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Chapter Thirty-Nine

Holding my gaze in the darkness for a few seconds before his lips gently pressed against mine, it felt like it years since I'd kissed Noah properly.

As his soft, full lips eased mine open and his tongue began to slowly explore my mouth, my skin prickled with the thousands of tiny needles that only he could send shooting across its surface.

Pulling himself up onto his knees, he reached across and switched the bedside lamp back on. Its soft, golden glow illuminated his half naked body above me like some kind of heavenly creature. In the shadows of the low light, the definition of his muscles became even more sharp and I couldn't take my eyes off the way the birds tattooed on his abdomen seemed to swirl and dance across his skin as he breathed.

"I'm going to have to remove that lovely dress now, I'm afraid," he murmured, a knowing smile forming at the corner of his mouth.

I didn't reply as his fingers curled up under the hem and began to slowly pull the lacy material up my thighs, his eyes following the hemline as he pushed it further. I could feel the tingling he had taught me to crave growing between my legs.

With the dress up around my waist, Noah released his grip on it and lightly trailed his fingers down towards the smooth black silk of my underwear - my 'posh pants' as I called them. As he ran his fingertips over the front of the material, my body jerked at the light, yet intense, feel of his touch.

"Sit up," he whispered.

As I did as he instructed, like some kind of magician he whipped the dress up and over my head before I knew it.

"Christ. I didn't realise you weren't wearing a bra tonight," he said with a small gasp as my breasts spilled loose from their imprisonment.

"The dress was tight, I didn't want bulges," I replied, lowering my eyes to one side.

"Bulges?" Noah laughed gently. "There's nothing on you to even bulge."

Sitting there half naked, talking about bulges, my self-conscience suddenly switched back on. Reaching one hand across my stomach as the other crept up to cover my scar, Noah watched me with a look of confusion.

"What are you trying to hide?" He asked.

"I'm just... not used to this," I whispered, looking away from him again.

"Abi," he said firmly, as he took my chin in his hand and turned my head back round to face him. "You are flawless to me. Do you understand?"

I nodded gently but didn't say anything.

"Do you understand?" Noah repeated, his voice tinged with a hint of frustration. "You don't need to hide anything from me, especially not this," he added, as he gently pulled my hand away from my scar.

He traced his finger lightly across the raised skin surface. "This reminds me how lucky I am to still have you here," he smiled. "I was such a prick in the beginning and I could have lost you forever. But, for some reason I'll never know, you're here now with me. I want to see you. Every inch of you."

Placing my fingertips against his lips, he began to kiss them lightly, moving down my arm and across my shoulder until his mouth reached my neck.

Leaning me back against the headboard, Noah's mouth began to move slowly down to my chest, gently flicking his tongue across my nipples as he ran his fingers through my hair.

As his mouth moved lower down across my navel and he gently ran his tongue over my hipbone, he murmured against my skin. "I've wanted to do this since you first walked in tonight."

"I want to kiss you, Abi," he continued, looking up at me through his thick, dark lashes. "Not on your mouth, but down here..."

I gasped slightly at the suggestion; I was already burning between my thighs and the thought of his mouth on my most sensitive part made my stomach flip.