Page 38 of To Hate You

I was high on his taste, on the smell of sex and cum blended with the scent of lemongrass bath oil. Finally releasing his fingers from my hair, he wiped my mouth with his thumb as I looked up at him. “Noah,” I started to beg, my body aching and trembling, needing release, or I’d fucking snap in half.

“Stay still, keep your hips up.”

I moaned and whimpered, tears prickling the corners of my eyes as he went to stand behind me. With his thumb and forefinger, he spread my pussy lips, and I arched my back.

“You’re practically coming already.” He touched my clit, and I cried out, my knees shaking when he thrust two fingers into me. “Come on my fingers,” he demanded, brushing his other palm along my naked thigh, slipping his thumb down my ass, creating more sensation than my body was able to handle. His fingers pumped in and out of me, bubbles and water splashing around me. A scream tore through me as I came, hardly able to keep holding on to the rim as my body burst with pleasure. Every muscle trembled; my lips parted with panting breaths.

Noah kissed against the hollow of my back, waiting for my pussy to stop pulsating around his fingers—making sure I felt every last bit of euphoria.

I leaned down with my forehead against the bathtub rim; my body spent as I tried to catch my breath, wincing when he pulled his fingers out of me.

“That’s my baby girl,” he murmured, and I opened my eyes when he crouched down in front of me, placing his fingers by his nose and inhaling before slipping it into his mouth, a guttural sound coming from his throat. “Absolute fucking perfection.”

Chapter15

Noah

There should be a law against me cooking. In fact, I should get banned from all kitchens everywhere. I couldn’t cook for shit. But one thing I did know how to make was pancakes.

Sienna came walking out of the bathroom, her wet curls hanging down in front of her shoulders, causing wet spots on the t-shirt she wore. My t-shirt. My girl.

“You can make pancakes?” She cocked a brow.

“I can.”

“You could have told me this the day I served you rubber disguised as pancakes.”

I flipped the pancake and placed it on a plate on the table. “I didn’t know how to make it then. It’s a newly acquired skill.”

She sat down and frowned as she studied me. “How new?”

I turned my back on her, pouring batter into the pan. “Like, new new.”

“As in, you learned how to make pancakes during the past couple of weeks?”

“Something like that.”

Silence followed, and I knew her mind was working overtime, thinking about why I’d learn how to make one of her favorites during the time we weren’t together.

I cleared my throat. “I guess I wanted to do something that reminded me of you.” I turned to face her. “Smelling and eating pancakes reminds me of you every fucking time.”

It was unmissable, the way her expression softened, those green eyes radiant with affection. “If it weren’t for you learning how to make pancakes during the time I was trying to pick my heart up from the floor, I’d be really fucking impressed right now.”

I snickered and placed another one on the pancake stack, then drenched it in syrup. The sugary sweet scent burst through the kitchen as it melted down the hot pancakes.

“I would love to act like a woman counting calories, but I’m starving right now.” She grabbed two pancakes and poured more syrup over them until it pooled in her plate.

I watched her as she ate, her tongue darting out now and then to lick her lips, then rolling the food around in her mouth, softly moaning in appreciation. “These are so good.”

“Everything is good when I’m involved.” I winked, and she slanted a brow.

“Careful there. You’re still sexy. Overconfidence might just fuck that up.”

I sat down and leaned back in my seat. “Say that again when you have my cock in your mouth.”

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. “Yeah, I have nothing to counter that with.”

“Good. Now shut up and finish your breakfast.”

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