Page 49 of Guarded
I loved sex. I might not be very good at it, nor have much experience, but I loved it all the same…when my brain didn’t get in the way of my enjoyment.
Hopefully Jeremiah wouldn’t hold my lack of skill against me.
“You mean desperately turned on.” His head hit the wall as he let out a filthy moan. “There’s nothing I love more than tussling for control in the bedroom.I want to own as much as I’m owned.”
It was like he’d peeked inside my brain and plucked out my deepest fantasy. Maybe fate really did know what she was doing when she put the two of us together.
Now I was the one leaning in. I didn’t go for his mouth, instead licking a stripe straight up the front of his throat. I dipped back down to circle his Adam’s apple lightly before pulling back.
Jeremiah was staring at me with eyes like saucers, his lungs working overtime. “What was that?”
“That’s what I was thinking about doing earlier.” I winked and slid my leg from between his. “You said you were tasty, and I wanted to see if you were right.”
“And was I?”
I hummed, pretending to consider it. “You know, I’m not sure. It’s not enough evidence for me. I think I’d have to conduct a more thorough experiment.”
Once more, I was twisting through the air, hard brick scratching against my back as a growling Jeremiah pinned me in place. Wicked lust dripped from his smile. “Just say the word, Noah. I’m happy to let you taste me wherever and whenever you like.”
I shivered as he trailed a finger along my collarbone. All my reasons for keeping him at a distance were fading away in the face of my need for him.
He’ll make me forget anyone else exists.
That had my racing heart slowing a little. Was that what I wanted? To become so engrossed in him that everything else ceased to matter?
Again, that was a place I’d been before. I’d prioritised Lyle’s needs and wants above everything and everyone else.
Even myself.
I wasn’t sure I wanted to go back there.
Jeremiah’s hand fell away, and he stepped back with a wry smile. “Too much?”
I went to disagree but caught myself. If nothing else, Jeremiah deserved my honesty. “A little. I want more, I do. It’s just…”
“It’s fast.” His smile was strained, but it was there. That counted, right? “It’s okay, Noah. We move at your pace. Always.”
I pushed off the wall with a sigh. “Wanna know how much my dick is screaming at me right now?”
“Probably as much as mine is.” He glanced ruefully at the bulge in his jeans. “It’s very unhappy that I’m being reasonable and respectful.”
“Ditto.”
I wasn’t sure which of us was more surprised by that. Jeremiah’s brows shot up and his jaw dropped.
“Do you—” He cleared his throat and tried again. “Do you notwantme to be those things?”
“I do.” I huffed out a breath. How could I explain my thoughts when I didn’t understand them myself? “I want you to respect my boundaries.”
Jeremiah closed the distance between us. “But?”
My tongue swiped out to moisten my lips. I didn’t miss the way he hungrily tracked the movement. “But I also don’t mind if you want to push me a little. I like…I like knowing how much you want me.”
He didn’t say anything, leaving me to replay the words in my head. As soon as I did, shame flooded my cheeks. “God, that sounds awful. I’m sorry. You must think I’m incredibly shallow and?—”
“I don’t,” he said firmly before smiling widely. “I’m just starting to understand you, Noah. That’s all.”
“Really?” I gave a humourless laugh. “That’s good, because I sure as shit don’t understand what’s going on in my head.”
