“I’m here.”
“I need—”
“What do you need?”
He struggled for the words.
I slowed.
“No. Don’t stop.”
“Tell me.”
“More.”
I tightened my grip slightly and increased the pace.
Noah groaned into my mouth.
The sound went through every part of me.
His right hand slid into my hair.
“Good?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Pain?”
“No.”
“Fear?”
“No.”
The answer released something in him.
No fear.
Only sensation.
Only trust.
His body tightened beneath my hand.
I recognized the signs even if he did not.
“Do you want to finish?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
His eye opened with exhausted exasperation.
“Reid.”
I smiled against his mouth.
