Fair point. "I suppose that explains some of your sad lyrics."
"They're notsad." He looked almost insulted. "They're sorrowful. Melancholy. Tragic."
"That's why you're the poet."
"It's not like all my lyrics are bleak. I write other stuff."
"I know. Fiery passion, wistful longing, painful heartbreak. You've got a gift for emotional range. Which is ironic."
"Ironic how?"
"The only emotions you ever show are irritation and impatience."
"I show more emotions than that."
"Like what?"
A dark smirk appeared on his face. "Deviant lust."
I let out a nervous laugh, until I saw the look in his eyes. They were half-mocking, but there was something deeper there. The pupils of his eyes had dilated, turning his dark eyes almost black.
His eyes flicked to my lips. I parted them without thinking.
Was he was going to kiss me?
My stomach quivered, all my inner muscles clenching, throbbing.
I wanted him to kiss me.
I wanted him to do more than kiss me.
A shiver ran through me. Without thinking, I placed my hand on his leg. He stared at me, unmoving.
I pulled back and ducked my head, embarrassed. Why had I touched him like that? I must have misread all the signs. He was probably just teasing. He probably thought I was an infatuated fangirl.
I cleared my throat and brought my hands to my lap. I had to bring this back around to business.
"Now that we know a little bit more about each other, why don't you tell me about your usual process?" I fought to keep my voice from shaking. "What do you do to get your muse talking?"
Noah's eyes flared with heat as they held my gaze. I found myself wetting my lips unconsciously. His eyes narrowed as they focused on my mouth.
"Surely you don't just sit down with a pen and paper, waiting for inspiration to strike?" I asked, now filled with nerves.
His gaze fell to my chest, that heat turning scorching hot. My nipples peaked, turning hard underneath my shirt from arousal.
"You want to know my process?"
"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 length. 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.
