Page 46 of Just My Type (The Boston Hearts #3)

CHAPTER THIRTY

NOAH

“ A re we really doing this?” Hannah asks as I drop down to the blanket I spread over the ground on the roof, pulling her down next to me.

We really need furniture or something up here. I make a mental note to take care of that and grin, squeezing her knee. “Oh, we’re doing it. I can’t wait to hear what you wrote.”

Hannah closes her eyes for a second and takes a deep breath, probably to stop herself from killing me, which makes me smile. “I’m regretting all my life choices right now,” she mutters. “You might hate it.”

I lean back, planting my hands on the blanket behind me. “Impossible. You told me it’s a rooftop spicy scene, in a book with an accidental Vegas marriage. You wrote us into a book, Han. I’ve never been in a book before. I’m basically famous, which means I already love it.”

“We didn’t have to come to the roof you know. The couch would have worked just fine.”

I shake my head. “Had to set the scene. Can’t read a rooftop spicy scene on a couch when we have a whole rooftop right here.”

She rolls her eyes at me, and I chuckle, nudging her phone in her direction. She eyes it like it might bite. “I think I changed my mind.”

“Nope,” I say, picking up the phone and dropping it into her lap. “No take backs. You told me I could read a scene, and this is how I want to read it.”

She rolls her eyes again and picks up her phone, unlocking it and pulling up her book, swiping at the screen until she finds the chapter she wants. “This is so humiliating,” she mumbles, and I can just see the flush rising on her face in the darkness.

I lean over, planting a kiss on her neck, and then grip her chin, turning her head so she’s looking at me.

“It’s me. It’s just you and me and this roof and a perfect Boston night.

Magical things happen at night, and there’s nothing humiliating about that.

Read to me, Han. I love the sound of your voice. ”

Hannah leans her forehead against mine, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. “Does anyone ever say no to you?”

I pull back a little, wrapping a hand around the back of her neck, swallowing down the urge to make a joke, knowing that, in this moment, she needs truth.

“You can. Anytime you want, for any reason. If you don’t want this, tell me and we’ll go back downstairs, or we can just sit here and talk, or we don’t have to talk at all, and you don’t have to read one single word.

It’s your choice, Hannah. It’s always, always, always your choice. ”

The emotion that flashes in her eyes at my words is fleeting, but I’m too focused on her not to see it. “Okay,” she says.

“Okay you’re reading to me, or okay we need a new activity for tonight?”

She smiles, and for the first time since she told me she wanted me to read some of her book, it reaches her eyes. “Okay, if it sucks just don’t tell me.”

I grin, spinning to face her and then grinning wider when she does the same, both of us sitting cross-legged, knees pressed together. “That’s my girl. Now get reading, baby. I’m in the mood for some romance.”

She eyes me. “This is less romance and more…something else.”

I smack a kiss to her cheek. “Even better. Let’s do this.”

Taking a fortifying breath, Hannah unlocks her phone and stares at the screen and then, after a few seconds, she starts to read, her voice shaky at first, and getting stronger, more determined with each sentence.

“Sitting side-by-side in the beach chairs Jake opened right on the roof, the electricity between us is undeniable.

‘You’re so beautiful, Jen,’ Jake says, leaning over the arm of his chair and cupping my cheek, turning my head to face him.

Under the dark night sky, his face is lit only by the lights of the Seattle skyline and the moon hanging above.

His eyes focused on me and me alone, he runs his thumb along my lower lip then brings our mouths together.

The touch of his lips to mine is electric, the kiss going from soft to hungry in the space of a breath.

He teases my mouth open, and I obey immediately, his tongue sweeping in to tangle with mine until we’re both gasping for air, our bodies leaning over the arms of our chairs in a desperate need to get closer. ”

Hannah’s voice is low and rich as she reads the words she wrote.

The words I know she agonized over. Worried over.

Labored over. They are such beautiful words and suddenly, I’m the one with a desperate need to get closer.

As Hannah keeps reading, I reach over, trailing a single finger along the bottom of her shorts, down her thigh, circling around her knee.

When she stumbles a little over her words, I grin wickedly, deciding exactly how I’m going to make this worth her while.

“Breaking the kiss, Jake slides off his chair and kneels in front of me, his eyes locked with mine, and what I see in them has a curl of lust snaking down my spine, my breath catching as he leans in and presses a line of kisses down my neck.”

