Page 91 of The Cinnamon Bun Book Store

He pulled out and turned so he was sitting on the bed. His head brushed the low ceiling but they would fit.

‘Come here.’

Hazel repositioned herself so she was straddling his lap. ‘I don’t usually do it this way. I mean, in the past.’

Noah bit down on the sharp response he wanted to give to Hazel’s past boyfriends. ‘It might be a better angle for you.’

Hazel lowered herself onto his erection and Noah nearly came from the sight of Hazel’s hand wrapped around him, guiding him in.

‘Oh.’ Her eyes widened.

‘See,’ he said with a grin. He put his hands on her hips and rocked her forward.

Her eyes went wider. ‘Oh!’

‘Yeah, exactly.’

She rocked on her own this time, a low groan echoing from her chest to his. ‘Holy crap, Noah.’

‘Better, sweet girl?’ he rumbled and she stilled, holding his gaze, a beautiful blush crossing her cheeks at the nickname.

‘Much,’ she breathed, moving again.

‘That’s right. Find how you like it,’ he murmured in her ear and she picked up her pace. She rocked again and every thrust sent pleasure skittering down his spine. He was surrounded by her, her scent, her smooth skin, her plush body. Hazel, Hazel, Hazel.

He took a nipple into his mouth and Hazel’s back bowed. She held his head to her and he sucked while she rode him.

‘Oh God, oh God, oh God,’ she crooned.

‘That’s it,’ he said, breaking away only long enough to say it before taking her other nipple in his mouth.

Her fingers tightened in his hair, her thighs squeezing his hips.

Hazel screamed.

Hazel babbled a string of filthy words Noah had never heard come out of her mouth.

Hazel murmured his name.

And Noah came harder than he ever had in his entire life.

* * *

Rain still pattered gently against the skylight but the wind had stopped. Noah had said they could sail back whenever she was ready.

But then he’d pulled out his book and stretched out on the rumpled bed, giving Hazel a little smirk as he’d done it. So she pulled out her book, too, cozy again in one of Noah’s sweatshirts, and laid down beside him.

They were still reading an hour later, Hazel’s head now resting on Noah’s stomach, his fingers trailing through her hair. The cabin was dim, lit by a few small lamps and the gray light from outside. Her skin was sticky from the salt air and ... other things, and her hair was a tangled mess, but Hazel was having a hard time remembering the last time she felt this content.

‘No way,’ Noah murmured above her and she bit down on a smile. He’d been doing that all afternoon, too. Little exclamations of surprise and excitement as he read. It was almost as sexy as all the stuff he’d done to her before they started reading.

‘What?! No way.’

Hazel giggled.

‘Sorry. Am I disrupting you?’ he asked.

Hazel rolled over so she could look at him. His coarse hair stuck up on one side and he was in nothing but a white undershirt and boxers. His tattoos flexed and danced as he moved his arms to put his book aside.