Just hearing my name in that deep voice makes my pulse jump.
He reaches out slowly, one large hand settling against my thigh.
Warm.
Steady.
Grounding.
“You’re shaking,” he murmurs.
“I’m not,” I lie immediately.
The corner of his mouth curves slightly.
“Bit nervous?”
“Maybe.”
He leans forward then, closing the space between us in a single decisive movement that steals the breath right out of my lungs.
His mouth captures mine again, deeper this time.
More certain.
Like the hesitation between us just snapped.
The kiss sends heat rushing through me, bright and dizzying.Then his hand slides down my chest, pausing briefly on my breast.Noah traces and slides his hot palm over my nipple and I arch into him, needing more.
He doesn’t give it—not yet.The tease.
He nips my lip between his teeth, eyes on mine as his hand moves to my hip, my inner thigh—I gasp softly against his lips.
He doesn’t rush.
But he doesn’t hesitate either.
Every movement feels deliberate, confident in a way that makes my heart race faster.
Like he knows exactly what he’s doing.
And exactly what I need.
My fingers curl into his shirt as the moment builds.His fingers are circling the sensitive skin around my sex.
Next, he’s tracing my trimmed curls, around and around, the tension between us growing thicker with every second.
The weight of his body shifts as he lifts to the side, moving his hand higher and higher.
“You need something, Love?Need me here,” he whispers, and one finger coasts along my seam.
I gasp.My body arches as much as it can.
Because the answer isyes.
I need something.I need him.Right there.
“Please,” I beg and I don’t even care.
