Page 36 of Just My Type (The Boston Hearts #3)

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

HANNAH

I promise I’ll keep your truth safe .

Noah’s words help quell the burning embers of my rage, burrowing into my chest and filling a place in me that I never thought would be full again.

I feel flayed open from sharing my darkest moment with him, but I also feel lighter.

Unburdened, almost. Like the story was weighing me down, but now I have someone to help shoulder the weight of it. But not just any someone.

Noah.

Sitting up from my spot against his chest, straddling his legs, my heart thuds when our eyes meet. I expected to see concern. Pity maybe. I dreaded both, but right now, I see neither. What I do see has my stomach flipping, my breath catching.

I could love this man is the only thought in my head.

I think it’s possible I already do.

“I know you will. Thank you for listening. Really listening and not doing that man thing and threatening to drive to Pittsburgh right now and beat the shit out of Brett or bury him in a shallow grave or whatever. ”

Noah laughs a little, tugging me closer to him and wrapping an arm around my waist, bringing our bodies flush.

He strokes a hand down my face, pushing my hair behind my ear.

“I think the last thing you need is another man swinging his dick around and threatening violence. Besides, if you wanted Brett to be beaten down or buried in a shallow grave, you would just do it yourself.”

“You think?” I ask, noting that I really like the way Noah sees me. That maybe under the layers of writer’s block and a terrible relationship that ended violently and all the fallout, the person he sees is the real me. And I think with him, I could find that person again.

I’ve missed her.

“I know,” he says, his face serious. “You amaze me, Hannah. You are so strong and brilliant and talented, and you have a big, beautiful heart. It takes grit and courage to leave a situation that’s wrong for you and to remake your life into something else.”

I roll my eyes because, get real. “I stayed in a relationship with a certified asshole for three years longer than I should have, and then when it ended in spectacularly terrible fashion, I escaped to Boston to hide out in a borrowed apartment in my sister’s house for six months while I tried, and failed, to write a book. ”

“No way, Han.” Noah runs his hands up and down my arms. “You removed yourself from a relationship when it wasn’t serving you and left a place you needed distance from.

You came to Boston because you knew you had people here who would support you, you’re living in an apartment I’m almost positive Cece and her psychic streak was saving just for you, and you’re building a new life that looks exactly the way you want it to.

And you’re not failing at writing. You have an opportunity to sell your series to a publisher, and you’ve written more than ten chapters in a brand-new book.

And even though you won’t let me read them yet, I already know they’re amazing.

You’re living, Han, exactly the way you want to live, and it’s perfect. I’m so glad I get to watch you do it.”

My eyes burn and I close them, absorbing his words, feeling his thumb brush against my cheek, wiping away the tear that escapes. “Thank you,” I mutter, bringing my forehead to his. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I think you’re my favorite person on earth.”

Noah leans up and presses a kiss to my forehead.

“Gorgeous, you’ve been my favorite since you caught my Notting Hill reference three years ago at the bar.

You didn’t have to do anything except be yourself.

And the showtunes karaoke in Vegas didn’t hurt.

Your turn as drunk Sandy was hot as fuck.

And I really like the thing where you drunk married me and became my wife. ”

“Your temporary wife,” I say, even as a smile curves my lips.

Noah chuckles, kissing the corner of my mouth. “We’ll see.”

I don’t respond because for maybe the first time since we woke up in Vegas, the idea of staying married to Noah doesn’t make my stomach churn. Instead, it makes me feel…settled maybe? I shove that thought away to examine later, because it’s a doozy, and there’s something else I want to do first.

“Noah?” I ask, leaning down and kissing his jaw.

“Yeah, Han?” he says, his breath hitching as my lips travel down his neck.

“Can you do something for me?”

“Anything.”

I press my lips to his, teasing his mouth open with my tongue and slipping inside to stroke his, cupping his jaw to hold him where I want him.

He lets me control the kiss, taking it exactly where I want it to go as he glides his hands up and down my sides in a motion I think is meant to soothe but heats my blood instead.

I break the kiss, catching his eye and stripping off the T-shirt I’m wearing, loving the way his eyes flash with heat.

