“Good.” He tilted his head and then I watched as a wicked gleam flickered in his eyes. “Do you trust me?”
His focus was all on me now—sharp, hungry, deliberate.
“Absolutely.”
“Good.” Noah’s hands slid up my thighs as he moved closer, his touch warm through the thin fabric of my shorts. “Because you and I have some unfinished business,” he murmured, his voice low, rough.
Before I could answer, he leaned in and devoured my mouth—slow at first, then deeper, like he was savoring every second. And this kiss, it left me dizzy with want.
When he finally pulled back, his eyes searched mine again, like he needed to be sure I was right there with him.
I was.
He slid my shorts down my legs. Heady from his knuckles grazing my skin, I shifted. My pulse quickened as he gently urged my legs apart.
“Let me take care of you,” he whispered.
My breath hitched, and I nodded, unable to form words.
Noah kissed his way down my body, slow and deliberate, pausing to sprinkle kisses around my belly button, and then my hip bones.
Then lower.
His hands gripped my thighs, spreading them wider, holding them open, at first just staring at me. “So damn pretty.” And then his mouth found me.
“Oh…” That’s as far as I got because the first touch of his tongue was too much and not enough at the same time. Soft. Teasing. Unhurried.
Then one long slow stroke made my hips jerk.
“Noahhhhh….”
He hummed against me, as if he was already satisfied by my response. But then he did it again. And again. Each time more focused, more purposeful.
My fingers tightened in his hair, and I garbled out a sound of something that could only be described as needy desperation.
Because I was.
Needy.
And desperate.
Noah’s grip on my thighs tightened, holding me exactly where he wanted me, anchoring me as his tongue moved in slow, devastating circles.
And that’s when I felt it.
Outside the bedroom, I couldn’t let myself be controlled.
But here—right here—I was more than willing to let him take over.
To let him ruin me in the best possible way.
He alternated pressure and pace, coaxing me closer, reading every shift of my body, every breathless moan, every arch of my hips like a man fully in charge. He was all in to undo me.
The heat built fast, tightening, spiraling until my whole body trembled.
When I shattered, I clung to him, gasping his name, my entire world narrowing to the pleasure he’d so thoroughly, so completely, given me.
And when Noah kissed his way back up my body, I felt him trembling too, his breathing as ragged as mine. He cupped my cheek, smiling as his forehead rested against mine.
