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Slowly, slowly, I stroked him over the smooth material and then ventured under the waistband, under his boxer-briefs, until my hand closed around the warm hard length of him. He made a noise deep in his chest, and I answered with a soft moan.
“Oh my God, Noah,” I blurted, unable to help myself. “You’re magnificent.”
He grabbed my wrist, and I thought it was too much, but he showed me what he liked: squeeze, stroke, release, over and over.
I braced myself over him and touched him the way he wanted to be touched while he slipped his right arm around me, his hand making a fist in my hair and sending delicious shivers down my spine. Noah’s eyes were open now, cloudy with lust, while my hand caressed him with increasing speed and pressure.
“Is this okay?” I whispered in his ear.
He nodded, teeth clenched. “I thought you’d be shy. You’re not shy.”
“No. I like doing this for you.”
God, do I ever.
He turned to me, his eyes always searching. “I want to touch you. I have to touch you, Charlotte.”
“Yes,” I whispered, shivering in anticipation. “Oh yes, please…”
Noah brought his left hand across his body, under my stroking arm, and found my waist. His fingers trailed down over my hip and I parted my thighs immediately, shocked at how badly I wanted this. He pressed against the dampness between my legs, and I pressed back, my body begging for him.
“Do you want me to?” he asked, his fingers venturing under my panties.
I couldn’t speak, I only nodded against his shoulder, then inhaled sharply and nearly lost control of my hand that touched him as a bolt of ecstasy shot through me. Noah slid two fingers inside me and made a beckoning motion while circling his thumb over the sensitive bud of flesh. I bit back a cry, my back arching, my thoughts reduced to the basest desire formore.
“Oh, God, you feel so good,” Noah breathed against my neck. “Charlotte, you feel incredible…”
Somehow, I managed to keep touching him, and he touched me as we kissed and became tangled in each other. The pleasure grew between us like a rising sun until Noah gave a half grunt, half moan through gritted teeth. His muscles tensed, and then he let go, exhaling raggedly, his body shuddering with release.
A fleeting thrill of pride that I had brought him there flashed across my mind, then was lost in the delirium of my own climax. Noah’s fingers thrust gently but deeply a final time, his thumb pressing down on that ball of nerves, and then pleasure unlike anything I’d ever experienced exploded across every inch of my body. It seemed to go on and on, until Noah withdrew his hand and we both collapsed, breathing heavily in the dimness of his room.
I lay quiet for a moment, wallowing in an afterglow that was—come to find out—a real thing. I basked. I reveled. My first non-self-created orgasm. I glanced at Noah beside me. His eyes were closed, the tension gone from his body so that he looked as if he were sinking into the bed.
I felt a laugh want to break free, but I could practically see all the doubt and worry creep back into Noah’s thoughts, stealing the peaceful contentment from his face. I couldn’t let it.
“So,” I said, grinning. “Was it good for you?”
Noah froze for a second as my silly question sank in. Then I watched his lips twitch slightly. I held my breath as his mouth turned upward, and then he smiled. Noah Lake actually smiled. My heart leapt—I’d never seen anything more beautiful. But the smile kept going as a strange sound rumbled in his chest and then burst out of him. Laughter.
Noah laughed, and I couldn’t help but laugh with him, until he turned to me and I nearly fainted to see his handsome, smiling, laughing face this close to me. Holy God, he was gorgeous while sulky and brooding, but a smile transformed him into the man I suspected him to be when I first saw his photo. The real Noah Lake had been right there, just beneath the surface all along.
“God, Charlotte, you’re unbelievable,” he said. “I must have done something right for you to be here.”
He kissed me, and I felt his smile against my lips, and that was another kind of beauty all its own. Silly, happy tears burned my eyes for a moment because that smile meant he was—for a little while, anyway—free from the bitter pain that had gripped him for so long.
“Will you stay the night with me?” he asked, his gaze sweeping over my face. “I don’t meansleepwith me. I just mean, go and put on whatever it is you wear to bed while I change. Then come back to me, let me kiss you a little more, and then go to sleep.”
“Yes,” I said, grinning like a loon. “Yes, I will. I’d love to. Definitely, and other assorted ways of saying yes.”
I slipped downstairs to put on a T-shirt, fresh underwear, and soft sleep pants. My body was still humming from Noah’s touch when I raced back upstairs. He lay on his bed, having changed his pants and put on a black shirt that made his eyes look too astonishing for words. The floorboards creaked at his door, and his head came up. He smiled softly and that put him over the edge.
I didn’t know if or when I’d get used to how beautiful he was when he smiled. I hoped it was never.
I climbed into bed with him, and he put his arm around me at once, kissing me deeply before letting me go. Exhaustion reared its head—I’d been wrung out by the shifting spectrum of emotions I’d experienced that night: from dread to lust to pure, heart-pounding joy. I felt my eyes getting heavy at once.
Outside the windows, thunder rumbled and rain smattered the glass.
“Maybe it’s good we didn’t sleep together tonight,” Noah said. “Maybe it’s better to take it slow.” He held me more tightly to him. “I still have work to do, Charlotte. Demons to battle, I guess.”
