Above the Noise by Michelle Kemper Brownlow Read Free Book Online

knew I’d just given him permission to ask me something that I didn’t know how to answer.
    “What’s your heart telling you?”
    “Calon, there’s no way I can describe it as beautifully as you just did. So, you’re gonna have to bear with me.” He nodded. His beautiful eyes were still, hopeful. “I’ve had a lot of boyfriends. There’s been a lot of sex. A lot.” He chuckled and shook his head. “But, that’s all any relationship I’ve ever had has been based on. I was with Shawn for less than two years, and that’s the longest I’ve ever been with one guy. All… all … those relationships, though.” I picked my hands up off his back and tangled my fingers in the hair at the base of his neck. “All those relationships were shallow. I’ve never experienced anything this deep before, and it’s blowing my mind. I never would’ve entertained all our nothing-but-talk nights with any of those other guys, but it’s been so different with you, Calon. You’ve moved in far deeper than my surface, and it scares the shit out of me, but, at the same time, it feels like something I’ve wanted all along but never even knew.”
    He fisted my hair gently with both hands and kissed me with an eagerness that had me melting beneath him. It was like the flood gates opened and any walls we’d had started crashing down around us. I tried hard to keep up my tough exterior over the last couple months. I rebuilt my walls every time he’d leave my dorm in the wee hours of the morning, but I never seemed to get them as high or as strong as the one before. Finally, the night we kissed the first time, I knew it was futile. He’d wrecked me.
    “Becki?” He sighed my name as a question, and his hot breath enveloped my mouth just before his lips took their place on mine.
    “Yeah?” It was all I could muster from inside his kiss. His lips were sucking the life right out of me. The guy could kiss, holy shit, could he kiss.
    “Can you remind me where second base is?” I felt his mouth curl into a sexy smirk against mine.
    “Honey, if you have to ask, you’re not ready for what’s there.” My mouth burned from his passionate kisses and the wayward scruffy traveler look.
    “I’m ready, Becks.” He straightened his arms until he hovered over me. He looked down at my cami and tossed his head to the side.
    “You want it, you gotta get it yourself, rock star.” I raised one eyebrow and tried to keep my cool when really my insides quaked. The look on his face when he realized it was up to him to get me out of my shirt was a cross between sheer panic and unadulterated lust. He sat back, took each side of my cami in his hands and gently pulled it up and over my head.
    I smiled, and his eyes raked over my body, like he was preparing to memorize every square inch. “You’re. So. Beautiful.”
    He laid his hands on my stomach and drew them up to my ribcage until each of his hands cupped one of my breasts. I watched every move he made; every shiver, every breath. His thumbs moved across my raised nipples, and then he gasped. My eyes shot to his.
    “I’ve never… I want… oh, Becki.” I had no idea what he was trying to communicate and at that moment, it could wait. He leaned down and lightly kissed my lips then kissed my collar bone. He dragged his face across one of my breasts, and as I watched, his lips parted. They touched every part of me, but he didn’t take me into his mouth. Then he repeated the same with my other breast. My eyes closed, my fingers dug into his shoulders, and I arched my back, which increased the pressure of his mouth on me. Still he just touched, didn’t taste. I closed my eyes and with each brush across my overly sensitive skin, I silently begged him to taste me.
    “Oh, Calon.” I tangled my fingers in his hair and tried to chase away the nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach. Sex for sex’s sake didn’t make me nervous, but what Calon Ridge could do to me would make me lose control. And