The Cinnamon Bun Book Store (Dream Harbor, #2)(39)

Instead she let her head drop back, gently this time, to the cabinets behind her, and let Noah tease her with his fingers and his mouth. By the time he finally tugged the underwear to the side and licked her bare flesh Hazel was so close to coming she was surprised she didn’t fall apart after the first flick of his tongue.

‘So perfect,’ he murmured and Hazel’s toes curled. He mimicked the same attention he’d paid to her breasts, alternating between licking and sucking until Hazel thought this man’s mouth must be some kind of national treasure. Like maybe there should be a holiday designated to it.

Heat was building everywhere. Heat and a throbbing ache pulsed through her. Sounds were spilling out of Hazel that she didn’t want to think too closely about or she’d be horrified. Deep guttural sounds that were being torn from her by the pleasure racking her body. Noah’s fingers dug tight into her hips, holding her in place as he brought her to the brink.

And then he freed her hips to press a thumb to her clit, steady pressure right to the center of her. White-hot pleasure shot straight to her toes.

Hazel’s life flashed before her eyes.

No, not her whole life, just all the mediocre sex she’d had until this very moment. No sound escaped her, no breath.

He switched back to his mouth, sucking relentlessly.

Hazel broke.

Her body shuddered, a low, keening moan tearing from her lips. It went on and on until she finally twisted her body away, unable to take another second. It was too much. Her whole body shook, her throat raw from whatever animalistic sounds she’d been making. Thank God the windows were shut or the neighbors probably would have called the police by now.

Holy shit. This man deserved two holidays, a parade and a statue in the town square.

Noah laid gentle kisses along her inner thighs before standing. She leaned forward and pressed her head into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, letting his fingers skate over the naked skin of her back.

He was still fully dressed, but having his arms around her made her feel safe and not exposed.

His heart was thudding hard beneath her forehead. She should reciprocate. She needed to return the favor. She just needed a minute to catch her breath.

‘Did you ... I mean, was it okay?’ he asked.

Hazel pulled back, staring in disbelief. ‘Was it okay? Noah, that was...

‘Transcendent?’ he asked, the slow smile returning to his face.

‘Beyond.’

‘Good.’ He pressed a kiss to her forehead. ‘I should get going.’

‘Wait, what? You can’t go.’ How could you even think about leaving now? After ... that? Hazel’s post-orgasm glow was threatening to fade.

‘It’s getting late.’

‘But you ... but I didn’t get to...’

He gave her a rueful smile. ‘Haze, it’s okay. This one was for you.’

She frowned. ‘No. Now we’re all lopsided.’

‘Trust me, we’re not. That was amazing.’

She ran a hand over the front of his jeans and the hard ridge of his erection. He sucked in a quick intake of breath. ‘But I want you to feel as good as I do right now.’

He groaned, leaning his forehead against hers. ‘I appreciate that, I really, really do. But I don’t have a condom.’

She hadn’t considered that at all. She hadn’t even planned to have him come in.

‘Me, neither.’

‘So I should go.’

‘No!’

‘Hazel...’

‘We could ... I mean ... I will...’

‘Hazel it’s fine, really. I’m a big boy. I can?—’

‘I want to go down on you, too,’ she blurted, cutting him off.

Noah’s eyes widened, the pupils swallowing the color. She didn’t miss the stutter in his breath. She liked it.

Her smile grew. ‘I want to go down on you, Noah. May I?’ She licked her bottom lip and Noah’s groan reverberated through the kitchen.

‘I’m going to need an enthusiastic yes before I can continue,’ she teased. Noah nipped her bottom lip and she yelped.

‘Yes,’ he held her gaze. ‘Yes, I want you to go down on me.’





Chapter Fifteen





It was possible that Noah was having some sort of fever dream. But if he was, he sure as hell didn’t want to wake up.

Not now. Not with Hazel in nothing but her underwear on her knees in front of him. He should have left. He intended to leave, to be a gentleman, to get Hazel off and then go on his way. He didn’t want to pressure her into anything and he sure as hell didn’t want her to think he expected anything from her.

But then she’d asked him, Hazel Kelly asked for permission to go down on him, and it had been the hottest thing that had ever happened to him.

Well, the hottest thing before Hazel undid his pants and slid off the countertop. And now here she was, her soft eyes on his, kneeling at his damn feet and Noah did not know what to do. He was not equipped for this. This was Hazel. Not some random chick from the bar. Sweet, smart Hazel Kelly from the bookstore. Hazel who he hadn’t stopped thinking about for the past year. Hazel, who he liked to think was slowly becoming his friend.

And now she was naked, and he knew what she tasted like and the noises she made when she came, and...