Page 32 of Just My Type (The Boston Hearts #3)

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

HANNAH

T he answer to my question on the beach was, very, very fast. The drive home from the beach that should have taken an hour takes less than forty-five minutes.

Noah drives the entire way with one hand on my thigh, his thumb stroking my leg so close to where I need him, but not nearly close enough.

Pulling up in front of the brownstone, he whips into a parking spot and kills the engine, shoving open his door and stalking around the car.

He throws open my door, and as he grabs my hand and pulls me out of the car, I’m glad I had the foresight to unhook my seatbelt, otherwise I’m pretty sure he would have just ripped the entire thing off.

I have the brief thought that this kind of dominance—this unbridled possession—should scare me, because of the thing we don’t talk about.

But it doesn’t, because this is Noah, and his eyes drink me in like I’m the best thing he’s ever seen and everything inside me screams yes, this . And my brain makes one single word.

Safe .

Noah is safe.

Gripping my hips, Noah pushes me back against the car and seals his mouth to mine, kissing me like he’ll never get another chance.

Our teeth clash and our tongues tangle and I have never, ever been kissed like this.

My head spins, and I literally pant into his mouth and hold onto his neck for dear life, so I don’t crumple straight to the sidewalk on my suddenly very unsteady legs.

It occurs to me that this is the kiss I have tried to write a thousand times.

It’s the kiss that rearranges your cells.

That throws your whole life into chaos and orders it at that same time.

The one that changes you, makes you into someone wholly different when it’s over than you were when it began.

I thought I got it right with my words, but it turns out I didn’t have a clue.

I couldn’t have. Because this is a kiss that has to be experienced to be understood.

I understand it now.

I never ever want it to end.

Except.

“Upstairs,” I manage, pressing my lips back to Noah’s, my entire body vibrating at a frequency I’m almost positive has never been felt on earth before. I need more. So, so much more.

“Upstairs,” Noah repeats, kissing me one more time before grabbing my hand and making a beeline for the door.

It takes him three tries to get his key in the lock, and seeing his unsteady hand gives me a shot of confidence, overwhelming the nerves I felt on the drive home, getting ready to do for the first time what I haven’t done since Brett.

Since the night it all fell apart. The night that I’ve been afraid will haunt me forever.

But maybe we’re both flying without a net here. I feel safe with him, the way I haven’t felt with anyone in a long, long time. Maybe we can figure it all out together.

When he finally gets the door open and we walk inside, he spins me around and pushes me against the wall of the entry, pressing his mouth to mine one last time before he takes off for the stairs, pulling me behind him.

We stumble up the four flights, laughing all the way.

But when Noah opens the door to his apartment and leads me inside, kicking the door shut behind us and flipping the lock, suddenly, neither of us is laughing anymore.

With his eyes hot on mine, Noah grabs the back of his T-shirt, yanking it off and tossing it to the floor.

Stalking to me, he presses one hand to the door by my head and grips my waist possessively with the other, dipping his head to kiss me.

I moan into his mouth, running my hands over his shoulders, tracing the muscles of his abs, so lost in the feel of his skin, the quiver of his muscles under my touch, his body against mine, that I barely notice when Noah grips me behind my thighs, lifting me up into his arms without ever breaking the kiss.

I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, his cock settling perfectly into the cradle of my thighs. I grind against him, sucking in a breath at the feel of him rolling over my clit.

“Fuck, Hannah,” Noah growls, palming my ass with one hand and tangling his other hand in my hair, fusing our lips together as he makes his way blindly down the hall and through the door of his bedroom.

Noah stops moving as soon as his knees hit the edge of his bed, tossing me onto the mattress, where I land with a bounce.

He stands over me, big and strong and beautiful, and when he runs his tongue over his bottom lip, his eyes sliding over me like he’s cataloguing every inch of my body, I think that I have never felt so wanted in my life.

“You need to tell me right now if you don’t want this, Hannah.

If you don’t want me to strip you naked, get on my knees, and bury my face in your pussy.

