Page 29 of Guarded
Especially Noah. If I didn’t get these heart eyes under control, he’d be back out the door before we had a chance toeven exchange hellos. I didn’t know what had happened to make him so guarded, but I planned on finding out.
Noah was wearing a pastel tank top today in some kind of gauzy material. It hung loosely on his frame, the deeply scooped underarms revealing hints at the flesh underneath. The lithe yet chiselled flesh.
When my gaze dipped south, I almost expired on the spot. Noah had opted for low rise jeans. So low rise, in fact, that I could easily make out the fine blue lace on both of his hips. With each step he took, his shirt swayed from side to side, giving me tantalising glimpses of what lay beneath.
It was another entry on my list.
Noah likes lace.
Holy fuck. I hadn’t considered it before, but now I couldn’t picture him in anything else. Image after image rushed through my brain, each more tempting than the last.
Noah in blue hot pants, the lace cupping his bulge like a lover would. Like I would.
Black panties, dark as night. I’d trace the line of the attached suspenders with my tongue. My fingers would meet my mouth at the tops of the stockings, working together to reveal his sinuous legs.
A corset. Satin and lace. So many ties that I wouldn’t have the patience to undo them. I’d marvel at how my hands looked around his slender waist as he rode me into oblivion.
Noah on his front, red lace a hot line between his cheeks. I wouldn’t even pull it aside before burying my face there. Just lick straight through the material until Noah was screaming my name and begging me to take him.
I was brought back to reality by the scent of smoke.
“Shit,” I muttered. Flames were licking the tablecloth around me. Small enough to have escaped the notice of theother patrons, but potent enough to have them sniffing the air.
Hastily unleashing my power, I doused them.Balls.Those were definitely scorch marks. How the fuck was I going to explain that to the staff?
We definitely couldn’t eat here again, that was for sure.
Noah was only a few steps away now. Panic filled me as I surreptitiously flapped my hands, trying to disperse the scent.
From the smirk he gave me as he drifted close, it was pointless. “Having a little trouble, Jeremiah?”
“It’s all your fault,” I grumbled. Well, I tried. I was so fucking happy to see him that it came out teasing and lilting instead. I hoped I’d never be required to intimidate anyone with Noah around. It’d be the least scary interaction in history.
I moved around the side of the table towards Noah, but I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do. Should I embrace him? Shake his hand? Chuck him over my shoulder and spirit him away?
Thankfully, Noah took the choice away from me before I did something stupid. One of his hands rested on my waist briefly as he brushed his lips over my cheek. Heat seared through me in both spots, lingering long after he pulled away.
“I’ve had men tell me I’m hot before, but no one’s literally burst into flames at my appearance,” Noah said as he took his seat and smirked. “It’s quite the compliment.”
I dropped into my own chair, giving him a wry smile. “Keep wearing those sinful garments and I’m sure it’ll happen more often.”
One of his delicate brows arched. “I’ll admit, it’s been awhile since I’ve read a holy text, but I don’t think a tank top and jeans can be consideredsinful garments.”
“They could with the way you wear them,” I muttered. “But I wasn’t talking about them. I was referring to the scrap of lace that kept flashing at me like a fucking siren.”
Noah’s hand froze halfway to picking up the menu. His tongue flicked out over his lower lip. “You like lace?”
“I like you in lace.”
“You barely saw anything.”
“I saw enough.” I reached down and pointedly rearranged my still aching cock. “Let’s just say my imagination filled in the gaps.”
“I see.” Noah cleared his throat, opening his menu to hide his face. He didn’t do it fast enough though. I caught the dilation of his pupils and the delicate pink flush across his cheekbones. Even with the menu in the way, I could hear his elevated heartbeat. How his breaths were coming unnaturally fast.
Noah wants me.
It was another item for the list, but not one that mattered. Not when he was going to such pains to hide it from me.
