Page 61 of Keeping Guard
When she could breathe again, she opened her eyes to see Noah watching her, and if that wasn’t an all-male satisfied smile on his face, she’d eat her hat. Well, she would if she owned one. She gave him her own extremely satisfied smile. “That beat shelling beans hands down.”
He blinked. “Say what?”
“Did I say that out loud? I only meant to think it.” She frowned. “I never once thought of beans when you were doing that. Did you know that’s the first time a man has put his mouth on me like that? It was amazing. Amazing isn’t even a good enough word. Will you do it again? You didn’t think it was gross, did you? It didn’t seem like—”
Noah smiled. “I’m like one of Pavlov’s dogs. Every time you chatter like a magpie, I have to do this.” He leaned over the bed, put his hands alongside her head, lowered his mouth to hers, and kissed her speechless. After stealing all her words, he lifted his head, and stared down at her. “Anything else you need to say?”
“More?”
“You want more, princess? Not to worry. There’s so much more I’m going to show you. And just so you know, it will all beat shelling beans.” Damn, she amused him.
“I’ve already admitted that much, but can you beat brewing beer? That’s my ultimate challenge.”
“I guess you’ll have to be the judge of that.” He stood, pushed his jeans down, then stepped out of them. Her gaze zeroed in on his boxers, or more accurately, his erection pushing against the material.
She pointed a finger at his crotch. “I want that.”
“And you shall have it.” This woman. She could easily be the one if he’d met her at any other time.
In a few weeks, a month at the most, he’d be gone. Until then, he was hers. He’d show her what she should expect—what she deserved—from a man, and then she’d never again settle for less. And if it felt like the sharp point of an arrow had just pierced his heart at the thought of never seeing her again, it was what it was.
Chapter Twenty
“Well, hello there,” Peyton said when Noah shed his boxer briefs. “That’s some impressive stuff you got there.”
“Stuff?” He laughed. “The princess can’t say cock?”
“Correct, she cannot.” She loved hearing him laugh. He was so different tonight from the brooding man she was used to. He’d probably revert back to that man tomorrow, but if she could help him be happy once, she could do it again. And she would, for however long she had him.
“Up.” He tugged on the pillow he’d placed under her.
“How do you want me?”
“So many ways.”
“That wasn’t what I meant, and you know it.” The many ways intrigued her, though. She scooted up, giving him room on the bed. He stretched out beside her, and she waited to see what he’d do now.
“Close your eyes.”
“Why?” She wanted to watch everything he did.
“Because I said so.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Not a thing if you don’t close your eyes.”
She huffed an annoyed breath but obeyed. When nothing happened, she peeked through one slitted eye.
“No cheating. Here’s what’s going to happen,” he said after she’d closed her eyes again. “You won’t know where I’m going to touch you until I do. Your senses will be heightened, and you’ll try to anticipate what’s going to happen. You’re going to like this, I promise.”
“If you say so.” She didn’t see how it could be better than seeing him do things to her.
“Keep them closed even when you think nothing is happening or I’ll stop.”
He didn’t do anything for what seemed like a full minute, and it was torture. Then he blew on her nipple, and she gasped. It was unexpected and really nice. Was that his tongue now swirling around that same nipple? That was more than nice. It was incredible. Just as she was getting into what he was doing, he stopped. She whined in protest.
“Oooh,” she said when he pinched the other nipple, sending an electrical shock through her. “Do that again.”
