Page 27 of Just My Type (The Boston Hearts #3)

CHAPTER NINETEEN

HANNAH

“ W hat the fuck, Noah?” I hiss as he pulls me down the empty upstairs hallway of his parents’ house. Tugging me into a dark room at the end of the hall, he closes the door and presses me against it, sealing his mouth over mine.

His hands are everywhere. They cup my face and tangle in my hair.

Glide over my collarbone and down the valley between my breasts.

Rake over my ribs and along the sides of my breasts.

He never stops touching me as his mouth devours mine in a kiss so hot I’m shocked I don’t combust right where I stand and take the entire house down with me in a fiery blaze.

“Fuck, Han,” Noah murmurs, breaking the kiss to glide his mouth over my jaw and down my neck, flicking the spot behind my ear with his tongue and sucking lightly at my pulse until a moan falls from my mouth and my clit throbs.

Anchoring his hands on the sides of my torso, his thumbs glide lightly along the undersides of my breasts as his mouth travels to my collarbone, licking and sucking his way across the sensitive skin.

“You thought you could send me a list of your fantasies while we were sitting in a circle of my entire family and I would, what exactly? Just wait to start working on it until we were at home?”

I gasp when he licks along my bare shoulder, using his teeth to tug down the thin strap of my dress. “That was the idea,” I manage, my hands gripping his hips as he kisses along my chest, his thumbs moving to circle my nipples over the fabric of my dress.

Lifting his head, Noah meets my eyes. His are dark with desire, drenched in lust, and it has a thrill shooting through me. I thought the first time I was in this situation after Brett would be scary after what he did, but I don’t feel scared. I feel wanted. Needed. And that makes me feel powerful.

“Well, that was the wrong idea,” Noah rasps, leaning in and running his tongue over my bottom lip.

“Not only did you send me that list, but when you stood up from your chair and walked by me earlier, I saw up your dress.” He flashes me a wide grin.

“A better man would have tried not to look, but you are so damn hot, and I am not a better man. So I looked, and I’ve been hard as fuck ever since. ”

He leans in, grinding his hips against me so I can feel every single hard inch of him.

“I think if I don’t get to touch that lace I saw between your legs in the next ten seconds, I’m going to lose my damn mind.

One of the things on your list was to have sex somewhere you could get caught.

Well, here we are in my childhood bedroom in my parents’ house where anyone could catch us, so fucking check, Gorgeous. ”

“You want to have sex with me against the door of your childhood bedroom?” I ask as his lips return to my neck, and fuck, I didn’t realize there were so many places on a neck that felt so good.

Noah lifts his head and smirks at me. “Han, there is literally nowhere in the entire universe I wouldn’t want to have sex with you, but we’ve got some stops to make before we get there, and I don’t want to miss one single one.

Right now, I want my hands under your very pretty dress.

I want to slide my fingers inside you and feel your pussy clench around them.

I want to feel you dripping down my hand, and I want you to ride my fingers until you come all over them.

Unless you tell me to stop, I’m going to do all of that right here against my bedroom door, right the fuck now. ”

My mind goes blank at his words. I want that. I want all of it. But I don’t know how to tell him that. How to take what I want. How to ask for it. How to ask him to relieve this achy, needy feeling swamping my body. The pulsing between my legs.

“How is any of that going to take care of this?” I push my hips against the massive erection tenting his shorts.

It’s the only thing I can think to ask, and Noah looks me right in the eyes, his hands cupping my face in a tender way that is the exact opposite of the filthy words that fell from his mouth thirty seconds ago.

“That’s not important. You’re important.” Noah leans in and kisses me softly.

“What you want.” He skates his lips over my jaw.

“What you need.” He slides his hands back and tangles his fingers in my hair.

“How you feel.” He kisses one of my cheeks and then the other.

“Your pleasure.” He kisses my lips again, teasing my mouth open and sliding his tongue inside to glide along mine.

“You, Hannah.” Noah breaks the kiss and returns his gaze to mine. “Every single thing about you is the most important thing to me, so tell me, Han. Can I touch you? Make you feel so, so good?”