“Finish what you started earlier. Fuck me. Make me yours, just like you said you would.”

Noah’s cock jumps between us, but he ignores it, bringing a hand to either side of my neck. “Are you sure? We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for. I would wait for you forever.”

I shake my head because I want him. So badly. Because I think he’s right about me building the life I want, and every part of that life looks like him. “I’m so sure. I want you. Right now. Please. Just don’t trap my wrists, okay? Not yet.”

“Never,” he murmurs, pressing a line of kisses over my jaw and down my neck, his fingers stroking my hips. “Everything you want, Hannah. Nothing you don’t.”

“I just want you,” I gasp out when he grazes his teeth over my pulse.

“Then have me,” Noah says, shoving down his shorts with one hand and then ghosting a finger over my clit, making me gasp again and rock my hips.

When he slides that finger inside me, rubbing his thumb over my clit, my entire body lights up.

“Just like this. I want you to sit right down on my cock and ride it.” Noah pulls his hand away, and I whimper at the loss of him.

“You’re a fucking queen, and my dick is your throne.

Put me inside you, Hannah. Make me yours. ”

His words, the way he puts the control straight into my hands, have a heady sort of power rushing through me as I rock against him, sliding his cock through my slit, my arousal coating him.

Noah sucks in a breath and grips my hips as I rise up on my knees, wrapping my hand around him and guiding him to my entrance.

Bracing my hands on his shoulders, I sink down slowly, our eyes locked and a low groan rumbling from his throat as I stretch to take him.

“Goddamn.” He moans, his fingers flexing on my hips, his eyes locked on mine.

I can feel his control in the tight line of his shoulders as I grip them, the subtle quiver in his fingers, the way he’s holding himself back from thrusting up into me, giving me all the power, letting me take this at my pace.

His eyes hold so much reverence as he looks at me that my heart trembles in my chest.

“You feel so good, Hannah. So perfect, the way you take me. Can you feel it? The way we fit together? This pussy was made just for me.”

“I think it was,” I reply breathlessly, as I slide down the final inch, sheathing him completely.

I pause for a second, letting my body adjust. Noah’s eyes travel down my torso, and he swallows roughly when he stares at where we’re joined.

I feel his gaze like a caress as he drinks in every inch of me.

“I think maybe this was where we were supposed to end up all along.”

“No thinking about it. It was always going to be us.”

“You sound so sure,” I say, riding him slowly, languidly, rolling my hips against his and dragging my clit against the base of his cock, feeling him so deep, the ache inside me for him so intense, that my breath comes in pants.

“I am so sure,” he says, sliding his hands up to cup my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers, pleasure swimming in my veins. “I think maybe I knew when I saw you at the bar.”

“Knew what?” I gasp, feeling myself clench around him as my hips move faster, take him deeper.

Noah drops one hand down between us to swirl his thumb around my clit, his other hand sliding around to tangle in my hair, to hold me close to him. “That you were meant to be mine.”

My breath catches at his words, at the naked sincerity in his eyes.

He’s said it to me before, but something about hearing it after giving him my hardest, most sacred truths, when we’re joined like this, as close as we can be, has my heart knocking against my ribs, the walls I built lowering to let him in the rest of the way.

“You might be right,” I say through ragged breaths, grinding down harder as his thumb moves in wicked circles, stoking an inferno in my blood.

“No might about it, baby. Now, show me how well you ride this cock.”

Noah’s hand tightens on my neck, his finger still drawing those slow, tortuous circles on my clit as I lift up and sink back down, our twin moans mingling between us.

“You feel so good,” I practically whimper, spreading my legs wider, trying to get him deeper. Pressing a hand to Noah’s chest, feeling the thundering beat of his heart, I grind down, my hips picking up speed as the pleasure builds.

“Look at you, Hannah,” Noah practically growls. “So strong. So powerful. So fucking beautiful, riding my dick like it’s yours. It’s fucking yours, Hannah. I’m yours.”

Noah’s face is tight with restrained pleasure, with the effort of holding back when I know he wants to move, and his consideration of me, of what I might need in this moment, makes me feral for more.