Page 68 of Noel
I’m never letting her go.
Chapter22
Holly
My hands tremble slightly, but I don’t regret saying it.
I meant every word.
I want him.
Not just the bodyguard.Not just the fantasy.
I wantNoel.
He stares at me like I’ve knocked the air out of him.Then he moves, slow and sure, until he’s standing right in front of me.
Not touching, not rushing—justthere.
A wall of heat and hunger and something else I don’t have a name for yet.
“You think I only want one night?”he asks, voice low and dangerous like velvet stretched tight.
My heart lurches.
“I—don’t you?”
His knuckles brush down my arm, and I shiver.
“No, Tinsel,” he says the nickname he gave me like a vow.“you’re wrong.I want youforever.But I’ll take whatever you give me as long as you promise not to shut me out.”
And just like that, the floor drops out from under me.
Because that?That wasn’t casual.
That wasn’t just sex.
That was something deeper.
Realer.And scarier than anything I’ve ever known.
He cups my face and kisses me so gently it breaks me wide open.There’s nothing demanding in it—just reverence, heat, the kind of softness you don’t expect from a man built like a tank and trained like a soldier.
But then his hands move—down my neck, across my shoulders, tracing the line of my spine—and I feel the spark turn into a blaze.
“Noel,” I whisper against his lips, gripping his shirt like a lifeline.
He pulls back just enough to see my face.
“You good?”
I nod.
“Just don’t stop.”
He doesn’t.
He kisses me again, harder this time, like he’s memorizing me.My mouth, my breath, the way I moan when his tongue slides against mine.
