Before You Go

TWENTY-TWO

“It’s just above the shoulders play for our first time,” Noah says.

I have to say, I’m looking forward to some actual touching. It’s been two weeks since we’ve started Noah’s experiment and we’ve been spending a lot of time together without so much as a real kiss.

Tonight should change all that.

I’ve done a little research on sensate focus on my own. I needed to know what was coming. Apparently, during stage one, a couple focuses on touching each other above the shoulders. Of course, since my control issues are a problem, it will be Noah touching me. I can’t guide him or tell him what to do. I have to let him take the lead.

Thankfully, touching below the collar isn’t allowed, so I’m safe. At least for now.

“I’ll only be touching you above here, Tab,” Noah encourages, tracing an imaginary line at my collarbone. “And maybe just a little kissing.” He winks.

“I’m learning that with you, just a little anything can be dangerous,” I say.

Noah looks flattered. “Really?”

“Mmmhmm,” I say. “But there’s no need to get all smug about it.”

Noah pulls me over to the chaise and tucks me in between his legs.

“Let’s get started,” he says, before releasing my hair from the rubber band. He fans the long strands out over my shoulders and weaves his fingers in until he reaches my scalp. And for the next few minutes, I’m the recipient of the most amazing scalp massage.

I’m so relaxed that Noah easily coaxes me back to rest on his chest. Once I’m settled, his fingers explore my face. It’s not long before I feel the heat simmering inside, especially when he captures my earlobe between his thumb and forefinger. He squeezes my ear in a strangely alluring way, and my nipples instantly tighten.

This is unfair.

So when his fingers move to my lips, I grab one of them with my teeth and bite it just to prove a point.

“Stop,” Noah scolds and flips me over to deliver a stinging smack to my ass. “You are not allowed to do that and you know it.”

“Oww,” I whine, shocked he just spanked me, but also a little turned on.

Okay, a lot turned on.

“We’re moving on.” Noah motions for me to turn around so we’re face to face. After I do, he grabs my legs behind the knee and pulls me to him. “To kissing.”

I swallow.

“There are rules, Tabitha.” He’s in bossy mode again. “I control the kiss.”

“So no kissing back then?” I ask innocently.

“Yes.” He smirks. “You have to participate, but you have to follow me.”

And with that, he doesn’t wait. He palms the back of my head and his lips take control of mine.