The Venus Fix

Twenty-Eight

When I came, it was sharp and intense and hard-won. Noah had been waiting for it, holding back until he felt my body stiffen, and then he let go, moaning into my ear. The same ear he had been gently and patiently whispering into-a breeze of words that had, in the end, been the same mantra that urged me into an orgasm.

When he rolled off me he didn’t disengage completely, but left our sides touching and our legs crossed. Once he’d caught his breath, he reached out and played with my hair.

“I can’t stop,” he said. “I’m exhausted but I can’t keep my hands off you.”

“I’m flattered.” I kissed him lightly on his lips.

After I pulled away, I saw him open his mouth and then shut it, as if he had been about to say something and changed his mind. Sometimes I wished I wasn’t so damn observant. I didn’t want to be an expert at sensing and noticing and understanding other people’s emotional states when I was involved. I closed my eyes.

“I’m not going to give up on you, you know,” he said.

“What does that mean?”

“You don’t know?”

I opened my eyes and looked at him. “I have no idea.” And I didn’t. His words had caught me by surprise.

“Are you as afraid of us as you seem to be?”

“You know, Detective Jordain, it’s not in the slightest bit sexy for you to lie here and psychoanalyze me.”

“Au contraire, my dear. It’s utterly sexy. Two of us, naked and glistening with lovemaking, and me figuring out your very complicated brain. There’s nothing I’d rather be doing.”

I laughed. He leaned over and kissed me. Not a light and teasing kiss as mine had been a minute before, but a long kiss, with his lips pressed tight against mine, letting it last and linger, taking my breath away. He knew that, too.

“You’re completely relaxed now, aren’t you?”

“Hmm.”

“Good. Just lie there now. There’s more I want to do to you.”

With his hands on me, the way he was holding me, I couldn’t have thought about anything else if I’d wanted to.