Page 60 of Guarded
“Good,” he breathed. “We’re in this together.”
Together.That word played on a loop with the ones from earlier. There’s no room for anyone else.
I didn’t want anyone else. Just him. Only Jem.
My Jem.
His hot fingers went to my back, tracing the top of my corset. “I can’t believe you wore this for me.”
He seemed genuinely touched. I couldn’t stop myself twisting to kiss his cheek. “You should be expecting a lot more from me, Jem.”
“No,” he rasped, running his fingers along my spine. Even with the corset between us, I felt his touch like a brand. “I don’t think I’ll ever expect anything of you, Noah. That way, I can keep being surprised by you.”
I flushed. No expectations might have seemed like the opposite of what I was after, considering he was my fated mate, but it was actually kind of perfect. He didn’t expect anything from me.
Which meant I could just…relax. Huh. That was a first for me. In the bedroom, at least.
He brushed my hair back over one of my shoulders, kissing my neck as it was revealed. “You’re so beautiful, Noah.”
It wasn’t his touch that would be my undoing, but his words. I wanted to tell him the same. To persuade him to let us exchange marks and bond right now.
But it was too fast. It wouldn’t make Jeremiah happy.
He deserved happiness more than anyone else I’d ever met, and I’d be damned before I’d be the one who stood in the way of that.
“Thank you,” I rasped instead. “You make me feel beautiful.”
Jeremiah kissed along the top of my corset, paying special attention to where my wings appeared. He stroked the sensitive flesh, first with his fingers, then his lips. “One day, I want us to do this with our wings out. I want to see if I can make you come just by touching them.”
“I’d like that.” I shivered. I knew angels could climax that way, but I’d never tried it.
It was strange. I’d never thought of the firsts I hadn’t shared with Lyle, but I was suddenly grateful for them.Maybe part of my soul had held back, knowing I’d want to share them with Jeremiah.
His big hands slid down to my hips and slipped under the line of lace. “I’m not taking this off yet.”
“You’re not?”
“No,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I’ve been having this dream, you see.”
He was barely touching me, the only points of contact where his hands rested. But I couldfeelhim. His breath on the back of my neck. The heat rolling off his body. Jeremiah was surrounding me. Taking up all of my space.
What was more, I wanted him to. I wanted Jeremiah to consume me. To take over everything until he was all that existed.
“What dream?” I rasped, realising he was waiting for a response.
“A good one.” He chuckled, the sound pure sin. “It involves a lace thong exactly like this.”
His touch skimmed around the top of the thong, his hands moving in unison until they met at the front. My breaths came faster in anticipation, but he didn’t move any lower.
“In this dream,” he continued, “I’m behind you just like this, but I’m on my knees.”
Oh fuck.There was only one reason why he’d be on his knees with me in this position. Thank god I’d taken the most thorough shower known to man earlier.
“You’re bent over. Here. Let me show you.” His hand drifted up to my back, stopping between my shoulderblades. He pushed firmly until my hands went flying out. They landed on the edge of the chair I’d been sat in earlier, and I braced my weight on one of the arms.
“That’s it, beautiful.” I felt him kneel behind me, his breath travelling down my spine. “Now spread your legs for me. Just a little wider.”
I did as he asked, my whole body flushed. “Don’t you need to take off the underwear?”
