Page 63 of Kissing Chaos
That dang whimper escapes again, and I can feel the grin against my skin before he pulls away slightly.
“Say that thought out loud for me, chaos. I can see it in your eyes,” Noah says, his nose nearly grazing my own but not quite touching.
With hooded eyes and a shuddered breath, I whimper. “Need you.” I roll my hips into his again, begging.
“Stay with me, chaos. The second I realize you’re drifting, everything stops, yeah?”
A hum in my throat is my only acknowledgment as I search for contact. As pressure remains on my neck, his other hand slides down to my waist, finding and undoing the knot in the string of my sweatpants before slipping his hand inside, just avoiding the part of me that wants him most.
“Noah, please.”
My hands reach for his waistband, but he stops me, removing his hands from me entirely. Crying at the loss of contact seems extreme, but my body is so tightly wound I don’t know how to react.
“I’ve got you, baby.” His arms reach down, hooking under my plaid-covered ass and lifting. “Just moving us somewhere more comfortable.”
He carries me to the bedroom, tossing me onto the comforter like I’m nothing more than a rag doll. His thinner frame is misleading—the man is loaded in lean muscle. “Slide back and slip off those pants for me.”
“Can you hit the lights?”
“I can, but I would rather you trust me enough to leave them on.”
“It’s just that—”
“Remember what happens if your mind starts to drift.”
I snap my mouth closed.
“Do you trust me?”
Nodding, I chew on my lower lip. Unsure of how to act or what to say. Noah and I have discussed it before, but wehave never played to his dominant side, because I have not been willing to trust him in the bedroom.
Make-out sessions and heavy petting? Sure.
Naked snuggles at bedtime? Absolutely.
But we have not gone this far. Hell, I wasn’t sure I wanted to until a few days ago. I’d started to think that I would never crave this type of intimacy. Wondered if that part of me was irreparably damaged.
But baring myself under the LED lights for our first time? As someone who will not wear a bathing suit without a shirt over it… What if he regrets…damn it…
At some point, my eyes slip closed. I keep them squeezed tight as the bed dips, Noah’s body caging me in from above.
“Keep your eyes closed, pretty girl. If you want me to stop at any point, just say so. Got me?”
My head gives a jerky nod, but I already know he wants verbal consent.
“Jett.”
“Got you.”
“Every part of you is perfection.”Emotion threatens to choke me at his words, his touch. What did I do to deserve a man as perfect as him?
***
The sheets are rumpled and tucked around our naked bodies, our legs intertwined, my torso and head snuggled close to his chest. Those wide shoulders provide a sort of cocoon when his arms are wrapped around me.
Earlier today, Noah had come over with lunch, since it’s a Sunday. He had wanted to watch a replay of the Voltage–Badgers playoff game from the day before. I’d already watched the game but love rewatching, so I’d recorded it. After we’d finished the recording, Noah said something about a shower anddinner, but I’d tuned it out as I was trying to finalize those edits. I’d forgotten he was even in the apartment until he’d startled me.
Noah’s calloused hand traces lazy circles along my bare arm. “What’s got you so tense, pretty girl?”
