I pressed more firmly.
His breath caught.
My hand spread over his stomach.
“Pain?”
“No.”
“Head?”
“Clear.”
“Fear?”
“Gone.”
The answer released something fierce inside me.
I kissed his shoulder.
Noah rolled his hips back.
Pleasure spiked through me.
A groan escaped into his skin.
He repeated the movement, encouraged by the sound.
“Cal.”
“Yes.”
“Talk to me.”
“What do you need to hear?”
“Tell me you want me.”
“I want you.”
“Now.”
“Now.”
“Not the man I was before.”
“I want the man in my arms.”
His body trembled.
“The man choosing this. The man who can make me forget every useful thought I have ever had.”
Noah’s hand moved faster beneath the blanket.
I matched his rhythm.
My control thinned.
