NovelEnglishChapter 0197
“Are you sore here, too?” he murmured.
My face reddened, my teeth instinctively working my lower lip. But | nodded, if only to see how far he would go.
Slowly and gently, but firmly, he began to press into my thighs. | squirmed again, my hips grinding into the soft
cushion. Was he going to...?
There was no helping the soft gasp that escaped my lips when it happened-when his fingers moved up, up, no
longer even kneading into my muscles, but rather reaching... For my panties. And then, like an electric shock,
they pressed into the thin lace.
My mouth hung open, but his gaze didn’t waver. Those deep, dark green eyes of his bored intoas his fingers
pressed harder there, deeper until | thought | might lose myself entirely.
And all the while, he never once looked away.
| didn’t know what was happening, why he was doing this. But | knew why | didn’t move away from his touch: |
wanted it. This. Him.
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But then, it was over just as quickly as it had begun. With a flick of his wrist, he pulled his fingers out from
underneath my skirt, slowly raising them to the light. If it was even possible, my face flushed harder upon seeing
the slight sheen to his fingertips.
| was wet. Gushing, really.
For a moment, | wasn’t sure what Noah might do-leap onto me, maybe? Takeright there, on the living room
floor? Or maybe run for the hills?
He didn’t do any of those things. Rather, he simply sighed, wiped his fingers on his trousers, and stood.
“Goodnight,” he muttered before turning on his heel and striding from the room.
Noah's POV
Noah tossed and turned in the guest bed, the springs creaking beneath him. Goddess, he needed to upgrade the
bed for this room; it was hardly any better than the sofa in his office.
Sighing, Noah sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He stood and padded out of the room,
shirtless, and made his way toward the kitchen for a glass of water.
“Noah...”
A soft voice caused him to stop in the pitch black hallway. With his heart thundering in his chest, he turned,
expecting Hannah to be standing there-a nightmare, maybe? Or perhaps she couldn't sleep, either?
But Hannah wasn’t there. Rather, the sound was coming from the room next door-their marriage bed, long since
turned into her private chambers. The door was cracked open ever so slightly, a dim light spilling out into the
hallway,
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“Noah...”
Frowning, Noah leaned closer. If she needed him, then she certainly could have called more loudly for him rather
than whispering under her breath like a ghost in the night. But as he drew nearer to the door, he began to realize
that she wasn’t calling for him at all-not really, anyway.
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Carefully so as not to alert her, Noah peered through the cracked door. And his eyes widened when he saw what
was inside.
There was Hannah, eyes shut, all but her head and shoulders hidden beneath the thin white sheet. But she
wasn't sleeping, oh no; her hands were moving under the covers.
Her hands were moving...
“Noah,” she whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut tighter. “Oh...”
Noah stood frozen in the doorway. The bedside lamp, casting a gentle glow onto her slender frame, illuminated
the white sheets. From where he stood, he could just make out the silhouette of her nude body, her back arching
and her fingers swirling.
Was she...?
Suddenly, her eyes snapped open, a gasp not of ecstasy, but of fear escaping her lips.
It was all Noah could do to slip behind the wall before she saw him watching her.
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