The Cinnamon Bun Book Store (Dream Harbor, #2)(64)

‘Yeah,’ she paused, her gaze on his. ‘It’s just ... I don’t usually come this way. I mean during this ... part. I didn’t want you to be ... offended.’

Noah paused his movements, his forehead dropping to Hazel’s. ‘Offended?’

‘It ... it feels really good. I just don’t usually ... reach...’

‘Yep. I got it.’

‘Sorry. Does that make it less fun for you?’

Less fun for him? Jesus, this woman was going to kill him. He literally could not think of a single place he’d rather be right now.

‘Don’t be sorry. Don’t ever be sorry for something like that.’ His voice came out harsher than he intended but he was buried deep in the woman of his dreams and so irrationally angry at everyone she’d ever had sex with at the same time. It was a confusing moment, to say the least.

‘Let’s try something else, okay?’ he asked, softening his tone.

‘Okay.’

He pulled out and turned so he was sitting on the bed. His head brushed the low ceiling but they would fit.

‘Come here.’

Hazel repositioned herself so she was straddling his lap. ‘I don’t usually do it this way. I mean, in the past.’

Noah bit down on the sharp response he wanted to give to Hazel’s past boyfriends. ‘It might be a better angle for you.’

Hazel lowered herself onto his erection and Noah nearly came from the sight of Hazel’s hand wrapped around him, guiding him in.

‘Oh.’ Her eyes widened.

‘See,’ he said with a grin. He put his hands on her hips and rocked her forward.

Her eyes went wider. ‘Oh!’

‘Yeah, exactly.’

She rocked on her own this time, a low groan echoing from her chest to his. ‘Holy crap, Noah.’

‘Better, sweet girl?’ he rumbled and she stilled, holding his gaze, a beautiful blush crossing her cheeks at the nickname.

‘Much,’ she breathed, moving again.

‘That’s right. Find how you like it,’ he murmured in her ear and she picked up her pace. She rocked again and every thrust sent pleasure skittering down his spine. He was surrounded by her, her scent, her smooth skin, her plush body. Hazel, Hazel, Hazel.

He took a nipple into his mouth and Hazel’s back bowed. She held his head to her and he sucked while she rode him.

‘Oh God, oh God, oh God,’ she crooned.

‘That’s it,’ he said, breaking away only long enough to say it before taking her other nipple in his mouth.

Her fingers tightened in his hair, her thighs squeezing his hips.

Hazel screamed.

Hazel babbled a string of filthy words Noah had never heard come out of her mouth.

Hazel murmured his name.

And Noah came harder than he ever had in his entire life.





Rain still pattered gently against the skylight but the wind had stopped. Noah had said they could sail back whenever she was ready.

But then he’d pulled out his book and stretched out on the rumpled bed, giving Hazel a little smirk as he’d done it. So she pulled out her book, too, cozy again in one of Noah’s sweatshirts, and laid down beside him.

They were still reading an hour later, Hazel’s head now resting on Noah’s stomach, his fingers trailing through her hair. The cabin was dim, lit by a few small lamps and the gray light from outside. Her skin was sticky from the salt air and ... other things, and her hair was a tangled mess, but Hazel was having a hard time remembering the last time she felt this content.

‘No way,’ Noah murmured above her and she bit down on a smile. He’d been doing that all afternoon, too. Little exclamations of surprise and excitement as he read. It was almost as sexy as all the stuff he’d done to her before they started reading.

‘What?! No way.’

Hazel giggled.

‘Sorry. Am I disrupting you?’ he asked.

Hazel rolled over so she could look at him. His coarse hair stuck up on one side and he was in nothing but a white undershirt and boxers. His tattoos flexed and danced as he moved his arms to put his book aside.

‘Not disrupting me. I like it. I mean, I like this.’

He grinned and the room was suddenly bright.

‘Me too.’

‘I think this was my favorite day.’

Noah rolled so he was on his side too, his face close to hers. ‘Of all our HANSOF adventures, this was your favorite?’ he asked with a smile. ‘The one where we almost died?’

‘Died?! You said you had it under control!’

Noah laughed. ‘I’m kidding! I totally had it under control.’

Hazel frowned and he kissed her nose. And in that moment, she could picture it. She could picture so many days just like this one. Well, maybe with less near-death experiences. But ones where they went on little adventures together and ended the day reading in bed and it was so freaking perfect, it hurt.

‘No, I meant, my favorite day. Of all the days.’ She held his gaze and watched as his smile turned serious. Her stomach rolled dangerously, much worse than it had in the storm.

He brushed a curl from her face. ‘Me too.’ His voice was low and rough like those two words meant so much more than he spoke out loud. Like maybe he meant, me too, you’re my favorite person, too. Me too, I have all my favorite days with you.