Page 89 of The Cinnamon Bun Book Store

His crush on the sexy bookseller had only blossomed into his favorite friendship and his sexual obsession all rolled into one.

He didn’t just have the hots for Hazel Kelly anymore, he was completely and inconveniently in love with her.

And for a minute he thought she felt it, too. That maybe that little look of disappointment on her face meant she wanted more, too.

But then she’d saidcasual funand she might as well have tossed him overboard.

‘You okay?’ she murmured, her lips coasting down his neck.

‘Yeah. More than okay.’Get your head in the game, Noah. This is what you’re good at.He would not let his over-the-top feelings for this woman ruin this moment with her. He’d had more than one fantasy that starred Hazel right here in this bed and he wasn’t about to let that go.

If this was the way he got to be with her then he’d take it every time she offered it.

And maybe that made him an idiot, but it made him an idiot with a nearly naked Hazel in his arms. Which was perfectly fine with him.

She was still wearing his T-shirt and he ran his hands over the soft material, feeling the warm weight of her breasts through the fabric. Her nipples strained against the front of the shirt and he took in the sight of her, in nothing but her panties and his white T-shirt, nearly see through after years of wear.

‘Perfect,’ he sighed and she smiled up at him, her cheeks flushed.

He dipped his head and took a nipple in his mouth, soaking the fabric with his tongue. Hazel moaned and squirmed. He ran his hand over her other breast, teasing her through the shirt. The thin layer between their skin somehow made the whole experience hotter, driving his desire higher.

‘Noah,’ she groaned and he would remember the sound of his name in her pleading whimper for the rest of his life.

‘What do you need, Haze?’

‘More.’

He chuckled even as inside his heart lurched. He wanted to give her everything. He wanted to be everything. But he still didn’t even know if that was what she wanted and he was going home right after her birthday. How could he be everything to her if he was leaving?

He shoved the thought from his mind as he lifted her shirt and ran his tongue over her peaked nipples. She gasped, fingers going to his hair, tugging him, keeping him close. He loved it.

He sucked and licked until Hazel was writhing, her little pleading moans getting louder and louder, but now there was no one to hear them, just the open sea and a deserted island.

Make her scream.

The thought shot through him, hot and urgent.

He swirled his tongue around her nipple and then pulled away. Hazel’s head came up off the bed.

‘Where are you going?’ she asked, sweet and indignant.

Noah let his laugh brush along her stomach. ‘I have a lot of plans.’

Hazel’s head dropped when he got to her plain cotton panties. He could not explain why these things drove him crazy but they really did.

He tugged them over her hips and down her ample thighs. Hazel kicked them off her feet and tossed them aside.

He dug his fingers into her flesh and spread her legs open in front of him, like a feast, his own personal treasure. The first taste ripped a broken groan from his chest. He pushed every thought about time running out, and that he would some day have to live without this, from his mind and settled in between Hazel’s thighs.

‘Noah,’ she gasped as his tongue found her.

‘Okay?’

‘Yes,’ she squeaked. ‘Yes, yes, yes...’ The yeses tumbled out as he licked, broad, flat strokes.

He held tight to her thighs, pinning her in place.

He’d always loved this. Sex. Bringing his partners’ pleasure. But never like this. It was never like this, not like it was with Hazel. He wanted to stay here forever, listening to her moans and whimpers.