“Let go for me, Noah,” Lew murmured in my ear. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.”
With an embarrassing little whimper I lost control over my body.
Lew growled when I came all over his stroking fingers in long spurts. The kiss that followed wasn’t hungry but soft and almost sweet.
“Sleep now. I’ll still be here in the morning.” He kissed me again and within moments I drifted back to sleep.
Chapter 16
Noah
It was the front door falling shut that woke me the next morning. I jumped out of bed and stormed into the living room.
He promised to stay—
“Oh.”
Lew knelt in front of the fireplace, stacking logs to relight the fire. At my approach he turned to look at me. He wore only boxers and my hoodie. Okay, it was technicallyhishoodie, but I’d kept it the first night and had zero intention to give it back.
It was different to see him like this, so unguarded and vulnerable. My eyes hung on his thick and beefy legs.
He’s pure perfection.
Then his gaze travelled in slow motion from my face down to my chest, hanging briefly on my navel, before I felt his gaze on my morning wood.
“Uh, hi,” I said, trying to gloss over the fact that I was naked. And hard. “Did you sleep well?”
He swallowed. “Get back in bed, Noah.” Lew focused back on the fireplace and it was only the erratic twitch of his thick tail that betrayed his emotions. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
There? In bed with me?
I slipped back under the duvet after I’d had a quick wee, thankful for the little bubble of warmth in the ice-cold cottage, and waited.
A few minutes passed before I heard him get up and disappear to the bathroom. The toilet flushed, and I heard him wash his hands. Then footsteps approached the bedroom.
“Can I get back in?” he asked me, head cocked and a smile on his lips.
“Yes, please.”
Oh fuck me sideways.
At my okay he whipped his hoodie up over his head, exposing not just his masterpiece of a chest, but also a prominent bulge tenting the dark boxer shorts.
He pulled me into his arms the moment he was next to me.
“I thought we could make some more content for your OnlyFangs today,” Lew rumbled and ran his nose down my throat.
“What?” I croaked.
“Well, I left you hanging at Windmouth, and I was thinking we might pick up where we left off.”
“You can’t be serious, Lew.”
He looked at me like he tried to decide which part of me he wanted to eat first.
Then Lewis Sinclair slid his hand under the duvet.
My cock. He wants to start with my cock.
