“Yes.”
“I like knowing now.”
His thumb moved over the most sensitive part of me.
Pleasure hit hard enough to tear a groan from my throat.
Noah smiled.
There he was.
Not the exact man he had been.
But the same delight in discovering that he could make me lose control.
“I’m close,” I warned.
“Good.”
“You don’t have to continue.”
“I want to.”
His pace increased.
I held his gaze until pleasure broke it.
My body arched.
Release hit me hard enough to drag a rough sound from my chest. I came across his hand and my stomach, every muscle tightening before the tension gave way.
Noah watched, transfixed.
When the last wave passed, I fell back against the pillow and laughed once at the ceiling.
His hand remained loosely around me.
“Color?” he asked.
“Blindingly green.”
He laughed.
Then his humor faded.
He looked down at his hand.
Then at me.
“You’re all right?”
“More than all right.”
“No regret?”
“None.”
He settled against the pillows.
