“Head?”
“Quiet.”
“Hip?”
“Fine.”
“Fear?”
He thought.
“Not here.”
The answer went through me.
His hand moved between our bodies and closed around me.
My eyes shut before I could stop them.
Noah paused.
“Look at me.”
I opened my eyes.
He watched my face as his hand moved.
His grip was firmer than the first time. He remembered none of the years of practice, but curiosity had already become confidence.
I matched his pace.
There was no urgency at first.
Only discovery.
His thumb passed over the head of my cock.
Pleasure tightened low in my abdomen.
My hand moved over him in return, thumb tracing the same sensitive place.
His mouth opened on a quiet breath.
“Good?” I asked.
“Yes.”
He stroked me again.
“Good?”
“Very.”
His mouth curved.
“You are still trying to make this an interview.”
“I need to know.”
