Page 23 of Just My Type (The Boston Hearts #3)

The Ferris wheel stops at the top again, and Noah cups my face in his hands.

My breath stutters at the intensity in his eyes, the cool metal of his wedding band against my cheek a strange sort of comfort.

“I want to help you, Han. I think you’re a brilliant writer, and if you need me to, I’ll tell you that every day.

I’ll text it to you in the middle of the night.

I’ll hire a plane to write the words in the sky.

Also, like I said, I’m glad to be here with you.

For any time we spend together. More time with you sounds exactly like how I want to spend all my free moments before I start my new job. Say yes, Gorgeous.”

Noah strokes my cheeks with both his thumbs.

For a split second, his gaze falls to my lips.

His eyes swirl with emotion and something else I can’t quite name, and suddenly I want him more than breath.

His words fill something deep inside me.

A space left empty by years of tolerating less than I deserved, accepting less when I should have been demanding everything.

And there’s only one answer. I take a deep breath and leap.

“Yes.”

I expect that wide grin to spread over his face.

For him to say something funny or cheerful or charming.

What I don’t expect is for his eyes to go stormy.

For his gaze to sharpen with need. For him to slide even closer to me on the bench until my back is pressed against the side of the gondola and the heat of him crowds my front as we remain suspended high in the sky.

“We should probably talk about how this is going to work.” My voice is a whisper.

“We should.” His voice is a rasp.

“I don’t even know how long I’m staying in Boston.” My eyes rove his face.

“You’re here right now.” He slides even closer.

“I still don’t want to tell anyone.” My hand goes to his chest.

“You’re the boss.” One of his hands slides back to tangle in my hair.

“What is happening right now?” I ask the question, already knowing the answer.

Noah leans in and kisses one of my cheeks. The other. My forehead. His breath hot against my skin. “Unless you say no, I’m going to kiss my wife. Are you saying no, Hannah?”

I couldn’t, even if I tried.

“Kiss me.”

And he does.

Noah kisses the corner of my mouth, then the other.

He brushes his lips against mine, softly, teasingly, like we have all the time in the world.

He sighs against my lips, like he’s been waiting for this forever, and I have the strangest feeling that I have too.

Pulling back, his eyes meet mine, search mine, like he’s looking for something, and I don’t know if he finds it or not, but the look in his eyes has a shiver working its way down my spine .

“Hannah.”

My name has never sounded the way it does coming from his mouth.

Like a plea. Like I’m the answer to every question.

And then he’s sliding his other hand to the back of my neck, tipping my head back as he seals his mouth over mine.

I curl my fingers into Noah’s T-shirt, opening for him when he strokes his tongue over my bottom lip.

My stomach swoops and swirls, heat exploding in my belly as his tongue licks into my mouth to taste. To plunder. To devour.

A groan rumbles from his chest, and I feel it everywhere.

All I can think is this , this , this . This is what it feels like to be kissed.

To be wanted. To be desired. It occurs to me, up here high in the sky, with Noah’s soft lips on mine and his hands angling my head to hold me exactly where he wants me, that I’ve never felt it before.

Except then I realize I have.

In a flash, I’m not at the top of a Ferris wheel. I’m in the dark hallway at the back of a Vegas karaoke bar, pressed against the concrete wall. Noah is hard against my stomach and his mouth is on mine in a kiss that tastes like whiskey and sin.

Then and now tangle together. I know, and I think he does too.

Noah pulls back and we stare at each other. His lips are wet and the rise and fall of his chest matches mine.

“We’ve done this before.” He takes the words right out of my head and all I can do is nod. “That night,” he says, tunneling his fingers deeper into my hair. “At the karaoke bar.”

“You remember too.”

“Suddenly I remember a lot of things,” he says, his voice low, his face close to mine.

“What else?” I’m both afraid to ask and dying to know.

“I remember that I’d never tasted anything as sweet as your lips. I remember thinking that I wanted to kiss you forever. I’m thinking the same thing now.”

“Me too,” I whisper, the truth of it searing through my veins .

“I remember thinking I wanted to do a lot more than kiss you. I want to do a lot more than kiss you right now.” I try and look away, but Noah’s firm hold on my neck keeps my eyes on him. “Eyes on me, Gorgeous. What happened in your head just now?”