As Hannah keeps reading, I lean in and kiss the spot below her ear, trailing my lips down her neck, grazing my teeth over the smooth column, smiling against her skin when she sucks in a breath.

“What are you doing?”

“Just keep reading,” I murmur, flicking my tongue over her pulse point, loving the way she gasps.

“‘So sweet,’ Jake murmurs, trailing his lips over my collarbone, his hand tugging my T-shirt aside to give him more space to work. ‘So smooth. So perfect.’ Jake’s tongue dips down and runs along the top edge of my bra, and I gasp at the sensation, my hands coming up to cup the back of his head, my fingers tangling in his hair. ”

Sitting up on my knees, I push Hannah’s hair behind her back, tugging her T-shirt down over her shoulder. I lick along her collarbone and then lower, until I meet the top edge of her bra, snaking my tongue under the lace.

“Okay, seriously, what are you doing?” she half demands, half moans when my tongue traces her skin.

“You wanted me to read this scene to you so badly, but I can’t read it when you’re doing…

” She breaks off, and this time it’s a gasp that falls from her mouth when I tug her T-shirt down farther, flicking her nipple with my tongue. “That,” she manages.

I lift my head, cupping her cheek and kissing her, hard and deep, my tongue diving into her mouth to slick against hers. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly when I break the kiss, her eyes wide as she stares at me, trying to figure out what my deal is.

This is going to be so much fun.

And hot. So, so hot.

I wink at her. “Couldn’t let old Jake there get one up on me.

Here’s the deal, Han. Turns out I can’t listen to my wife’s sexy as hell voice read this spicy scene without needing to get my hands all over her.

So, I’m adding a new item to your fantasy list, and honestly, you’re a writer so this one really should have been there all along.

You read; I touch. It’s really that simple. ”

She narrows her eyes at me. “You really think I can read a spicy scene while you do…whatever it is you’re doing?”

I shrug, enjoying the hell out of this even as my cock throbs in my shorts at the thought of what we’re about to do.

I’ve read her spicy scenes before. Many, many times.

I know what’s in them. “You will if you want me to make you feel good. And Hannah.” I grasp her chin and hold her head steady, her eyes on mine.

“I am going to make you feel so, so good.”

Her cheeks flush, green eyes shining in the moonlight, and I’m so obsessed with it. With her. “Fine,” she mumbles.

I flash her a grin, feeling a glow of victory. “Good girl. Now, tell me a story, Han.”

Hannah takes a deep breath, her eyes falling back to her phone.

“Grasping the bottom of my shirt, Jake pulls it over my head and tosses it aside, his hands snaking around my back to unclasp my bra, throwing it blindly in the direction of my shirt.

There are two kinds of men in this world—lingerie men and men for whom underwear just gets in the way, and Jake is solidly the latter.

Dipping his head, he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, rolling the other one between his fingers. The sensation is a lightening bolt to my clit, and I throw my head back, moaning up at the sky.”

Hannah glances up at me almost expectantly, and I have to bite my cheek to keep from laughing.

Looks like someone likes our little game.

Curling my fingers in the bottom of her T-shirt, I tug it off, rescuing her phone at the last minute so it doesn’t go flying as I toss the T-shirt away.

Handing her phone back to her, I press a kiss to her shoulder and reach around, unsnapping her bra.

The second it slides down her arms, I dive down, latching onto her nipple and sucking hard, pinching her other nipple between my fingers as she whimpers.

As my friend Jake lavishes his attention on Jen, I do the same. Hannah holds her phone to the side to make room for me as I lick her nipple, tracing the hard peak with my tongue until Hannah is squirming on the blanket, her voice breathy as she keeps reading.

“Jake trails his mouth lower, his fingers grazing my ribs as he kisses down my torso, leaving no skin untouched. I’m on fire, every single nerve ending sparking as he dips lower, licking along the waistband of my shorts.

‘I need to taste you,’ he rasps, lifting his head to look at me, finger tracing the skin over my shorts, dipping below my waistband, making my stomach muscles quiver with need.

‘Please,’ I practically whimper, arousal pooling in my core at the thought of his mouth on me.

‘My wife begs so pretty,’ he says, his hands pulling up the armrests of the beach chair, letting it recline back until I’m laying almost flat.”