“Don’t stop.”
“I won’t.”
His fingers tightened over mine.
I felt the moment release reached him.
His abdomen tensed.
His breath caught.
Then he came with a soft, broken cry, spilling hot over our hands and stomachs.
I held him through the first shudder.
The sound, the warmth, the trust in the way he clung to me pulled me over a heartbeat later.
Pleasure tore through me.
My body shook against his as I came between us, my face buried against his shoulder, his name rough in my mouth.
For several seconds, neither of us moved.
Our hands remained trapped between our bodies.
Our breathing filled the room.
Noah’s heart beat wildly against my chest.
Then he began to laugh.
I lifted my head.
“What?”
“Sticky.”
A laugh broke out of me too.
The pressure of the day cracked open around the ridiculous truth.
“Very romantic.”
“Extremely.”
He kissed my throat.
“Good?”
“Yes.”
“Enough?”
“For tonight.”
He looked at me.
“Only tonight?”