“Nothing, it’s just that…it’s been a while for me.” It’s not a lie, but not the whole truth either. It hasn’t been that long since the night everything went to shit in terrifying fashion, but it’s been forever since it meant something. Maybe it’s never meant anything. Until now.

Noah looks at me with understanding eyes. “You told me something else that night.”

“Ugh, what?”

“Something about never having any orgasms. With…with your ex.” Noah makes a face like even the thought of Brett is horrid.

I close my eyes and groan, embarrassment heating my cheeks. “Drunk me is such a disloyal bitch.”

Noah laughs and waits until I open my eyes before he talks again. “Is it true?”

I shrug and think, what the hell. “Yeah. He sucked in bed. Like, was epically, terribly bad.”

Noah curses under his breath. “I want to erase the memory of that asshole from your brain.”

I snort out a laugh because, fat chance. “And how do you plan on doing that?”

Noah’s eyes flash with heat. “By giving you one orgasm for every single one you missed with him, and then hundreds more.”

Heat sears through me even as fear snakes its way down my spine because there’s one thing I haven’t told him. One thing I don’t want to tell him. Or anyone. Ever. “Right now?”

The Ferris wheel starts its descent, and Noah closes his eyes and shakes his head, laughing a little.

When he opens them, he presses a kiss to my forehead, his eyes soft.

“No, not now. But we have months. I want you to make me a list of every single fantasy you’ve ever had.

Every single thing you’ve ever wanted to do.

Ever wanted to have done to you. And we’re going to spend the summer checking them off. Consider it an addendum to our deal.”

I smirk at him. “I think we already had an addendum to our deal.”

“Consider this addendum two. And think of how much it’ll help you write those spicy scenes you’re famous for.” He waggles his eyebrows at me, and I laugh.

“What’s in it for you?”

“What’s in it for me?” Noah looks at me incredulously. “You’re kidding, right? You’re the hottest woman alive, and I’m crazy about you. You and me are going to be fire together.”

I just stare at him, feelings I can’t separate swirling around in my head and in my heart.

“Say yes, Han.”

Whenever he says those words to me, it’s like my brain short-circuits. It stops making any thoughts at all, incapable of doing anything except what he asks me to do. I don’t think I hate it.

“Yes.”

Noah grins and presses his mouth to mine, kissing me hard and fast as the Ferris wheel slows to a stop. When the ride attendant opens the gondola door, Noah holds out a hand to me and I take it, following him out of the car on unsteady legs, into whatever the future holds.

Later that night, after we ride every ride and eat cotton candy and funnel cakes and play carnival games and Noah wins me a giant stuffed banana that makes me laugh so hard my stomach aches, he walks me to my door.

Smirk on his face, he presses into me, crowding me against the door with hands on my hips and his fingers drawing circles of fire just under the hem of my T-shirt.

“You going to let me kiss you goodnight, Han?”

“I thought you wanted to do a lot more than kiss me,” I say, rocking my hips against him in an act of bravery that surprises me. I smile when he hisses out a breath, feeling a rush of power I thought I had long lost.

Noah leans in, pressing a kiss to my neck, flicking his tongue over my pulse, and chuckling when I gasp. “Oh, you can count on that. But not tonight. Tonight, we do this.”

He kisses his way up my neck and over my jaw until he gets to my mouth, where he kisses me like he’ll never get another chance.

It’s sweet and soft, and then it’s hot and wet.

It’s teeth and tongues and gasps and sighs.

His cock is hard against me and his hands are everywhere, skating over my hips and tracing my ribs and grazing the sides of my breasts until I’m all feeling and sensation, moaning into his mouth, and I’m glad I live on the top floor, with Noah’s apartment below as a buffer, because in this brownstone full of Wyles brothers, everyone hears everything.

Just when I’m about to combust, Noah breaks the kiss, pressing his lips to my forehead and reaching behind me to open the door to my apartment.

“Night, Gorgeous,” he says, stepping back, crooked grin on his face, before he turns and jogs down the stairs, leaving me practically vibrating with need, which I’m one hundred percent sure was his plan.

Asshole.

I can’t wipe the damn smile off my face.

Inside, I shower and brush my teeth, foregoing my skincare routine because, just, no. Then I slide into bed with a package of Twizzlers, a Sprite, and a book.

I hear it just as my eyes are starting to close.

Three taps on the ceiling that make me smile all over again. Smiling into my pillow, I stick my foot out of the covers, knock my heel against the floor twice, and then drop straight into sleep.