I continued to breathe in and out slowly. I didn't want to let him know I was upset. "Misspoke about what?"
He stared at me for long moments. He brought a hand to my cheek, brushing my bottom lip with his thumb.
"I don't want you thinking I only have sex with you so I can write music."
My heart swelled, the ache in my chest easing. I gave him a soft smile. "Noah…"
His other handed wandered to the swell of my ass. "I have sex with you because you're hot as hell."
I choked out a snort of disbelief. He removed his hands, turning serious again.
"It's like I said before. You're talented. I—" he paused, looking almost embarrassed. He met my eyes. "I need you."
He said the words so softly I almost didn't catch them. When they finally registered, relief and elation filled my chest.
I knew how hard it was for Noah to rely on people. Even harder for him to admit it out loud. I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
"I'll help you in any way I can."
"Any way?"
I pulled back to find his eyes were dark and heated. My inner muscles pulsed and throbbed.
"You want to get out of here?" I asked.
"Fuck yes."
