Page 75 of Into The Light
Without a word, without warning, she slips her hands down my arms, to my ribs, down my sides to my hips. Hooks her fingers into elastic and runs them around to my navel, pulling away. Tugs down, past a raging erection so hard I could use it to drive nails.
My hands curl into fists at my sides as she lowers my underwear until they drop, and I step out of them.
Naked with her.
Holy shit.
I meet her eyes—she's locked on my gaze, nibbling at her lower lip. Slowly, she drags her gaze away from mine and down.
"Oh," she breathes. "Oh…my…god.”
Her eyes are wide, shocked. "Wow. Just…wow."
Cheeks burning, lungs frozen solid, I have no clue what to say, how to react. So I don't—I just try to breathe and hold still.
She blinks, gnawing on her lip. "Bear…" she shakes her head. "I don't know what I'm gonna do with all that."
"Don't have to do anything you don't want to," I say.
"Have to?" She steps closer, hands going to my ribs. "Wantto.Getto.”
"Noelle," I growl. "Killing me."
“Talk to me." She leaves a little space between us, just the tips of her breasts touching my chest.
"Want you. Need you. But I've got no fucking clue what to do."
She sighs, a sound of relief. “I’m so glad you said that, because me either." She licks her lips. "Let’s take a shower. I’m freezing."
Twelve
NOELLE
Dear Lord, help me.
It's a prayer, not an epithet.
I have absolutely no clue what I'm doing. We're naked together, and I’m scared out of my mind, and he keeps saying the most perfect things to me, settling my nerves the moment they flare. Touching me like I’m spun glass, reverent and worshipful. Kissing my belly.
Sniffing me—scenting me, like I’m perfume.
But his…um.
You know.
It's freakingenormous. I mean, I sort of had the idea that it would be—no part of him is small.
But holy Moses.
That thing ishuge.
Having no frame of reference besides Brennan, I don't know how it compares to the norm, but my guess is that since every other part of him is beyond the pale, this is, too.
I shy away from figuring out what to call it, even in my own head—dratted hyper-religious upbringing.
I want to be daring.
Bold.
