Page 109 of Prove Me Wrong
“I take it you like those, too?” his honeyed timbre teases.
Sinking my teeth into my lip, my eyes drop to the buttons of his pants, where I stop. I don’t know why this feels like such a big step, but it makes my nerves fizz in my blood, rushing to heat my face and core.
“Grey, we don’t have to do anything you're not comfortable with,” Noah utters, causing my eyes to flutter back up to his.
“No. I want to. I just—” His hands grab my wrists, holding them on his lower stomach. My pulse quickens as I gulp down a nervous lump. “Can we go slow?”
“Yes, we can go as slow as you need.”
Eyes dropping back down, he lets go of my hands, giving me the freedom to go at my own pace. By the tightness in his jeans, I can tell he’s ready for this, but Noah’s being patient, just like I asked him to be weeks ago.
The metal buttons sting my skin for a beat before I unloop them, stilling my hands. Chest heaving, Noah takes over, pushing them down to the floor, shaking them off his ankles. Standing in only his briefs, my eyes freeze on what’s underneath, knowing that the last time a man was this bare in front of me, I was terrified.
“Mia.” I drag my gaze up, face burning to see his smirk. “Just look at my pretty eyes you like so much.”
That makes my lips quirk as his hands reach for my neck, gently cupping my face. “My turn.” I watch his irises twinkle as if they have stardust colouring them. “I like your hair. I love your eyes.” My smile widens. “Your freckles. Your nose. Your cheekbones. Your neck.”
He moves closer, his hand dragging down. I feel his lips grazing the skin of my throat. Eyes closing, I can’t keep in the moan that escapes my mouth. It’s so delicate, Noah holding me like I’m precious.
“I like your collarbone.” He kisses it. “I like your arms. Your chest.”
My heart beats wildly as his fingers glide to pull off my oversized jacket, leaving me in a loose tee and pants. Noah then lifts my top, eyeing me for permission. I dip my chin, allowing him to take it off.
Standing in front of him in a lacey bra and pants, Noah groans, palms feeling my sides, stopping on my waist. “I like how soft your skin is,” he murmurs, moving to the zip of my denim jeans.
Gulping, I control my breathing as he pulls them down and lifts my lean legs one at a time to pull them off.
My skin feels alive as he stands at full height again. Clothing at our feet, I wait for him to make the next move, because my hands begin to shake again.
“Are you okay?”
Blinking up at him, I nod slowly, thankful he’s making sure to ask before continuing. Sucking in air, I feel his fingers trail to my back, crawling up until the snaps of my bra open and it slides off my arms, dropping on the floor. I let go of my breath as Noah’s eyes sweep over my exposed chest.
“I love your chest,” he corrects himself, swallowing. I get the feeling that maybe he’s just as nervous as I am.
Removing the last of his clothing, my chest rattles as he stands completely exposed in front of me. I absentmindedly swipe my tongue along my lip, and Noah tracks the movement, eyelids shuttering.
“No compliment?” His dimples appear again.
I huff out a laugh. “I don’t think anything I’d say will do you justice.” My face is definitely crimson in tone now. Noah lazily grins. “You’re perfect,” is all I murmur before he steps even closer, his skin so close to mine that I can feel his warmth radiating, mixing with mine as he does the same thing with my underwear.
Once they’re off, his eyes glaze over me, taking in every inch of my skin. His face shows how much adoration he has for my body. “I think you’re the perfect one,” he whispers before putting his hands back on my waist.
Butterflies swarm my insides. My eyes don’t move from his as he brings his lips to mine, pressing them deeply. My hands cling to his skin, feeling so close to him. My anxiety seeps away knowing this is what I’ll be craving all the time, his skin flush with mine.
Cupping my face, our lips move together, breathing each other in for a long minute before he moves away, my lips feeling swollen. He turns on the shower. When it’s warm enough, he pulls me in with him.
We kiss and touch while under the hot spray until I think my fingers might start pruning. Shutting it off, Noah grabs me a towel to dry myself off before he leads me to his bed. My skin heats again as I fall onto the covers beside him.
Lying on my side, Noah’s fingers run up my sides tantalisingly slow, gaze heavy with passion. He grabs my chin, holding me up against him. My body flames all over as he moves on top of me, my heart growing as my throat works.
“Grey. We don’t have to,” Noah whispers as he leans up on his elbows, gazing down at me beneath him, our bodies flush against each other.
Silently, I think about everything. About every little thing Noah has done for me. Bringing me flowers, coffee, and his racing top. Every compliment he’s given me. Every time I’ve caught him smiling at me, thinking I didn’t notice. How patient and gentle he’s been. How loving and caring he is.
My eyes start to water as his golden brows pull together. “Mia?” Concern laces his tone.
My head shakes, blinking as a tear runs down my cheek. I smile, knowing that is exactly what I want, and I want it with him. “I want to give you my everything.” My voice is barely audible as his breath brushes against mine.
