The kiss changed the moment his mouth met mine.
There was no safe distance left between our breaths. His lips parted, and I tasted stew, water, and the faint sweetness of the honey lozenge he had taken earlier.
My fingers tightened at his sides.
He made a soft sound.
Then his hips rocked instinctively against me.
Pleasure surged through my body.
I caught his waist and stilled him.
Noah lifted his head.
“Why did you stop me?”
“Because that movement went farther than we agreed.”
His breathing had become uneven.
“I didn’t plan it.”
“I know.”
“Did I hurt you?”
“No.”
“Did you like it?”
“Yes.”
His gaze dropped between us.
The hard shape of me pressed visibly beneath my jeans.
Noah’s uncertainty shifted into startled amusement.
“That looks uncomfortable.”
“It will pass.”
His mouth twitched.
“Sorry.”
“Do not apologize for my body reacting to you.”
“I’m not apologizing to you.”
“No?”
“I’m apologizing directly to it.”
I laughed.
The sound woke Marlowe, who lifted his head and looked offended by the interruption.
