But you’ve had experience. What if I’m boring? What if I’m bad lay? Believe me, baby, the risk here is on me, not you.”
I looped one arm around his neck. “I’m not one bit worried about that.”
“Good. Then don’t worry about yourself, either. Okay?”
“All right.” I nodded. “I’ll try.”
“I’m not saying that we have to have sex tonight, either.” He brushed my hair over my shoulder, smiling as he gazed down into my eyes. “But I’m glad we had this talk. Communication is important.”
“It is,” I agreed. “But you know one thing that’s bad about communication?”
“What’s that?”
I shifted so that I was straddling his thighs, one knee on either side of him. “Talking about sex makes me horny. It makes me want to touch you.”
A grin split his face. “Don’t let me stop you, baby.”
I laughed and angled my head, lowering my mouth to his and pressing my center to the ridge beneath his pants. Noah grunted slightly and slid his arms around me, holding me close as he nudged my mouth open and began stroking my tongue with his.
We broke the kiss just long enough for him to pull my shirt over my head.
“Take yours off, too,” I urged. “Your chest is gorgeous. I want to set up camp and live there.”
“You’re welcome to do that any time you want.” With one hand, he reached back, grabbed the neck of his T-shirt, and wrenched it over his head and off. “Any of my body parts are at your disposal.”
“Good to know.” I flattened my palms against his pecs, reveling in the feel of the hard muscles beneath. “You are built like a sculpture, Noah. Just utter perfection.”
“I’m not perfect, baby, but if my body makes you hot, I’m happy about that.” Two of his thick fingers curled around the cup of my bra, gently easing it down to expose one rosy nipple. Noah’s breath caught, and the tip of his tongue darted out over his lips.
“This is okay, right?” he rasped, lifting my breast, still mostly covered by the bra cup, in the cradle of his hand. “You’re all right with me kissing you here?”
“Oh, yeah.” I arched my back, giving him more access. “Kiss, suck, bite, pinch . . . it’s all good. It’s beyond good, actually. Just . . .” I curved my hand around the back of his neck and guided his head to my nipple. “Just please, touch me and do it now. I’m dying here, Noah. I need you.”
He growled then, a guttural, almost animalistic noise coming from his chest before he caught the sensitive tip of my breast between his lips. His touch was soft and delicate at first, as if he was getting acquainted with my boobs, and then he sucked hard, drawing the hard, shriveled peak deeper into the hot recess of his mouth.
“That’s good?” he mumbled, dropping kisses on the swell of my breast. “It feels good?”
“Amazing.” It was only natural that Noah was going to seek approval at first, I thought, until we found our rhythm and knew what each other liked. I smoothed one hand over the back of his head. “Your mouth is incredible. Do you want me to get the bra out of the way, so you can work better?” I smiled at him as I reached behind me to find the hook.
“Let me.” He knocked my hand out of the way and found the clasp. I expected him to fumble with it—most men did, at least at first—but with a flick of his fingers, it was open and sagged down my arms. I shook it off and tossed it away.
“Emma.” Noah dipped his head down to give attention to my other boob. “I always knew you were beautiful, baby, but this is even better than my dreams.” He lifted me from his lap to sit on the couch, ranging his body over mine.
“Have you dreamed about me? About this?” I settled back in the corner of the sofa and gave him free rein to pleasure me.
“Maybe once or twice.” He flickered a quick smile, glancing up at my face before returning his attention to my chest, palming one breast. “Or possibly one or two hundred times. But let me tell you, babe, reality is a hell of a lot better than fantasy.”
“What kind of things did you think about?” I watched his mouth lower to suckle on one nipple while his fingers continued to perform their maddening play on the other side. “Tell me about