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“I can fix that.”

Now that we were free, Noah rolled over me. His weight pinned me to the bed and he kissed the fiery pinpricks that Salem had left. “Am I bleeding?”

“You are not.”

“Good.”

He glanced up at me. “No promises for the future though. Their claws are sharper than my razor.”

“Gotta have their weapons. Keep themselves safe,” I murmured. Noah’s face evened out, eyes searching mine. “The way you keep me safe.”

The smile on his mouth didn’t make it all the way to his eyes. “You’re not a kitten.”

“Thank goodness.”

The air hung breathless between us, leading to something. Finally, I broke the silence. “Last night—”

“Wasn’t nearly enough,” Noah growled.

The words that were on my tongue disappeared under his. I’d already known that he could kiss. Kissing him while pinned by his naked body was another experience entirely.

I tested, seeing how far he’d let me go. Pushing on his shoulders, he moved with me, letting me flip us until I was sprawled across him. “You did all the work last night. I didn’t get a chance to see you. All of your ridiculous, unreal muscles.”

Those already dark blue eyes grew a shade darker. “Keep saying things like that and I may not be able to give you the chance right now.”

I smirked before leaning down, mimicking what he’d done to me just now by kissing his chest. The dusting of hair there that led toward his already hard cock. Which was exactly what I’d imagined. Better. But there was no way a man like Noah could be anything less than perfect when it came to that.

There was big dick energy, and then there was the energy that Noah carried. Easy energy. So confident and secure in himself that he didn’t even need to joke about having that energy.

And no, he most certainly didn’t need to joke about the size of his dick.

I ran my hands over the lines of his muscles, tracing along his ribs where even there it seemed like he had some. His abs contracted under my fingers and Noah’s breathing sped up as I explored him. I pretended not to notice his hands curl into fists, desperate to reach for me, fighting the just-as-desperate urge to let me do this.

“How do you like it?” I asked.

His voice was barely in control. “I like whatever you do.”

I rolled my eyes. “Noah.”

Wrapping my hand around him, I watched his face as I stroked. Soft and gentle. Teasing. There was pleasure there, but it wasn’t what he loved.

A little harder, then. He jerked in my hand. “Getting closer.”

Noah pressed his lips together to keep from smiling. He was enjoying this.

I gripped him harder, squeezing him as I drew my hand back up, and he groaned. His eyes rolled back in his head. “There it is. Two can play this game.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said. Far too innocently.

“Sure you don’t.”

Of course he didn’t know. After he’d found every little place on my body that made me jump and moan and used them to make me see fucking stars.

I didn’t wait longer, leaning down and pressing my lips to his skin. Dragging them up his shaft until I could slip my mouth over him and savor the sound that he made. Dark. Raw. Like last night when we’d given in and nothing had mattered but how hard we could drive into each other.

Every muscle in Noah’s body was taut with that same tension, ready to take and fuck and make sure we both drowned in pleasure again. I wanted him to.

But this came first.