Page 70 of Splintered Hearts

Looking down at the book, my mouth moves before I can stop it. “Can I lie in here with you? Read this?”

“Reading party?” Noah’s mouth drops. “Oh my god. Yes!” Getting up, he goes to his dresser. Clothing flies through the air as he looks for something. “Sorry, had to find the perfect shirt.”

“Are you going to clean that up?”

“No time. Later.” I ignore him, getting up. There’s no way I’m sitting in here with this mess. “What are you doing?”

“Putting your shirts back.” Folding each one, I place them back inside his dresser. Seriously, how could someone live like this? His room isn’t dirty, just messy.

“Jamie—” Finishing up, I look at the shirt he’s pulled out.

“It’s not smut, it’s literature. Cute.”

“Wait! I think I have one that will fit you.”

“I’m not—” Sifting through his freshly folded clothing, he pulls another out. “I’m not wearing that.”

“Please. Please, please.”Holy shit, I’m going to wear the shirt. Snatching it, I hold it up and shake my head. Slipping it on, I see it in the mirror:Hot girls Read Smut.“So sexy.” The black T-shirt stops short, leaving a sliver of belly. “You can use the heating pad while you read.” Maybe I’ll grab my sketch book. I’m not sure what’s happening, but I don’t want to be alone. Palms slide across my belly, startling me. “What are you thinking about?”

“How those two people get together in your book, but I’m stuck reading book one instead.” Noah laughs, pressing a kiss in the middle of my back, cupping his hands and knotting them together on my stomach. I turn in his arms.

“Believe me, you’re going to like this series. Book two is my favorite.”

“Yeah, well, I’m stuck with book one.” Noah laughs, pressing another kiss into my chest. We stand there, Noah’s arms wrapped around me, and I feel so good yet so lost. “I don’t know how to do this,” I admit.

I have no clue how to care for someone who isn’t me. Fuck, I barely even know how to do that. “We aren’t doing anything.” He kisses my chest again, bringing me back to last night and the kisses burned into my skin in the best way. “We’re just two friends who are going to have the best day ever!”

Noah doesn’t want a relationship with me, he just wants to have fun—no emotions or attachments. So I give in, leaning down and pressing my lips to his.

I’m an addict.

Kissing has never been this good in my life. Noah flicks his tongue against my lips and I pull back. “Morning breath.”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

Fuck it.

My fingers lace at the back of his neck and I kiss him hard, plunging my tongue into his mouth. “Fucking piercing,” he slurs, drowning in me. Our tongues battle. I’m not sure who’s hungrier. My desire is on a worn leash, ready to snap. His taste, his smell, the weight of his beautiful fucking body against me. It feels perfect.

Gripping his ass, I have a one-track mind. “Take these off.” I grip him again, desperate to try something new. “Please.”

“Why—”

“Leave the shirt.” Noah laughs as he backs up to his bed, hitting his knees and falling down on top of it. When I got the new bed for this room, this was not something I pictured myself doing on it. “Lie down.” He lies on the bed with his feet planted and I grip his thighs, pulling him so his ass is practically on the edge.

“What are you doing?” He raises up onto his elbows and our eyes lock as I drop to my knees in front of him.

“Whatever you’ll let me.”

“That is a very long list and I don’t think we have the time.” He licks his lips and the playfulness in those green eyes turns liquid, watching me. “Go ahead.” Thumbing the band of the lacy briefs, I slowly unwrap my prize. “Damn, you look good down there.” I smile. Something that is honestly hard not to do.

“Should see the view from here.” All this creamy skin, mine to taste. While I touched him in that shower, seeing him like this—splayed out for me—feels unreal. Noah is proportionate for his size. Thick, circumcised, his tip red and pearling with liquid. My tongue has a mind of it’s own, licking over the crown. Noah jolts when my piercing dips into his slit. He’s panting, eyes heavy with need. His brown curls erratic from the shower.

Reaching down, Noah grips my jaw. His nails are silver now. “You beautiful fucker.” Noah laughs softly, easing some of mytension. “I like my balls played with and I like a vocal partner. I don’t want to guess whether you like something. I want to hear it.”

“Anything you don’t like?”

Noah drags the corner of his lower lip between his teeth, thinking. “Just do what feels right. I give you complete consent.”

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