“No.” Grabbing his face so he would be still and look at me, I repeated, “Take me home, Noah.”
“Oh.” Recognition dawned on his face, his eyes going wide. “Wait.”
“I’m done wasting time.”
“But—”
“I surrender.”
He blew out a breath. “Are you sure?”
“Absolutely.”
It was now or never. Otherwise, it was possible I’d lose my nerve, and it might never happen.
The security system was newly installed, and I typed in the code to turn it off after we went inside. Noah stood awkwardly in my living room, so I took off my coat and hung it in the front closet.
“Drink?” I offered, suddenly unsure of what to do.
He nodded, so I went into the kitchen to get a bottle of wine.
“Sorry, I don't have bourbon.”
“You’ve already figured out what drink I prefer?”
He followed me, standing entirely too close, and I saw my hand shake slightly as I pulled out the cork. “Yes.”
Reaching for the wine glasses, I got two down and felt the way he watched my every move.
Trying to infuse enthusiasm into my voice when it wanted to shatter, I said, “Here you go.”
He took the glass but didn't drink, just stood watching me.
My neck prickled with awareness. “At least take off your coat, Noah. You wearing it indoors makes me feel like you’re about to bolt.”
Setting the glass down, he stripped off his coat and his suit jacket. He’d worn a blazer over a long-sleeved Henley, and the casual look suited him.
Now I wanted to see what he looked like without any of it on.
Quickly drinking about half of my wine, I watched him as I kicked out of my shoes. My pants were still damp from theice when I shimmied them off and reached for the hem of my sweater. Once it was gone, I was left in a cami, underwear, and uncertainty.
When he didn't make a move, I hesitated. “I need you to help me out here.”
“You’re doing just fine,” he said hoarsely.
Biting my bottom lip, I moved closer to him and tugged off his shirt. His torso moved rapidly up and down as he breathed heavily, and I saw his bare chest for the first time. Running my fingers through the hairs over his pecs, I looked up at him.
His gaze was fierce as he stepped out of his loafers and unfastened his pants, leaving them on as he gathered me against him.
“My bedroom is—”
“Shh.”
Noah held me, not moving, not speaking. At first, it felt weird, but then I sank into him as I relaxed. Of course, he was anything but relaxed. His muscles were rigid, his cock waiting for me to do something.
“I almost slept with a coworker in the on-call room once,” I blurted.
His back stiffened under my hands.
