Instead, I press one more kiss to his skin and stay right where I am, because now that I know what he sounds like when he falls apart, I have no idea how I’m supposed to let this be only tonight.
CHAPTER 11. Noah
My heart is still hammering in my chest, my body loose as I come back to myself. The ceiling blurs above me, then sharpens again, and I become aware of Connor’s breath warm against my thigh.
I look down, and my stomach flips.
He’s still there, cheek pressed to my skin, eyes closed, mouth pink and swollen from what he just did to me.
Well. Technically, from what I did to him.
For a moment, I can’t speak. My brain is still shorting out, my whole body heavy in that strange, melted way that makes moving feel impossible. But as my vision clears and my breathing evens out, I really look at him.
Connor’s hair is wrecked from my hands. His lips are parted, still wet. The flush on his cheeks goes all the way down his neck before disappearing under his shirt. He looks completely undone.
The tenderness of the moment hits me so hard I have to swallow.
After that—after making me come apart with his mouth—he’s still so careful with me. So gentle.
Then my gaze drops lower, and I notice the bulge in his boxers.
He’s still hard.
Really hard.
“Connor,” I say, my voice hoarse. “Come up here.”
He opens his eyes and glances at me, and God, the way he looks right now—like he’s coming back from somewhere far away—makes my heart skip.
He shifts up the bed until he’s close enough for me to touch. His erection strains against the front of his boxers, huge and obvious enough to make my mouth go dry.
Without thinking, I cover him with my hand.
Connor’s breath catches. He throbs under my palm, hot through the thin cotton, and his hips push into my touch before he can stop himself.
A jolt of arousal goes through me, even though I just came.
“Let me take care of you,” I whisper, pushing myself up on one elbow.
My hand moves to the waistband of his boxers. Connor helps me, lifting his hips as I tug the fabric down, and then he’s free—his cock flushed dark at the tip, slick with precum.
Fuck.
He’s gorgeous.
I want to put my mouth on him. I want to see him lose control the way he made me lose control. I want to taste him, feelhim pulse against my tongue, hear what he sounds like when he stops holding back.
I start to lean in, but Connor’s hand comes to my shoulder, stopping me.
“Noah,” he says, and his voice is so rough it sends a shiver down my spine. “Can I—”He stops, swallows.“I don’t have condoms, so I won’t do anything, but can I just…” His cheeks go crimson. “Can I just…rub against you?”
Rub.
I’m pretty sure my face gives me away completely, because the request sends a wave of heat through my body so fast I can barely process it.
I’m not even fully sure what he means.
I just know it sounds fucking hot.