I have no idea how in the world Noah knows the exact right thing to say to me. How he knows just what I need to hear. Whether he knows he’s the first man ever to tell me that I’m important. That my pleasure matters. To act like it does.

Brave .

“Yes,” I say, my eyes never leaving his. “Touch me, Noah. Please.”

NOAH

Touch me, Noah. Please .

Hannah’s words have a dark sort of desire curling through me even as an uncharacteristic rage simmers in my gut.

I saw Hannah’s eyes when I asked her if I could touch her.

When, instead of answering, she asked about me, like I was what was most important.

As if I wouldn’t drop to my knees right now and worship her body for the rest of my life without even a thought to my own pleasure.

I’ve never been a violent sort of guy, but right now I want to pummel her ex-boyfriend into the ground.

Destroy him for not treating Hannah the way she deserves to be treated.

His loss and my fucking gain.

I stroke the back of my hand down Hannah’s cheek, continuing down her neck and over her collarbone. Curling my fingers around the thin straps hanging off her arms, I tug until the top of her dress falls down to her waist, exposing the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen.

“Goddamn, Hannah, no bra?” I ask, my eyes drinking her in. Her soft skin and rosy, pebbled nipples just begging for my mouth.

“Didn’t work with the dress,” she manages, her voice a little breathless as a flush crawls up her chest under my gaze. I see her hands twitch, like she’s trying to resist the urge to cover herself up, and that just won’t do.

I don’t want her to hide anything from me.

I want all of her.

“You are so beautiful,” I murmur, bringing my hands up to cup her tits, rubbing my thumbs over her nipples, plucking them between my thumb and forefinger until Hannah is gasping and rocking her hips against me.

Bending down, I suck one nipple into my mouth, flicking my tongue over the tight peak while I roll the other one between my fingers.

The moan that falls from Hannah’s mouth has me smiling against her skin and switching sides, paying the same attention to the other nipple then blowing cool air on her wet skin, loving the goosebumps that break out over her chest.

“The most beautiful girl in the world.”

With my eyes on Hannah’s, I drop a hand down, skating it under the hem of her dress and running it up the inside of her thigh, feeling her leg muscles quiver under my touch, her sharp intake of breath making my cock jerk and start to leak.

It’ll be a wonder if I make it through this without blowing right in my boxers.

It would be worth it. When I glide a single finger over the lace covering her pussy, her eyes flash and she whimpers, her head dropping back against the door.

“I can feel you, Han. Already so hot and wet and ready for me. You want my fingers, Gorgeous? Should I see how many you can take before you’re begging me to let you come?

I can’t wait to feel you stretching around them.

It’ll be a little taste of how it will feel to have you stretching around my cock, and I can’t fucking wait. I bet you’ll take me so well.”

“Oh, my god.” Hannah moans when I press my thumb to her clit through her underwear, gliding my index finger up and down her slit, feeling her soaking through the lace. “That feels so good.”

I smile, cupping the back of her head with my free hand and leaning in to kiss her neck, licking and sucking a path down to her shoulder as I work her slowly over the lace, loving the sounds she makes—her pants and gasps and moans even though I’ve barely even touched her.

“I know, baby. You’re being so good for me, telling me exactly how I’m making you feel.

Always, always tell me how you feel. Are you ready for more? ”

“Please,” she gasps, rocking her hips against my hand.

“Anything, Han. Anything you need, always.”

Curling my fingers into the waistband of her underwear, I push them down until they fall to the floor, then grasp Hannah’s thigh, hitching her leg over my hip and holding it there as I snake my other hand back under her dress.

I swipe two fingers through her slit, groaning at the feel of her hot, wet pussy.

“Fuck, you are so ready for me, aren’t you? ”

“Yes,” she breathes as I ring her entrance with one finger, rubbing my thumb back and forth over her clit.

Hannah grips my shoulders and presses her hips forward, grinding down and looking for more friction.

One day I’ll play with her for hours. Edge her, just like that entry on her fantasy list asked me to.

