Page 68 of The Cinnamon Bun Book Store
The questions were washed away by Noah’s tongue on her skin, tracing the tops of her breasts and dipping lower. Her nipples peaked beneath her bra and she couldn’t help the arch in her back, the moan from her lips.
She felt it, too. That she would never get tired of this.
But that was crazy. That’s not what this was supposed to be. It wasn’t what Noah signed on for.
Noah’s large hands spread around to her back, smoothing over the bare skin, holding her close as he kissed her. His face was covered in a rough stubble today and it scraped Hazel’s cheeks and lips and neck, the slight burn distracting her from her thoughts. He smelled like a sunny day, fresh air and freedom.
He was summer and she was fall. He was adventure and she was comfort. But right now, on the cusp between the two seasons, in this liminal space they’d carved out for themselves, they fit just right.
‘God, Hazel, you’re so damn perfect.’ His hands traced the curve of her waist, the fullness of her breasts. She kissed him, tasting his words. She wanted to keep them.
Shouting erupted from the room below them and they froze. The reality of where they were and the possibility of being caught crept back into the room.
Noah chuckled, low and deep. ‘Town drama.’
Hazel huffed. ‘Always something.’
He held her gaze, his eyes dark and hungry like he didn’t give a shit what scene was unfolding downstairs. And then he was kissing her again, hard and deep and like they were running out of time.
He managed to undo her pants with one hand, the other was tangled in her hair. He kissed her, his tongue twined with hers while he shoved a hand in her pants, suddenly desperate to get to her.
She was already wet and aching when his fingers swiped her sensitive flesh and her moan vibrated between them. He held her tight, a slight pull on her hair that sent sparks skittering through her body and his fingers rubbing her right where she needed it. His lips launched a brutal assault on her mouth and all Hazel could do was stand there, her legs trembling in the forgotten Town Hall supply closet and take it.
She clung to Noah’s shoulders, the orgasm barrelling toward her so fast she thought it might knock her clear off her feet.
‘Noah,’ she gasped, pulling her mouth free. ‘I’m...’ She pressed her forehead to his and he flashed her devilish grin.
‘Come for me, Hazel. Right here. Right where anyone could catch us.’ His voice was low and deep and wicked and his gaze nearly burned right through her.
She came fast and hard, biting down on her bottom lip to keep in her screams. Her legs trembled but Noah banded an arm around her waist and held her up as the aftershocks rolled through her. He pulled his hand slowly from between her legs and licked his fingers. Hazel’s eyes widened at the obscene gesture.
His low chuckle rumbled through her. ‘You are just full of little kinks after all ... the thrill of getting caught. I didn’t know you were into that.’
‘I didn’t know I was into a lot of things.’
He pressed a kiss to her temple. ‘Good thing we’re getting it all figured out.’
Hazel’s hand wandered between them to where his erection was still straining against the front of his jeans. She freed him from his pants and Noah’s groan filled the tiny room.
‘Shh...’ she whispered, gripping him in her fist.
‘Jesus Haze, I can’t shh when you’re doing that.’
She flashed him a grin. ‘Well, you have to.’ She caught his mouth with hers and kissed all the moans from his lips as she stroked him. She knew how he liked it now, after this week of experimenting, fast and a little rough. His hands wandered while she touched him, squeezing her breasts, her ass, tugging her hair. He pumped his hips into her fist the closer he got, his movements becoming more erratic.
‘Hazel, I’m close...’
She dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth, surprising them both.
‘Are you sure?’ Noah asked, holding still, his voice choked and raw.
Hazel nodded, swirling her tongue around him and Noah broke. The jagged sound from his mouth was nothing more than a wounded gasp. His hands came to her face, a thumb caressed her cheek. In a week of firsts, Hazel added one more and swallowed.
Noah tugged her up off her knees. ‘Hazel, you didn’t have to ... that was... I mean...’ He tipped his forehead against hers and she couldn’t help her smile.
For once in her life she felt sexy and powerful and she was claiming it right here, right now, in this bizarre little supply closet. Maybe she hadn’t needed to change her life, maybe she’d just needed to change how shesawher life. How she saw herself.
And right now, in the twinkling lights of the old trees, with Noah panting against her, she saw herself as pretty damn hot.
