Page 30 of Negotiating Tactics

I whispered. “Yes, Noah. Please show me.”

His expression changed again, that intensity back, determination clear on his features.

He kissed me for a moment longer and then shifted, pushing me back against the sectional and then stretching his big body out on top of mine.

His weight was delicious, his heat an inferno.

The sensations that he stirred with his every touch left me almost breathless.

He kissed me, and I reached up, gripped his shoulders, felt the ends of his hair brush against my fingers.

Noah roughly broke the kiss and pressed his lips against my neck, the contrast between his soft, full lips, and the roughness of his beard making me shiver. The rush of his warm breath raised goosebumps on my skin.

He went lower, opening my shirt one button at a time, scraping his face against my soft skin.

A rush of heat flooded my core, and I swallowed back a moan.

He pulled my shirt open, his thick fingers handling the basic cotton like it was the finest satin.

Then he gazed down at me with dark eyes, my breath coming out rough, heaving as he stared at me.

He moved his head down to scrape his face against my lace-covered nipple, and I bucked underneath him.

He didn’t move an inch.

Just traced his hand along the curve of my belly to reach up and grasp one of my breasts.

Even his huge hand was no match for the fullness of my breast, and I watched as his strong hand manipulated my soft flesh, the muscles in his forearm flexing as he handled me with expert roughness.

His eyes flashed as he stared down at me.

I lay there still, captured by the anticipation that had my heart racing.

Feeling completely at Noah’s mercy.

Confused because I actually liked it.

When he finally moved, he didn’t unlatch my bra, and instead scooped my breasts out of the cups and leaned in.

He caught one of my nipples in his mouth and began teasing the other with his hand, alternating from one to the other until I was boneless and breathless beneath him.

Literally nothing I had ever experienced compared to this, and some instinct told me that it had everything to do with this man.

I was squirming wildly beneath him, something I didn’t even notice until he stilled my hips, his strong hand holding me effortlessly.

“You need something, don’t you?” he said.

As he spoke, he trailed his fingers down my stomach.

The reality of what he was asking hit me like iced water, and the shyness that I had momentarily forgotten took over.

Or tried to.

Noah stopped it in its tracks.

“None of that,” he said, his eyes locked with mine, his expression both fierce and gentle in a way that made me want to swoon.

He used one hand to work my pants open and pulled his shirt off with the other. I reached for him, curling my fingers into his waistband before he pushed them away.

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