She’d had an orgasm only a few minutes ago, yet she already felt on edge. Like she could break apart at any second. “Don’t be nervous,” Noah said in that sexy-as-sin voice of his. She swore she could feel his warm breath brush across her skin, and she shivered. “I just want to make you feel good.” I just want to make you feel good. Those words were magic to her ears. He was already doing that, to the point that she felt almost too good. His mouth moved along the tops of her thighs, shifting upward to drop a kiss to one hipbone, then the other. He kissed across her stomach, soft, barely there touches that were warm and damp, sending shivers cascading throughout her body. She moved restlessly beneath him, wanting something else, something more, but unable to put it into words. “Shh.” He rested his hand on her stomach, his fingers sprawled wide, almost covering her abdomen entirely. “Relax, sweetheart.” And then he put his mouth right on her sex, kissing her there, his hands pushing her thighs open wider as he slid his tongue down the length of her aching center.
