Page 54 of The Cinnamon Bun Book Store
‘So perfect,’ he murmured and Hazel’s toes curled. He mimicked the same attention he’d paid to her breasts, alternating between licking and sucking until Hazel thought this man’s mouth must be some kind of national treasure. Like maybe there should be a holiday designated to it.
Heat was building everywhere. Heat and a throbbing ache pulsed through her. Sounds were spilling out of Hazel that she didn’t want to think too closely about or she’d be horrified. Deep guttural sounds that were being torn from her by the pleasure racking her body. Noah’s fingers dug tight into her hips, holding her in place as he brought her to the brink.
And then he freed her hips to press a thumb to her clit, steady pressure right to the center of her. White-hot pleasure shot straight to her toes.
Hazel’s life flashed before her eyes.
No, not her whole life, just all the mediocre sex she’d had until this very moment. No sound escaped her, no breath.
He switched back to his mouth, sucking relentlessly.
Hazel broke.
Her body shuddered, a low, keening moan tearing from her lips. It went on and on until she finally twisted her body away, unable to take another second. It was too much. Her whole body shook, her throat raw from whatever animalistic sounds she’d been making. Thank God the windows were shut or the neighbors probably would have called the police by now.
Holy shit.This man deserved two holidays, a parade and a statue in the town square.
Noah laid gentle kisses along her inner thighs before standing. She leaned forward and pressed her head into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, letting his fingers skate over the naked skin of her back.
He was still fully dressed, but having his arms around her made her feel safe and not exposed.
His heart was thudding hard beneath her forehead. She should reciprocate. She needed to return the favor. She just needed a minute to catch her breath.
‘Did you ... I mean, was it okay?’ he asked.
Hazel pulled back, staring in disbelief. ‘Was it okay? Noah, that was...
‘Transcendent?’ he asked, the slow smile returning to his face.
‘Beyond.’
‘Good.’ He pressed a kiss to her forehead. ‘I should get going.’
‘Wait, what? You can’t go.’ How could you even think about leaving now? After ... that? Hazel’s post-orgasm glow was threatening to fade.
‘It’s getting late.’
‘But you ... but I didn’t get to...’
He gave her a rueful smile. ‘Haze, it’s okay. This one was for you.’
She frowned. ‘No. Now we’re all lopsided.’
‘Trust me, we’re not. That was amazing.’
She ran a hand over the front of his jeans and the hard ridge of his erection. He sucked in a quick intake of breath. ‘But I want you to feel as good as I do right now.’
He groaned, leaning his forehead against hers. ‘I appreciate that, I really, really do. But I don’t have a condom.’
She hadn’t considered that at all. She hadn’t even planned to have him come in.
‘Me, neither.’
‘So I should go.’
‘No!’
‘Hazel...’
