I gasped, giving him access to sweep his tongue inside, while the rest of me freaked the fuck out. His heat countered the cold of the ice cream, and goosebumps raced across my skin. I made a needy little noise in the back of my throat—no regrets, I was a needy bitch—and his free hand slid into my hair. Noah used his hold to tilt my head back and devour me. Ice cream forgotten, I kissed him back with bare-knuckled desperation. He tasted like the bitter bite of espresso mixed with spiced vanilla, and I knew I’d never be able to drink coffee again without remembering this moment.
