I had to show him he was wrong.
I arched my neck off of the pillow and angled my lips toward his ear and whispered, “Keep going.”
To my complete shock, he did.
Noah traced the line of my jaw with his mouth. He was braced above me and touched me nowhere else. Then he hooked one finger under the collar of my T-shirt and pulled it down into a slight V, exposing a triangle of skin. He kissed the hollow at the base of my throat. Then lower. Once.
I was spinning. Pinned to his mattress by the space between us but I was desperate to close it—desperate to feel his mouth on mine.
“Now?”
“No,” he whispered against my skin.
His mouth made me ache, sweet and furious. It was impossible to keep still, but when my body instinctively curved toward his, he drew away.
“Now?” I breathed.
“Not yet.” His lips found my skin again, this time beneath my ear.
Just when I thought I couldn’t possibly take any more, Noah lowered his mouth to the curve of my shoulder, and his teeth grazed my skin.
I was ignited, on fire, flooded with heat and ready to beg.
I thought I saw the smallest hint of a half-smile on his mouth, but it was gone before I could be sure. Because Noah’s gaze dropped from my eyes to my mouth, and then his lips brushed mine.
The kiss was so light I wouldn’t have believed it happened if I hadn’t watched. His lips were cloud soft and I wanted to feel them more. Harder. Fiercer. I ran my fingers through his perfect hair and wrapped my arms around his neck. Locked them there. Locked him in.
But then he unbound them. Pulled away and kneeled back until he was at the foot of the bed. “I’m still here.”
“I know,” I said, frustrated and breathless.
A smile lifted the corner of his mouth, lazy and sublime. “Then why do you look so angry?”
“Because,” I started. “Because you’re always in control.”
And I’m not. Not around you.
I felt and probably looked like a wild thing while Noah kneeled there like an arrogant prince. Like the world was his, should he choose to reach out and take it.
“You’re so calm,” I said out loud. “It’s like you don’t need it.” Need me, I didn’t say. But I could tell by the way his delinquent smile softened that he knew what I meant.
Noah moved forward, toward me, next to me then, the slender muscles in his arms flexing with the movement. “I’m not sure you can appreciate how much I want to lay you out before me and make you scream my name.”
My mouth fell open.
So why won’t you? I wanted to ask. “Why don’t you?”
Noah lifted a hand to the nape of my neck. Trailed one finger down my spine, which straightened at his touch. “Because part of you is still afraid. And I don’t want you to feel that. Not then.”
I wanted to argue that I wasn’t afraid anymore. That we kissed and he was still here and so maybe I did dream that he almost died, maybe it wasn’t real. But I couldn’t say any of those things, because I didn’t believe them.
This kiss was nothing like that one. When we kissed before, I didn’t know enough to even be afraid. Of myself. Of what I could do to him. I didn’t know enough to hold myself back.
Now I was too aware, hyperaware, and so the fear chained me.
And Noah could tell. “When you’re frightened, your pulse changes,” he said. “Your breath. Your heartbeat. Your sound. I can’t ignore that and I won’t, even if you think you want me to.”
It was excruciating, the wanting and the fear, and I felt hopeless. “What if I’m afraid forever?”
“You won’t be.” His voice was soft, but certain.
“What if I am?”
“Then I’ll wait forever.”
I shook my head fiercely. “No. You won’t.”
Noah smoothed the hair from my face. Made me look at him before he spoke. “There will come a moment when there’s nothing you want more than us. Together. When you’re free of every fear and there is nothing in our way.” Noah’s voice was sincere, his expression serious. I wanted to believe him.
“And then I’ll make you scream my name.”
I broke into a smile. “Maybe I’ll make you scream mine.”
31
A SLOW, ARROGANT SMILE FORMED ON NOAH’S lips. “Gauntlet thrown.” He drew away and unlocked his door. “I do so love a challenge.”
“Shame it isn’t the only one.”
“Agreed.” He tipped his head toward the hallway. “Come on.”
I rose, but before leaving his room, I grabbed the book. “Can I borrow this?”
“You can,” he said, holding his door open for me. “But I should warn you that I fell asleep on page thirty-four.”
“I’m motivated.”
Noah led me down the long hall, our footsteps muffled by the plush Oriental rugs beneath our feet. We turned several corners before he finally stopped in front of a door, withdrew something long and thin from his back pocket, and then proceeded to pick at an old-looking lock.
“That’s handy,” I said as it clicked.