Page 39 of Finding Noah
I batted my eyelashes. “And…?”
After several attempts at coherent speech, he just spluttered nothing that made any sense.
So I took control of the situation. “Fine. I'll just sit here and watch my eggs congeal while you make up your mind. I start late today because the fresh-fruit shipment is arriving at three, and I need to get it all put away. Just to let you know, I’ll be a bit late home tonight. Go ahead and have dinner. I baked a lasagna yesterday, and it’s in the fridge, you can heat up a slice—"
“You really have never given a blow job?”
I hesitated. I could play this several different ways, Cheeky, serious, or honest. “Have you really never received a blow job from a white guy?” Honest always won.
“I’m not sure that’s the point I’m trying to make.” He pursed his lips. “It will be, like, a first for both of us, then...”
Yep, honest earned me brownie points.
“You’ll show me?” I downed the rest of my coffee.
“I’ve never been with a guy who hasn’t…you know…”
I arched an eyebrow. “Never been with a virgin? Well, this will be virgin territory for both of us.”
He groaned.
As I expected him to.
“Do I just get on my knees?” Because logistics were a thing. If I crouched between his spread thighs…but then I still needed to get his pants down. Could I…?
“Christian.”
“Hmm?”
“This is a big leap.”
“You don’t want a blow job?” I batted my eyelashes.
“Uh, is there a right way to answer that? Because most guys are not going to turn down a blow job.”
“Right. Well, no time like the present.” I pushed back from the table and made my way to him. I yanked his chair, that scraped on the vinyl floor but luckily didn’t leave a scuff mark.
“Hey.” His eyes went wide.
I grinned as I sank to my knees. “This is going to be so much fun.”
He groaned. “This is such a bad idea. We need to talk about…shit.”
“Blow job now. Talk later. Seems pretty simple to me.” And it did. I just needed to get him in the mood. Despite having known him fortwenty years, I didn’t really know what got him off. He’d mentioned porn once and how it hadn’t gotten himexcited. Personally, I hadn’t thought that was a bad thing—but that was just my puritan family roots being exposed.
I preferred to be with someone and focused on them, rather than what might be on the screen. Mind made up, I grasped the tab on his zipper and attempted to pull it down.
He laid his hand over mine. “Christian.” A hoarse whisper.
“I want this, Noah. Have wanted it forever.” I gazed into his dark-brown eyes. “Maybe you didn’t know—”
“I didn’t.”
“Well, you do now. If you want me to stop, of course I will. But I just want to bring you pleasure. That doesn’t seem like a bad thing.”
He blinked. “It’s not. I’m just not certain I want your first time to be on a kitchen floor.”
“I swept up the dog hair before you arrived.”
