Page 54 of Tangled In Tinsel & Knots
“And I’m terrified.” Her hands twist. “What if it goes badly? What if you all realize I’m not worth the trouble and leave? I can’t take more rejection, Noel. I’m… hanging on by a thread.”
My chest cracks open. “I think,” I say gently, stepping closer, “you don’t give yourself nearly enough credit.”
Her breath catches.
“And we’re not going anywhere,” I add. “Not now. Not later. Not ever. Let us be the ones who hold you up when you’re tired.”
She looks at me like she’s seconds from either crying or kissing me. Maybe both. Her breathing picks up, and fuck, I smell her scent growing stronger, wrapping around me, tightening everything low in my gut until I can hardly think straight.
I close the distance between us in two steps, and suddenly Hannah is backed against the bookshelf, eyes wide, pulse visible in her throat.
“I can barely hold back right now,” I murmur, and my cock is already responding, hardening in my jeans. “Your scent is driving me fucking insane. It’s got a grip on my balls and won’t let go.”
“Sounds like ayouproblem.” Her voice is breathless, but there’s challenge in it.
“It’s about to be anusproblem.”
She slips past me and darts toward the door, but I’m faster. I meet her there, and my hand hits the wood above her head, blocking her escape, and she spins to face me.
We’re close now. “So you feel nothing?” I lean down, inhaling deeply. “Because your scent is screaming at me, gorgeous. Telling me exactly how much you want this.”
“I don’t?—”
“You have no idea how hungry I am for you. How much I want to make you mine, show you everything you’ve been missing. But if you need me to stop, I will. Just tell me.”
She’s blushing, but she tilts her head back, meets my eyes directly. “Maybe I’m not missing anything. Maybe you’re just desperate because you can’t control what’s in your pants.”
Then she lowers her hand between us, wraps her fingers around my cock through my jeans.
Her eyes grew huge, shocked and pleased. And she wasn’t expecting that size. She pulls her hand away quickly, but the damage is done. My control is about to collapse.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” I whisper.
Wildness roars through me, every instinct screaming to claim, to take, to mark. I know I should back up, give her space, be the patient Alpha I promised to be. But I’m so far gone that I’m leaning in, capturing her mouth with mine.
She doesn’t resist. She kisses me back like a fucking lioness, fierce and demanding and absolutely fearless. Her mouth opens under mine, and she’s pulling me closer by my shirt, and I groan against her lips.
This is everything. This is what I’ve been craving since I first scented her.
I deepen the kiss, one hand sliding into her hair, the other gripping her hip, and she moans, a sound that goes straight to my cock. My tongue sweeps against hers.
Her body is on fire against mine, every curve pressed to my chest, and she’s trembling. But it’s arousal, raw and undeniable, her scent spiking until I’m drowning in it.
I break the kiss, trail my mouth down her neck, and she gasps.
“I need to taste you,” I growl against her skin, letting my teeth graze slightly. “Need to get on my knees and lick your sweet pussy until you’re screaming my name and begging me not to stop.”
She shudders, and I can scent how wet she is, how much she wants this despite her stiffness. But then she’s pushing at my chest, and I let her move me, confused.
Until she spins us, puts my back to the door, and slowly sinks to her knees.
Holy fuck.
“I love this side of you,” I breathe, watching her hands go to my belt.
She’s glancing up at me, eyes dark with desire, and starts working the buckle. Gets it open. Pops the button on my jeans. Lowers the zipper with agonizing slowness.
“Hannah—”
