Chapter Thirty-Eight: Rebecca's Rant

Noah was so unsure, so hesitant that it bothered me on a very deep level. This wasn't the man I met, the man that had begun to introduce me to sexy, sensual delights that kept me panting and wanting more. I wanted that man back... I needed that man back. I would do anything to have him back. I leaned back a bit so I could gaze into his eyes. I could almost swear I could see all the tumbling mixed emotions racing through them, and I wanted nothing more than to put him at ease.

"Yes, Sir," I whispered back.

Noah moaned in approval as his hands reached up and gently cupped my face. Slowly, he leaned down as if expecting me to revoke my permission at any time. He was treating me so delicately that it would have been sweet if it had been what I wanted. But it wasn't. I wanted, needed his passion; pure, unbridled, hungry passion.