down a dark hallway, to a room with a closed door, where he was going to punish me.

My insides quivered, not knowing whether to be scared or aroused, or both.

"Is this the part where you take me to your secret BDSM dungeon?" I said playfully, trying to ease the heavy silence.

Noah shot me a look. "Are you so eager to get flogged and whipped? Because I'd love to turn those sweet ass cheeks of yours bright red."

I flushed and stammered. I should have known better than to try play games with him.

He stroked a hand down my back and cupped my ass. "No. I'm not into that shit."

"Then what-"

"Naughty girls don't get to ask about their punishment. They just take it."

My breathing went shallow, still aroused despite having just been brought to orgasm by Noah's talented fingers.

He opened a door and pulled me inside.

It was a bedroom. I was surprised at how mundane it looked. No BDSM playroom. There was a king sized bed with a navy bedspread, a chest of drawers, and a tall mirror hanging on one wall. The kind of austerity I expected from Noah. Very different from the coziness of his living room.

"This is it?" I asked.

"You sound disappointed."

"I thought you were going to punish me." I threw him a bold look. "I've been naughty, haven't I?"

Noah advanced slowly, a dark smirk on his lips. "Are you doubting whether I can make you beg without any cliched toys?"

I took small steps backwards until my legs hit the bed. "Is that what you're planning on doing? Making me beg for mercy?"

Noah kept walking forward, until he was inches away from me. "You're not going to beg for mercy."

He was too close. I lost my balance and tumbled backwards onto the bed.

"What exactly am I going to be begging for, then?"

Noah crawled on top of me, pressing down with his full weight. I felt his hardness against my stomach. My heart began beating faster.

"You're going to beg me to fuck you. You're going to beg for my cock. I'm going to make you wait until you're wet and aching and dying for me to fuck you."

I shuddered beneath him, my panties already soaked at those words.

"And it's only when you beg for me that I'm going to bury myself inside that tight cunt of yours." His eyes flashed, dark and wicked. "And I'm only going to let you come if you're impaled on my cock."

I nearly whimpered as heat flooded my entire body. I wanted him to fuck me, needed him to fuck me. I was already throbbing and aching inside.

But I wasn't going to let him know how much he was getting to me.

"You want to hear me beg? You want to hear me scream and moan and cry out for you?" I pretended to scoff, even though my thighs were sticky and wet. "Not gonna happen."

His eyes narrowed. "You sure you want to test me?"

No. I wasn't sure.

"Go on, Noah Fucking Hart," I said, challenging him anyway. "Just try and make me beg."

That evil smirk returned. "You're going to regret those words."

My heart pumped wildly in my chest as Noah crawled down my body. As he slid down, his hands slid up, bringing the hem of my dress to my waist, over my breasts, and up over my head.

Deft fingers unclasped my bra and shoved it aside. Noah tweaked both my nipples with a thumb and forefinger, plucking at them until they were bright pink and plump. He mouthed up my stomach with sucking kisses until he reached my chest.

"Your tits are so hot," he murmured against my skin. "Been thinking about sucking them all day."

He did just that, sucking one nipple into his mouth with a hot, wet suction. I moaned and squirmed, arching my back to push my breasts further into his hands and mouth. He moved from one nipple to the other, sucking and licking and biting down lightly.

The sensation had a direct line from my breasts to my very core. I found myself getting wetter with every swipe of his tongue, with every nip of his teeth. He hadn't done anything except play with my nipples and I was already close to begging him to fuck me.

I regretted having challenged him. I had no doubt he was going to tease me until I was nearly insane with desire, like he promised.

"Have you had enough?" Noah asked.

I feigned a yawn. "I'm just lying here as you grope me. You're going to have to work harder than that if you want me to beg."

But the trembling in my limbs and the madly beating rhythm of my heart was too obvious.

He kissed his way down my stomach to the top of my thighs. My skin burned wherever his lips touched me; my ribcage, my bellybutton, the hollow of my hips.

Removing his hands from my breasts, he drew my panties down, throwing them to the floor. He spread my legs open, baring me to his gaze. I flushed at the fire in his eyes as he stared at me, feeling self-conscious despite my arousal.

"You've been a naughty girl. You lied to me. You're soaked again, just from me playing with your tits." Noah ran his fingertips up my inner thighs, stopping inches shy of where I wanted him. "I'll have to add to your punishment."

My heart stuttered as he blew warm, wet breath over my very center. My stomach clenched as he placed a soft, biting kiss on my inner thigh. I had to stifle a groan as he flicked his tongue out to lightly tap at my clit. Then he did it all over again until I was a panting, squirming mess.