The Cinnamon Bun Book Store (Dream Harbor, #2)(38)

She might be starting to believe it. With the way he was looking at her, touching her like he couldn’t get enough. She’d be an idiot not to believe it.

He ducked his head and took her nipple in his mouth. He sucked and Hazel’s head dropped back. It thunked against the top cabinets but she didn’t feel it. She didn’t feel anything except Noah’s mouth on her body and the growing ache between her legs.

‘You okay?’ he asked, lapping at her nipple between words.

Hazel groaned. ‘Yes. Very okay.’

She could feel his smile against the curve of her breast.

‘Do you want me to keep going?’

‘God, yes.’

He chuckled and then ran his tongue over her other nipple. Hazel’s body arched toward him. She wasn’t in control of it anymore. This was a new body. A body that wanted and was wanted. This body was sexy and desirable, and even if those feelings hadn’t totally sunk into her brain yet they had been thoroughly absorbed by her skin.

Noah alternated between sucking and flicking his tongue over her sensitized nipples until Hazel wondered if she could come just from this. Was that a thing? How had she come this far and still know so little about her own body?

And why had her past boyfriends paid so little attention to her breasts? They were right there!

Hazel’s fingers gripped tight to the edge of the counter like she might float away if she didn’t hold on. Her heels dug into Noah’s lower back and her gaze had wandered down to where Noah was worshiping her body.

She moaned at the sight of his mouth on her breast. His eyes met hers and liquid heat flooded her veins. He licked her one last time and then raised his head to kiss her, his lips warm and soft now.

‘Do you want me to keep going?’ he asked between kisses.

‘Yes.’ Her voice was embarrassingly breathy but she couldn’t help it. ‘You don’t have to keep asking, I’m okay.’

He pulled back, a crease between his brows. ‘Of course I have to keep asking, Haze.’

‘Oh. I just meant ... I don’t want you to worry about me or anything.’

He kissed along her neck again. ‘I want this to be good for you. Every time. I’ll always ask.’

She pried her fingers from the counter and ran them across the wide expanse of his back. A little thrill ran through her at the touch, at the fact that she was allowed to touch him.

‘Okay. I want this to be good for you, too.’

He kissed across her cheeks, nudging her glasses with his nose. ‘Thank you. So far I’m enjoying myself very much.’

She huffed a small laugh as he kissed down the ridge of her nose.

‘May I?’ he asked, pausing before he lifted the glasses from her face. She nodded and he set them down beside her on the counter. He kissed her long and slow and deep.

‘I want to go down on you.’ The words were a low rumble in her ear and just hearing him say it out loud made her shiver. ‘Can I?’

‘Yes,’ she squeaked. She cleared her throat. ‘Definitely.’

He smiled, leaving another lingering kiss on her lips while he undid her pants. She lifted her hips so he could slide them off, leaving her in nothing but her underwear sitting on her kitchen counter.

Nothing so scandalous had ever happened to her in her entire life, which she realized said a lot about her life. But that was what she was trying to remedy, right? And Noah kneeling in between her legs felt like just the thing to do it.

His hands were on her hips and he pulled her forward so her butt was right on the edge.

‘God, you’re killing me Hazel,’ he groaned, running a finger down the front of her underwear. The touch was light, barely a touch at all and still Hazel felt everything tighten, everything in her body coming to focus on that one single touch, that one finger.

‘Killing you how?’ Her voice wasn’t hers. It was breathy and far away.

‘These little cotton panties. I’ve been thinking about them since the beach.’

Shit. Should she be wearing some kind of lacy thong or something? Hazel owned exactly one lacy thong that she had worn exactly once for an anniversary. Joel, her boyfriend at the time, had given it a cursory glance before tossing it aside. Fancy underwear just hadn’t seemed worth it after that. And they weren’t very comfortable.

Hazel glanced down. But now with Noah face to face with her practical, polka-dotted, cotton underwear she could feel the sexy confidence seeping from her body. She was losing it.

Until Noah leaned forward and ran his tongue over the front of them.

He groaned and it vibrated through her entire body.

Maybe the moment was salvageable after all. ‘I can...’ Hazel went to take them off, but Noah grabbed her wrists, stilling her in place.

‘No,’ his voice was nearly a growl. ‘Keep them on.’

‘You ... like them?’

He looked up at her, a look of shocked exasperation on his face. ‘These panties are all I’ve thought about for the past twenty-four hours. Well, these panties and seeing you in them. Ever since I got a feel of them yesterday, I’ve wanted to see you in nothing but these.’ He grinned. ‘And look at that. Dreams really do come true.’

Hazel’s laugh dissolved as soon as Noah ran another finger down her core. She was sure her panties were already soaked through, but she forced herself not to be embarrassed by that, not to close her legs.