Zoe POV

Noah pauses.

A fraction of a second—just long enough for me to feel it—and then he makes a sound against me that is entirely satisfied and entirely hungry, and presses closer, and the sound I make in response is not something I’m going to think about right now.

He’s relentless. That’s the word. Not just thorough—relentless, the way he is about everything he decides to commit to, his tongue working with a precision that finds exactly what it’s looking ...