Under His Billionaire Roof novel Chapter 16

Don't you dare stop.

The words hung in the air between them. Final. Irreversible.

Noah's eyes darkened. His hand tightened on her hip. "You're sure?"

"I've never been more sure of anything."

He kissed her. Hard and deep and claiming. His hands slid down her sides, memorizing every curve. Every dip. Like he was trying to learn her by touch alone.

She arched into him, wanting more. Wanting everything.

He pulled back, breathing hard. "I need to ask you something first."

"Okay."

"How much experience do you have?" His voice was gentle. Careful. "I need to know so I don't hurt you."

Heat flooded her face. She looked away. "Not much."

"Leighton. Look at me."

She did. His expression was soft. No judgment. Just concern.

"A couple times," she admitted. "In college. It wasn't... it was awkward. Fast. Not good." She bit her lip. "Nothing like this."

Something protective flashed across his face. His jaw tightened. "Okay. Then we take this slow. You tell me if anything doesn't feel right. If you want me to stop. If it hurts. Anything."

"I'm not going to want you to stop."

"Promise me anyway."

"I promise."

He kissed her forehead. Her cheek. The corner of her mouth. Soft kisses that made her chest ache.

"I'm going to take care of you," he whispered against her lips. "I promise."

Then his mouth was on hers again. Slower this time. Deeper. His hands moved with purpose, learning what made her gasp. What made her moan.

She clutched at his shoulders, pulling him closer. Wanting to feel every inch of him against her.

He kissed down her neck. Her collarbone. The valley between her breasts. His hands were everywhere, building heat that made her skin feel too tight.

"Noah," she breathed. "Please."

"Patience." His voice was rough. Strained. "I want to do this right."

"You are doing it right."

"Not yet."

His hand slid between her thighs. She tensed for a second, then relaxed as his fingers found her. Gentle touches that sent sparks racing through her body.

He watched her face. Reading every reaction. Adjusting his touch based on what made her breath catch. What made her hips lift toward him.

"Tell me what you like," he said.

"I don't... I don't know. No one ever asked before."

His expression darkened. "Then we're going to figure it out together."

He kissed her while his hand worked magic. Building pleasure slow and steady. When he slid one finger inside her, she gasped against his mouth.

"Okay?" he asked.

"Yes. God, yes."

He moved carefully. Adding another finger. Curling them just right. His thumb found that spot that made her see stars.

The pressure built. Higher and higher. Her thighs shook. Her breathing turned ragged.

"That's it," he murmured. "Let go."

She did. Pleasure crashed over her in waves. She cried out, fingers digging into his shoulders.

He worked her through it. Gentle touches as she came down. When she could breathe again, she opened her eyes.

He was watching her with an intensity that stole her breath all over again.

"Beautiful," he said. "You're so fucking beautiful when you come."

"Noah..."

"We can stop here if you want. You don't have to..."

"Don't you dare." She reached for him. "I want all of you."

He groaned. Reached for the nightstand. Pulled out a condom.

She watched him tear it open. Watched him roll it on. The reality of what was about to happen hit her. Not scary. Just... big. Important.

He settled between her legs. The weight of him felt right. Perfect.

"Last chance," he said.

"If you say that one more time, I'm going to hurt you."

He smiled. Actually smiled. "Noted."

Then his expression turned serious. "This might hurt at first. Tell me if it's too much."

"Okay."

He kissed her. Slow and deep. While he was kissing her, she felt him press against her entrance.

He pressed forward slow. Just the tip at first. She felt the stretch, sharp and new, a burn that made her suck in a breath.

Noah froze. His forehead dropped to hers. "Talk to me."

"It's okay," she whispered. "Keep going."

He moved again, deeper this time, inch by inch. His arms shook from holding himself back. Sweat slicked his skin. She could feel it where their chests pressed together.

When he was halfway in, the burn eased into something fuller. Hotter. She let out a shaky breath and lifted her hips to meet him.

He groaned low. Slid the rest of the way in until he was buried completely. They both stilled. Breathing hard. Adjusting.

"So tight," he muttered against her neck. "You feel so good."

She clenched around him without meaning to. He hissed. His hips jerked once.

"Sorry," she gasped.

"Don't be." He kissed her jaw. Her throat. "Just... give me a second."

She nodded. Ran her hands down his back, feeling the muscles tense under her fingers. The heat of his skin. The slight tremble in his shoulders.

After a moment, he pulled back slow. Almost all the way out. Then pushed in again. Gentle. Careful.

The slide felt incredible. Friction in all the right places. She moaned soft, legs wrapping tighter around his waist.

He found a rhythm. Slow, deep thrusts that made her toes curl. Each one dragged against spots inside her that lit her up. His breath was hot on her neck. Little grunts escaped him every time he bottomed out.

She met him thrust for thrust. Hands gripping his shoulders. Nails leaving half-moon marks.

"Faster," she begged.

He picked up speed. Not rough, but steady. Harder. The bed creaked under them. Skin slapped soft against skin.

His hand slipped between their bodies. Thumb finding her clit again. Circling firm and fast.

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