Page 111 of Guarded
Chapter 28
Jeremiah
Noah entered me to the hilt before pausing. Long curtains of lilac framed his beautiful face as his lips parted on a moan.
All I could think was,how could he believe he wouldn’t be good at this?
I knew the answer. It was Lyle.
It was always Lyle. He’d burrowed under Noah’s skin and festered there.
Well, no more. I was digging him out. Yanking his claws out of my mate and making sure the wounds he’d left were healed.
Wrapping my legs around Noah’s waist, I pressed my heels against him until he took the hint and kissed me. His body covered mine now as he began to move, and it was all I could do to hold on to him as he took us higher. His thrusts were slow and intentional, dragging against my prostate in the most delicious fashion.
I buried my hands in his hair, winding the strands around my fingers. Noah made the sweetest sound, his body shuddering as I tugged lightly. “Satan, you’re soperfect. So good. So good for me.”
He responded by bracing his hand on the bed above my shoulder. “I can be better.”
“I don’t need better,” I growled, grabbing the back of his neck and slamming his mouth to mine. I held nothing back from my kiss. It was hot. Needy. Desperate.
All the things Noah made me feel.
Noah broke away with a gasp, a small smirk playing on his lips. “That wasn’t me being insecure. It was me about to show off.”
Oh.I grinned up at him. “In that case, be my guest. Show me all your moves.”
Noah lifted both my legs up onto his shoulders. It was a position I hadn’t really been in in the past. Sure, I bottomed, but being splayed out like this wasn’t something I’d felt comfortable enough to do.
There was no discomfort with Noah. I’d let this angel tie me up like a damned pretzel if that was what he wanted. Not only because it would make him happy, but because I felt safe with him.
Noah would take care of me. I had no doubt about that.
He went a step further and shoved a pillow under my arse. A small whimper left my lips without my permission as I tried to keep hold of my sanity.
Noah’s chuckle was dark enough to belong downstairs. “You doing okay there, Jem?”
“I will be when you start moving,” I grumbled, canting my hips to try and get him deeper.
Noah laughed again, but he didn’t keep me waiting.
He started moving his hips in a sinuous rhythm. My hands scrabbled at whatever flesh of his I could reach. His wrists. Forearms. Chest.
“Need you closer,” I grunted.
“How flexible are you?”
Not very, but if Noah broke any bones they’d heal immediately. Plus, hopefully the pain would make me last longer than a few minutes. Otherwise, this was going to be over too quickly for me. “Just do it.”
Without hesitation, Noah folded me almost in two. My ankles were somewhere by my ears now, a place they’dneverbeen before. There was no cracking though, so apparently, I was more flexible than I’d thought.
“You good?” Noah panted, searching my face with concern.
“I’m good.” Better than good considering his body was against mine. “Now fuck me, Noah.”
He let loose with a growl. Our mouths brushed together but never quite caught. We were too far gone. Too lost in the moment.
My cock was hard and throbbing between us. Noah’s abs rubbed against it as he hammered my prostate. My nails scratched along his back as he rutted into me harder.
