His fingers shifted.
My hips reacted before I could stop them.
Noah inhaled sharply.
“Too much?” I asked.
“No.”
“Do you want me to touch you?”
He looked down at his own body.
He was aroused, though not fully.
“No.”
“All right.”
“You’re not disappointed.”
“No.”
His hand moved again, testing my response.
His fingers traced the length of me through the soft fabric.
My breath deepened.
He applied firmer pressure.
The pleasure sharpened.
I caught his wrist gently.
“Pause.”
“Why?”
“Because I am approaching the point where I will want more than you offered.”
His expression sharpened with interest.
“You could finish.”
“Not with your hand unless you are certain you want to participate.”
“What if I only want to watch?”
The question carried courage and uncertainty in equal measure.
“We can discuss that.”
“Now?”
“You are not required to turn curiosity into an event.”
His mouth tightened.
