Page 46 of They Are Mine

I keep touching him.

Long, deep strokes, letting myself feel every inch of him.

His breath deepens.

I imagine how he’d feel between my legs.

His body caging me in, pressing me into the bed, his weight pinning me down.

How he’d feel inside me.

How he’d sound.

Would he be soft at first? Careful? Would he hold back?

Or would he snap?

Would he finally let go and give me what I need?

God, I want to find out.

And I think…

I think it’s time.

Chapter Eight

Juliet

Noah shifts under my hands, exhaling another quiet, satisfied sigh as I keep kneading into his back.

I let my touch linger lower.

My fingertips graze the edge of his waistband. Just enough to tease. Just enough to make him notice.

And he does.

Because his shoulders tense, just for a second, before melting all over again.

He doesn’t stop me.

But he doesn’t move, either.

I smile.

Poor boy.

Still so careful.

Still thinking too much, even now.

That’s okay.

I’ll show him.

I press closer, letting my chest skim against his back.

Soft. Subtle. Deliberate.

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