If you don’t want me to lick your clit until my name is the only word you remember.

Because that’s what I want to do right now.

I want to devour you, and then I want to make you mine.

Can I do that, Gorgeous? Can I make you mine? ”

I stare at Noah, wondering how he knew exactly what I needed to hear.

How he knew that I needed him to tell me what he wanted to do and ask me if he could.

How he knew to give that little bit of power back to me.

The bit that was taken from me six months ago, that left a hole I’m starting to believe only this man can fill.

Because he might be asking if he can make me his, but he’s already mine.

“Please,” I manage, sitting up and tugging my swimsuit coverup over my head, tossing it on the floor. I go to untie the strings at my neck, but Noah is there before I can finish, taking my hands and pressing kisses to my knuckles before placing them at my sides. “Let me,” he whispers.

Kissing along my shoulder and up my neck, Noah reaches around with both hands and unties the strings at my neck and back, letting my bathing suit top fall into my lap.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs, pushing me gently back onto the bed, running a hand down between my breasts. “My wife is the most beautiful girl in the world.”

It’s stupid. So, so stupid the way my traitorous heart skips a beat when Noah calls me his wife. The way that word out of his mouth makes me feel cherished. Wanted. The way a small part of me that gets bigger every day wants to forget the word annulment even exists.

With his eyes on mine, Noah climbs over me and kisses back down my neck and over my collarbone, licking his way to my breast and sucking my nipple into his mouth.

I whimper when he flicks his tongue over it, rubbing the pad of his thumb over the other one in tandem so I’m all feeling and sensation and little licks of pleasure.

“That feels so good,” I rasp, tangling my hands in his hair and wondering if it’s possible to come from this and this alone.

I never have before. Before our little interlude in Noah’s childhood bedroom, it had been years since I had come with another person at all.

But with Noah, it feels like it could be possible.

He makes me feel like a lot of things are possible.

“Gorgeous, we haven’t even started yet,” he mutters against my skin, moving down my body, pressing kisses to every bare inch of my torso, running his fingers down my ribs until he reaches the ties holding my bathing suit bottom on. “I swear, it’s going to be so, so good.”

Lifting his head, he catches my eye. “Can I?” he asks, tracing a finger lightly across my belly where my bathing suit starts, stroking the sensitive skin there, making my muscles quiver. “Can I take this off so I can see all of you?”

All I can do is nod as I drink him in, brown hair falling over his forehead and pupils blown wide with lust, the blue of his eyes just a narrow circle of cobalt. Bare chest and his hard cock obvious under the board shorts hanging dangerously low on his hips.

Sexy as fuck.

“Words, Gorgeous,” Noah says, leaning down and kissing my hips right over the ties before looking back at me. “Give me your words. I need them.”

“Yes,” I whisper, undone by the care he’s showing me without even fully understanding that I need it.

With a noise in his throat that sounds something like relief, he tugs at the ties, and in one motion, the bathing suit is on the floor and Noah is on his knees, tugging me down until my ass is right at the edge of the bed.

Running his hands up my legs, he spreads them wide with his hands wrapped around my thighs, baring me to him.

This isn’t the first time we’ve hooked up, but it’s the first time he’s seen me naked like this, and my insecurities roar in my head until I catch his expression as he stares down at me.

“Look at you.” His voice is low and quiet. “So pink and perfect and already glistening for me. You’re perfect, Hannah.”

Leaning forward, he blows a gust of air onto my clit, and my hips practically levitate off the bed.

With a chuckle, he lifts my legs onto his shoulders and wraps his arms around my thighs to keep me spread for him, pressing lightly on my belly to hold me in place.

A lick of fear skates down my spine, but I flex my hands and move my arms to remind myself that if I needed to get away, I could. I’m not trapped, and this is Noah.

Safe .

“You might want to hold on tight, Han. I’ve been waiting a long time to get a taste of you, and I’m ready to feast.”

With his eyes on mine, he flashes me a grin and a wink, then dips his head and buries his face in my pussy.