Then I gave him what he had asked for.
His hips lifted.
Soft, helpless sounds broke from him as pleasure built. He clung to me, forehead pressed to mine, his fingers tight in my hair.
When he climaxed, surprise crossed his face first.
Then his body went rigid.
A strained cry escaped him.
He shuddered beneath my hand and came across his stomach.
I held him through it.
Not restraining him.
Containing the moment.
His breath came hard.
His eye remained closed.
I removed my hand and reached for the cloth I kept in the bedside drawer.
Noah caught my wrist.
“Wait.”
I stopped.
He opened his eye.
A slow, astonished smile spread across his face.
“That was me.”
“Yes.”
“I wanted it.”
“Yes.”
“I didn’t panic.”
“No.”
His expression shifted.
Tears gathered suddenly.
I bent and kissed his temple.
“You’re all right.”
“I know.”
A shaky laugh escaped him.
