“I’m significantly better than all right.”
I cleaned him up gently.
He watched every movement without turning away or covering himself.
When I finished, his gaze dropped toward me.
“You’re hard.”
“Predictably.”
“Do you need a cold shower?”
“Eventually.”
His fingers touched my waist.
“Can I touch you?”
My pulse jumped.
“Do you want to?”
“Yes.”
“For yourself, or because I helped you?”
He considered the question.
“For me.”
I held his gaze.
“What do you want?”
“To use my hand.”
“Over my clothes first?”
“No.”
The certainty in his answer sent a hard pulse through me.
“You can change your mind at any point.”
“I know.”
I pushed the blanket lower.
Noah watched as I loosened the drawstring of my sleep pants and freed myself.
His breathing changed.
He had seen me before.
He had touched me through clothing and watched my body respond.
Direct contact still seemed to surprise him.