Wind her up over and over again until she’s a moaning, dripping mess, begging me to let her come.

But today is not that day. Today I want to give her all the pleasure she has been missing.

Slowly—so, so slowly—I sink a finger inside her, watching as her eyes go dark and swallowing hard against my own arousal as her cunt sucks my finger in, squeezes around me.

With my eyes on hers, I keep talking to her.

“Fuck, Han, you feel amazing. Your pussy is perfect and it’s already dripping for me. ”

“Shit,” she whimpers, her fingers digging into my shoulders. I bet she’ll leave marks. I hope she does.

“You like this, baby? Feeling my finger inside you, my thumb on your clit right here in this room where anyone could walk in and find us? Where they would see how well you take me? How much you love it when I touch you like this?”

Watching her carefully, I remove my finger and press back in with two, grinding the heel of my hand over her clit while I curl my fingers, finding the spot on her front wall that makes her moan, her head thrash back and forth on the door, and her eyes squeeze shut.

“No way, Gorgeous. Open those eyes. When I make my wife come on my fingers, her eyes stay on me.”

Hannah sucks in a breath and her eyes fly open, locking on me while I fuck my fingers in and out of her and grind down on her clit. “Don’t call me that.”

I chuckle, adding a third finger and relishing in her low cry. “Don’t call you what? My wife? But that’s what you are, aren’t you? My wife, whose pussy clenches so tightly around my fingers when I say those words.”

“I shouldn’t like it,” Hannah says on a gasp. “I won’t be your wife for long.”

“Maybe not, but you are now. So show me, Hannah. Ride my hand and show me how well you come on my fingers.” Leaning down, I suck one of her nipples into my mouth and curl my fingers again, increasing the pressure on her clit.

“Oh, my god, Noah, please don’t stop,” Hannah moans, her hips moving over my hand as I work her over.

“Never,” I mutter against her skin, feeling her legs start to shake. “I’ll never stop. Give it to me, Hannah. Come for me, baby”

I increase the rhythm of my hand, grinding my fingers deep and never letting up on her clit.

When I close my mouth over her nipple again, Hannah goes off like a rocket, crying out as her arousal floods my hand and her hips grind over me as I work her through her orgasm.

When Hannah finally collapses back against the door, breathing hard, I pull my fingers out of her, anchoring her to the door with my other hand on her hip.

Locking eyes with her, I bring my fingers to my mouth, sucking her cum off each one of them, groaning as her taste floods my senses.

“Fucking delicious,” I say, winking at her.

Hannah’s mouth drops open, her eyes going wide. “Did you just…”

I lean in and kiss her, plunging my tongue into her mouth and letting her taste herself. She’s hesitant for a second before she matches me stroke for stroke with her tongue, and nothing could possibly make me happier. Or harder. My dick could hammer nails right now.

“You bet I did,” I murmur against her mouth. “You taste so good, Han. I can’t wait until I can get my mouth on you. My wife is going to be my very favorite meal.”

Hannah narrows her eyes at me. “There is something really wrong with you, you know that? ”

I lied when I said that nothing could make me happier.

Because Hannah taking a swipe at me after I made her come against my bedroom door makes me so happy I feel like my chest is filled with air.

Like I could literally float away if not for her arms still locked around my neck.

I kiss her again, leaning down and lifting her into my arms, then walking backwards, collapsing onto my bed with her straddling my lap.

I frame her face in both my hands and smile at her flushed face and bright eyes as a rush of possession arrows straight through me. Mine . “Gorgeous, I absolutely adore you. Watching you come on my hand was the best thing that’s ever happened to me. To anyone. Ever.”

Hannah blows out a breath, but a smile tugs at the corner of her lips. “I guess I kind of like you too. And the orgasm was pretty good.”

I can’t help the grin that spreads over my face because, from Hannah, that’s as good as a love declaration. Wrapping my arms around her, I hug her tight, relishing in the feel of her body pressed against mine, knowing that there is nowhere else in the world I would rather be.