Nothing wandering.
Nothing assumed.
He kissed me again.
Longer this time.
His right hand curved around the back of my neck. His mouth opened under mine, and when his tongue touched mine, desire moved through me with enough force that restraint became physical work.
Noah felt the change.
He drew back.
“You’re hard.”
“Yes.”
Color deepened over his cheeks.
“From kissing?”
“From you.”
His gaze dropped between us even though our hips did not touch.
“Does it hurt?”
“No.”
“Does it mean we have to do something?”
“No.”
He looked at me again.
“Can I feel?”
The question nearly undid me.
“Over my clothes?”
“Yes.”
I took his wrist gently but did not move it.
“Are you sure?”
“No.”
I waited.
His breathing quickened.
“I want to know.”
“Curiosity is not the same as consent.”
“I know.”
