Page 111 of The Cinnamon Bun Book Store

‘Again,’ she demanded and he complied. Again. And again, Noah crashed into her, the ache in her building and building. She squeezed his fingers in hers and he stilled, his body buried deep in hers. He kissed her across her shoulders, the sensation so at odds with the relentless thrust of his hips that Hazel felt tears spring to her eyes.

A startled sob broke from her lips.

‘Hazel?’

‘I ... just...’

‘We’ll stop.’

‘No!’ She kissed the back of his hand, desperately, reverently. It was the only part of him she could reach from her position pinned to the bed. ‘Don’t stop. I just ... it’s real. You. You’re real. And I love you.’

She felt the press of his forehead between her shoulder blades.

‘It’s real,’ he said, his voice as broken as she felt. ‘You and me. I promise.’

She nodded, her cheek against one of his many pillows.

‘I’m gonna make you come now, okay?’

Hazel huffed a watery laugh.

‘Yeah. Okay.’

Noah pressed one more kiss into her shoulder and then gently untangled his fingers from hers. He lifted her hips up again, changing the angle and Hazel immediately felt it.

‘Good?’

‘Hell, yeah.’

Noah’s chuckle was briefly her favorite sound until it was followed by his groan as he thrust in and out. Hazel moaned, her fingers grasping at the bedsheets.

‘Touch yourself, Haze.’

And she did it. She’d do anything he said right now. She knew anything he said would bring her pleasure.

She touched herself while he dove into her, hitting a place that made her eyes roll back and her toes curl and the ache was so deep now, she didn’t know if she could survive it.

‘Keep going,’ he demanded, his fingers digging into her hips and she did. Faster and harder as he did the same, that ache building, but she was safe. Safe with Noah. Safe and wanted and loved.

She whimpered, the tears back in her eyes, the sob back in her throat.

And she let it out as she broke.

She trembled and cried and shook.

And Noah held her up.

‘Noah,’ she groaned into the pillows, the pillows he bought to keep her comfortable, and his arms were around her again, her body flush with the bed, their hands intertwined and Noah found his pleasure with his lips pressed to her shoulder.

‘Hazel,’ he murmured her name over and over even after he rolled off of her. Even after he’d cleaned up and come back to bed, wrapping himself around her. He murmured her name as he kissed her and held her. Like he couldn’t believe it, either.

But it was true.

And it was a story they’d be telling for a long time.

Well, parts of it anyway. Some parts were private.

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