Don't you dare stop.
The words hung in the air between them. Final. Irreversible.
Noah's eyes darkened. His hand tightened on her hip. "You're sure?"
"I've never been more sure of anything."
He kissed her. Hard and deep and claiming. His hands slid down her sides, memorizing every curve. Every dip. Like he was trying to learn her by touch alone.
She arched into him, wanting more. Wanting everything.
He pulled back, breathing hard. "I need to ask you something first."
"Okay."
"How much experience do you have?" His voice was gentle. Careful. "I need to know so I don't hurt you."
Heat flooded her face. She looked away. "Not much."
"Leighton. Look at me."
She did. His expression was soft. No judgment. Just concern.
"A couple times," she admitted. "In college. It wasn't... it was aw
