“Tell me exactly what that means.”
“Slow.”
“Yes.”
“On my side, at least in the beginning.”
“Yes.”
“Enough preparation that my body doesn’t have to fight.”
“Yes.”
“No barrier.”
My breath caught.
“No barrier,” I repeated.
“I want you to stay close afterward.”
“I will.”
“And I want you to finish inside me.”
Heat surged through me with enough force that my hand closed around the stair rail.
Noah noticed.
His eye darkened.
“Still think I’m trying to prove something?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
I stared at him.
“I don’t want you careless with me,” he said. “But I don’t want fear making every decision either.”
I put my hand at the back of his neck.
“Rest first.”
“Yes.”
“Food.”
“Yes.”
“We reassess tonight.”
“Yes.”
“And if tonight becomes tomorrow?”
“Then it becomes tomorrow.”
