I scoff. “Even a fool wouldn’t walk away from you willingly.”
Noelle is beautiful, yeah, but it’s more than that. Her smile lights up a room, and her presence is magnetic. She’s selfless, and it’s clear that she always puts others first. Plenty of guys would take advantage of that, but no one would give her up unless she walked away.
Her breath catches, a faint flush blooming across her cheeks before she squares her shoulders and says, “He cheated on me with his yoga instructor. I’m not sure if it was the first time, but I made certain it was the last.”
On impulse, I cover her hand with mine, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Good on you, Sunshine. If he couldn’t see what was right in front of him, then he didn’t deserve you.” The man is damn lucky he’s not around because I wouldn’t hesitate to teach him a lesson he’d never forget for hurting her.
Noelle throws her head back and laughs, the melodic sound sending a buzz through my veins.
“You’re right. He wasn’t worth the trouble, and has freed up space for better things,” she says, her tone light but certain.
She deserves to be cherished and the center of someone’s world. If she belonged to me, I’d move heaven and earth so she’d never feel second best again. For a moment, I forget I’m supposed to be looking after her because she’s injured, not letting my mind wander into foolish daydreams.
She nods at the tray of food. “That smells incredible.”
“It tastes even better,” I say, glad for the distraction.
I let go of her hand to pick up the steaming bowl of soup and the spoon.
A look of confusion crosses Noelle’s face. “What are you doing?”
“Feeding you,” I state.
“I can do that myself.”
She reaches for the bowl, but I pick it up and hold it just out of reach.
I give her a leveled stare. “You’re supposed to be taking it easy, and I’m not willing to risk tomato soup on my comforter.”
She rolls her eyes. “Seriously? I hurt my ankle, not my wrist.”
Noelle’s right. She’s perfectly capable of feeding herself, and I couldn’t care less if the comforter gets stained. It’s a ten-year-old bargain from a local discount store. Still, as long as she’s here, I’m going to take care of her. It’s been so long since I’ve had the chance, and I want to do it for her.
Noelle’s stomach growls, winning out over any further objections.
With a small chuckle, I bring a spoonful of soup to her lips. “Careful, it’s hot,” I murmur.
She blows on it before taking a bite. A soft moan escapes her mouth as she savors it, the sound going straight to my cock. Her eyes briefly flutter closed, and I take the opportunity to shift my position to hide that I’m affected by the noise.
When she swallows, I give her another spoonful, topped with a piece of grilled cheese I’d cut up and added to the soup before serving.
“Mmm, that’s delicious.” She leans in, eager for another bite. “I’ve never had grilled cheese and tomato soup served in one bowl before. It’s so good.”
“Glad you like it.”
I’m mesmerized as Noelle wraps her lips around the spoon, letting out a satisfied hum. There’s something incredibly satisfying about being the one responsible for her reaction.
She eats with fervor, and I proceed to feed her the whole bowl. As she takes the last bite, a drop of soup trickles down her chin. I’m tempted to lick it from her face, but I settle for reaching out and brushing it off with my thumb. She stills undermy touch, her eyes locking with mine as I bring my thumb to my mouth and suck it clean.
I put the bowl back on the tray as Noelle holds me captive with her heated gaze. I inch forward, drawn to her like a magnet, and move my hand along the line of her jaw, each touch fueling the electric tension flowing between us. I trace the seam of her lip with my finger, and in turn, her tongue darts out, licking my thumb, her breath coming out in short gasps.
I instinctively lean closer, wishing I was teasing her pouty mouth with mine, or imagine what it might be like to have her on her knees as I feed my cock between those pretty lips.
My runaway fantasy is cut short when Noelle shifts, flinching slightly.
I pull back, frowning. “What’s the matter?”
She winces as she tries to wave me off. “I’m okay. My ankle’s just acting up.”
