A low sound vibrated in his throat.
My body responded with a hard pulse of desire.
Noah felt it where our hips touched.
He stiffened.
I stopped moving.
“Amber?”
His breathing came fast.
“Maybe.”
“All right.”
I eased my hand from beneath the sweater but did not withdraw entirely.
“We can pause.”
“I don’t want to stop kissing.”
“We do not have to.”
“But I can feel how much you want more.”
“Yes.”
His expression tightened.
“I don’t want that to become my fault.”
“It isn’t.”
“What do you do with it?”
“Breathe.”
His mouth twitched despite the tension.
“That cannot be the full plan.”
“It has worked so far.”
“Barely.”
“Correct.”
He studied me.
“Can you want more and still be happy with this?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
“Because wanting is not the same as lacking.”
