Page 54 of Finding Noah
“Because—” He gestured. “Because I’ve never done this before.”
“Never had sex? Because I’m pretty sure—”
“I’ve never made love to a guy…like you.”
Ah.“Well,I’ve never made love to a guy like you. So I guess we’re even.”
“Christian—”
“Nope. You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to kiss the heck out of me and then throw up barriers.” I tugged him toward me, pulling him into my embrace.
He came easily—yielding to me and molding himself against me.
I bent to kiss him.
He kissed back with fervor. He thrust his tongue into my mouth with a clear plan to dominate.
Letting him take over the kiss was as easy as breathing. He had a forceful personality that turned me on. That I appreciated. I was okay with yielding. With giving up control. On the other hand, if he ever asked me to take the reins, I certainly would—I’d do whatever he asked of me. Always had and always would.
He pulled back from the kiss. “Too many clothes.”
I chuckled. “That’s true.”
We’d dressed in chinos and shirts to visit Miss Esmeralda and to go to the nice restaurant.
He stood back and started unbuttoning his white shirt—such a contrast to his dark skin.
Mirroring him, I unbuttoned my pale-blue shirt. They were abandoned on my chair as we started working on our pants. Somehow, we’d wound up in my room, even though he’d asked me to join him in his.
Our three pooches had followed us in here and were now snoozing—with River sleeping with Sable in her bed. Their closeness was what I wanted with Noah. Someone to always rely on. Someone who would have my back. He’d always done those things when we’d only been best friends—I worried I might lose that if this lovers thing didn’t work out.
I shucked my pants, and next came the boxer briefs.
Noah did the same, and I was able to see his lovely erection. We hadn’t discussed position, but I knew I’d be bottoming tonight. And maybe all nights—if we repeated this.
He hesitated.
I cocked my head.
“Supplies.”
I grinned. “Stopped by the drugstore on the way home, one night last week. All good.”
“I like you being prepared.”
“I was a boy scout.”
He laughed. “That you were. I never did anything like that.”
“Because you were busy with your dogs and cats. You had way more important things going on in your life.”
Another smile. “And now I’m rebuilding my menagerie.”
I grasped my erection and stroked myself. Unless this was a long and necessary tangent, I wanted to keep us moving forward.
“We’ll talk about rescuing a cat. Right now, though, I want you on the bed.”
“Yep.” I sort of squeaked that. Then I hustled to my bed. I pulled the duvet and top sheet down, then lay in the middle of the bed with my head propped on a pillow.
