For several breaths, neither of us moved.
The green light from the hall touched the edge of Noah’s shoulder.
His gaze moved over my face.
Not my body.
My face.
“You can still say no,” I told him.
“So can you.”
“Yes.”
“Do you want this?”
“I want you. I want this. I want whatever you choose inside the boundary.”
His throat moved.
“I want it too.”
Noah took my wrist.
He guided my hand between us.
He was already hard.
The trust of the gesture hurt more beautifully than desire ever could.
I wrapped my fingers around him.
His breath caught.
“Green?”
“Yes.”
I held still.
“Movement?”
“Yes.”
I stroked him once.
Slowly.
Noah’s eye closed, then opened immediately.
“Again.”
I repeated the motion.
His hips shifted forward.
I kept the pace gentle, letting him feel every change.
