The Cinnamon Bun Book Store (Dream Harbor, #2)(28)

He groaned, pressing his forehead against her shoulder.

‘You okay?’ she asked, her voice breathy and tight.

‘Fine. Just trying not to come in my shorts.’

Her surprised laugh made him smile even though it was true. He was harder than hell and they both still had all their clothes on. He rolled her nipple between his fingers and she gasped, her body bowing toward his.

‘Noah,’ she groaned and he nearly lost it right then and there. How would he ever live his life normally after hearing Hazel Kelly groan his name? He really didn’t know, but he didn’t have time to think about that right now.

‘What do you want?’ he asked, brushing his lips against hers. He’d do anything. Strip down right here and take her on this beach blanket, despite his concerns about sand in unfortunate places and public indecency charges.

‘I want...’ She groaned a little in frustration, her hips moving on their own accord, rolling against his. She sighed. ‘We can’t.’

He looked down at her, her cheeks pink from desire. ‘Well ... we could...’ He took his hand from her breast and let it slide back down her stomach, pausing at the waistband of her shorts. ‘Let me make you come.’

Her eyes got impossibly wider. ‘Here? On the beach?’ She looked truly scandalized, but also like ... like she wanted to. And whether this was all part of her ‘live the last months of her twenties like a reckless teenager’ or not, Noah was here for it.

‘Yeah, here on the beach.’ He tore his gaze from Hazel’s to check up and down the beach again and saw no one. ‘Do you want to come, Hazel?’

Desire flared in her eyes, the flush on her cheeks deepening. She hesitated. ‘Okay.’

‘Okay? I’m going to need more enthusiastic consent than that,’ he said with a teasing grin, his fingers still running along the edge of her shorts.

She huffed. ‘Yes. Please. A big enthusiastic yes.’

He kissed the word from her lips and flicked open the button of her shorts with one hand. The zipper came down just as easily. He dipped his hand in, under her panties, not wasting any time. He was dying to know what color they were, but he could tell they were simple and cotton, no lace or frills and somehow this thrilled him even more. This wasn’t a hook-up. She wasn’t some girl he met at the bar.

His fingers brushed against her soft curls, dipping lower into the wet heat of her.

She bucked beneath him, her groan vibrating against his lips. ‘Holy crap, Noah.’

He stroked her, learning what she liked, letting her sighs and whimpers guide him. He kissed her, letting his tongue match the rhythm of his hand. He forced himself to stay in the moment, to not dwell on everything else he wanted to do to her, everywhere else he wanted to touch and taste.

Because right now, he had Hazel in his arms, whimpering his name as he circled his fingers faster, backing off and picking up again, until she was breathless.

‘Noah, please.’

He wanted to make it last longer, didn’t want the moment to end, but they were outside, in public. The beach was empty for now but people could show up at any time. The last thing he wanted to do was embarrass her or cause a town scandal. Showing up at the carnival together was one thing, public sex was another.

He worked his fingers faster until Hazel gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. She squeezed her eyes shut, a shudder running through her whole body.

‘That’s it ... Noah ... that’s it.’ Her voice broke as the orgasm crashed over her, Noah could feel it pulsing beneath his fingers. He slowed his movements, letting his hand linger in that private place against her for a moment longer before pulling it out.

Hazel stared up at him with a dazed expression. ‘That was...’

‘Good? I hope.’ He propped himself up on one elbow to look down at her.

‘Good is an inadequate word for what that was. That was incendiary ... transcendent...’

Noah laughed. ‘I’ve never heard anyone call an orgasm transcendent before.’

Hazel grinned. ‘Well, they should. That was amazing.’ She was buttoning her shorts and her gaze snagged on the raging erection still pushing against the front of Noah’s pants.

‘Uh ... I don’t think there’s a way to reciprocate that’s as discreet,’ she said.

‘No need. I’m fine.’

She frowned. ‘Are you sure?’

‘I’ll take care of it later.’

This seemed to catch her attention. A new flush worked its way up her cheeks. ‘You will?’

Noah gave her a slow smile. He liked this Hazel, this daring, sexy Hazel. ‘Does that turn you on, Haze? To think of me touching myself later?’

Her eyes widened like she was shocked at his words, but her tongue darted out and traced her bottom lip.

‘Maybe...’

‘Maybe?’ He raised an eyebrow. ‘What if I told you, I’ll be thinking about you when I do.’

She swallowed hard. ‘You will?’

Noah’s smile grew. ‘I’ll be thinking about how sexy you sound when you come and how your body felt in my hands.’

Her breath had gone shallow again, her gaze dark. God, what was he doing besides torturing them both? But he couldn’t stop. Not with Hazel looking at him like that.

‘I’ll be thinking about all the things I want to do to you next time.’