Good Girl (Love Unexpectedly 2)

I smile, trying to disguise how much his words mean to me. How much I needed to hear them. “If you say so. Is the inquisition over?” I ask.

“It is,” he says. “I have all the information I need to make my decision.”

“What is it that you’re deciding?”

“Whether or not to do this.” He pulls back, sliding down my body, slowly, kissing every part of me that he passes in his downward descent.

I’m no dummy. I know where he’s going, and my brain orders me to stop him, yet the words don’t come out.

But then he passes my throbbing center, lips skimming over my thighs, brushing the inside of my knees before moving back up again.

He looks up at me, his eyes so full of promise, so full of need, that my intention to tell him to stop dies on my lips.

“I won’t if you don’t want me to, Jenny,” he says. “I won’t move even an inch closer if you don’t say the words.”

My breathing quickens as I realize both the gift and the tremendous torture he’s handing me. It’s my choice. I can cross this line with Noah, a guy I’ve known only a few weeks, a guy I might never see again after I resume my normal life.

Or I can wait for…

For who?

For what?

Somewhere in my heart, I know that it doesn’t get better than what I’m feeling right now. Not just the physical pleasure, although that’s certainly there, in a major way. But the way he watches me when he thinks I’m not looking, the thoroughness with which he takes care of me and Dolly, the quiet goodness of him…

I want this. I want it all with him, no matter how short our time together.

“I want it,” I say, my teeth digging into my bottom lip so hard I think I might draw blood.

“You want what?” he says, his breath warm on my core.

“Noah.”

He pulls away. “It’s got to be your choice, princess. I’m not taking anything you don’t want to give.”

“I want to give,” I say, a little desperately. “I’ve wanted it since that day you told me to imagine your tongue on me.”

He freezes for a second before a smile slowly crosses his face. “So you have been thinking of that.”

I nod.

“Me too,” he whispers huskily.

I hold his gaze, pleading, but he won’t let me off the hook. “What do you want, Jenny?”

I close my eyes and leap. “Lick me.”

“Good girl,” he says with a quiet chuckle as he lowers himself to the mattress once more, supporting his weight on his elbows as his broad shoulders nudge my thighs apart and I let them fall open.

I don’t know what I’m expecting, but it’s not for him to slide his hands under my butt, lifting me up so I’m like a feast to be devoured.

“You want me to stop at any time, say the word, Jenny Dawson.”

And then he lowers his mouth to me, his tongue stroking up the center, licking me with a thoroughness that makes us both groan.

We both know I’m never going to want him to stop. Not ever.

Noah destroys me. His tongue and lips are everywhere, his big hands holding me immobile as he explores every inch of my sensitive flesh, his tongue moving in hot, wet strokes.