Page 109 of The Cinnamon Bun Book Store
‘So many pillows,’ she teased as she flopped back into the cozy pile.
An actual blush worked its way up Noah’s cheeks. None of the filthy things he’d said to her had ever caused such a reaction as his confession. ‘They’re for you.’
‘What?’
He crawled onto the bed next to her, pulling her flush against him like he couldn’t bear to have even an inch between them, which was good because she wanted to be pressed against him for at least the next twenty-four hours or until this all felt real. Noah was in love with her. She was in love with him.
It was...
Unfathomable. Unbelievable. Unexpected.
Even if maybe she should have seen it coming. Maybe she should have seen all along what Noah’s glances really meant, what him wanting to spend time with her was really about, but does anyone ever really believe they’ll find something like this? That someone will love them for who they really are?
It was perfect. And Hazel wasn’t expecting it.
But now that she had it, she sure as hell was going to hold on with both hands. Literally.
‘I bought them for you,’ Noah was saying as she traced the line of his pink cheeks with her finger.
‘You bought me pillows?’
He smiled, lopsided and sweet and Hazel’s stomach swung from the rafters. ‘I wanted you to be comfortable if we ever ended up here.’
‘Wow.’
‘I’ve got it bad for you, Haze.’
She grinned. ‘Oh, yeah?’
‘Hell, yeah.’
‘I’ve got it bad for you, too.’
His smile grew. ‘And look at that, dreams really do come true.’
Hazel laughed even as her body went hot at the memory of the last time Noah had said that to her. The night in her kitchen, her in nothing but her panties on the counter and him kneeling between her thighs. A shiver ran through her and he held her tighter.
‘Cold?’
‘No. Not cold. Actually, I think we’re both wearing too much clothing.’
His smile turned into a piratic grin. ‘Agreed.’
Hazel shimmied out of her sweater, tossing it aside as Noah tugged his shirt over his head. Her shirt joined the pile and then she pulled him back on top of her.
‘That’s a bit better,’ she said as he kissed down her neck, the heat of his skin scorching hers.
‘Much,’ he murmured, his lips traveling across her chest and over the swell of her breasts. He had her bra unhooked before she could register his hands behind her back. She pushed it off as his head dipped to lick and suck.
‘Pants,’ Hazel gasped, tugging at the waist of his jeans.
He groaned when her fingers dipped below the waistband. ‘I feel like you’re rushing me, Haze.’
‘Pants. Please, Noah,’ she groaned. ‘We can do it slowly later or however you want, I just need it like this ... I just needyou. Now.’
His gaze met hers, dark and steady. ‘That’s how you want it? Fast?’
She nodded, biting her lower lip. ‘Fast. And hard. Please, Noah.’
