My body was an inferno, and Noah’s touch drove the flames higher and higher. He knew just how to kiss and suck and move. I couldn’t hold a thought in my head, rapidly cycling through prayers to various deities and nonsense phrases like a short-circuiting toy. The only thing between us was a scrap of lace from my thong, and at this point, it was so wet I might as well have worn nothing. I tilted and rolled my hips, panting as I hit the bundle of nerves with every upward stroke. “God, Noah, don’t stop,” I moaned.
