Page 90 of The Cinnamon Bun Book Store

‘Noah, please.More.’

More. Everything.

He slid a finger inside her slick heat, thrusting while he sucked on her. Her heels dug into the mattress, her hips rocking against him.

He replaced his mouth with his thumb, circling the spot he knew would make her come. He knew how to do it now; he held this little secret knowledge about Hazel Kelly.

‘Come for me, Haze. Don’t be quiet. Let me hear you.’

She lifted her head and looked at him, eyes wide, cheeks pink. He got to see her like this. Undone.

‘I’m close. Please, Noah.’

He added another finger, a slow, slick slide. Hazel groaned. She held his gaze for a thick, heated breath, until Noah dipped his head to her center again, licking and sucking until Hazel was moaning loud enough to drown out the remaining wind.

‘Noah!’ His name broke through, screamed to the ceiling of the cramped space. ‘Noah, oh, God, Noah...’

Her body shook, legs trembling with aftershocks. He licked her gently, teasing more pleasure from her until she finally pushed him away, begging him to stop, saying she couldn’t take anymore. Only then did he stop. Only when he’d given her everything did he crawl back up her body, trailing kisses along her flushed skin.

‘More,’ she said when he reached her.

He couldn’t help his grin. He dropped a kiss on the tip of her nose before tracking down the condoms he kept tucked away on one of the little shelves. A sailor always had to be prepared.

‘You sure?’ he asked as he rolled the condom on.

‘Mmm hmm.’

‘Words, Haze.’

She gave a little exasperated sigh. ‘Yes. I’m sure.’ She tugged him toward her, fingers in his biceps. ‘Come here.’

She wrapped her legs around him and he was at her entrance before he could fully take in the moment, before he could prepare himself for what it would feel like to sink into Hazel. It didn’t matter anyway. He wouldn’t have been able to prepare.

He slid in slowly and he was positive it had never been like this before. What was it? Was it Hazel’s little breathy sigh, sounding an awful lot like relief when he was as deep as he could go? Surely women had sighed before. But not like this. Never like this.

Was it Hazel’s thighs clenching around him, or her full breasts or her wild curls? Was it how she trusted him, how she gave herself over fully to the moment? He didn’t know. He didn’t know anything as he thrust into her, each slow slide obliterating all rational thought.

‘Noah,’ Hazel gasped.

‘Okay?’

‘Yeah,’ she paused, her gaze on his. ‘It’s just ... I don’t usually come this way. I mean during this ... part. I didn’t want you to be ... offended.’

Noah paused his movements, his forehead dropping to Hazel’s. ‘Offended?’

‘It ... it feels really good. I just don’t usually ... reach...’

‘Yep. I got it.’

‘Sorry. Does that make it less fun for you?’

Less fun for him? Jesus, this woman was going to kill him. He literally could not think of a single place he’d rather be right now.

‘Don’t be sorry. Don’t ever be sorry for something like that.’ His voice came out harsher than he intended but he was buried deep in the woman of his dreams and so irrationally angry at everyone she’d ever had sex with at the same time. It was a confusing moment, to say the least.

‘Let’s try something else, okay?’ he asked, softening his tone.

‘Okay.’