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Noah’s mouth drops open. “Six months?No wonder you humped my leg.”
“Keep your voice down,” I hiss. “When didyoulast have sex?”
“Like, the day before I pulled you out of the water,” he replies. “As soon as I got back to Australia, I was in-touch with old hook-ups. Not doing anything since has been a struggle. My right hand has a permanent injury.”
My jaw nearly unhinges. “Noah!”
He looks perplexed. “What’ve you got against sex, anyway?”
“I don’t have anything against sex. I just don’t talk about it as freely as you.”
Noah straightens his shoulders. “I’m coming at this wrong. What do you love about sex? Seriously, what’s the best bit?”
I sigh. He’s not going to let this go. “I don’t know. It seems like a lot of hassle most of the time.” Noah frowns in disappointment, so I keep talking. “If I’m honest, my sexual experiences have never really been mind-blowing. Sure, they’ve been nice and connecting with someone intimately is wonderful, but that’s usually over after the honeymoon period. Sex has always been a bit lack-lustre for me. Maybe I’m not a good lover.”
Noah shakes his head vehemently. “No way that’s true.”
“It’s not a big deal, honestly,” I assure him.
Noah studies me. “You’ve had orgasms before, right?”
I cringe, but a choked laugh slips out. “Yes. A few.”
“Afew?”
“I know how to make it work for me during sex,” I explain.
“What about head?”
“I think we’re finished with this conversation.” I pat him on the cheek.
Noah grabs my hand. “Please tell me you enjoy head.” I almost laugh again at the seriousness of his expression, the way he’s almost holding his breath, waiting for my response. No one can deny that Noah has passion for the things he loves.
“I guess it’s nice enough?—”
Noah’s eyes spring to his hairline. “Nice? What the fuck?Nice?”
I wince. “There’s nothing wrong with nice.”
“Yes, there is.” Noah looks horrified, like I’ve personally insulted him.
“Can we drop this?”
Noah ignores my request. “This is a problem we must rectify.Nice.For fuck’s sake.”
As I shove my cosmetics case back into my duffle bag, my face burns as if branded by hot coals. “It’s not your issue. Chill out.”
Noah’s hand rests on my arm and I turn back to him, his eyes wide with earnest, and something that looks like hope. He swallows loudly before speaking. “Let me show you.”
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MILLIE
Lie down
“What?”
“Let me show you how good it can be.” Noah’s voice has dropped an octave, the deep, husky tones of his proposal shooting straight to the place between my thighs.
