Page 55 of Just My Type
“I knew,” Cece says proudly. “I know everything.”
Everyone laughs at that, and Noah reaches around and takes one of my hands in both of his. When he looks up at me with that same combination of fun and heat that is so uniquely him and kisses my knee again, I think that I have never been so happy and so settled in my life, and for the first time in a long time maybe, just maybe, I am exactly where I am supposed to be, temporary home and all.
I think again about that list I made for him. The one that’s sitting in my phone, unsent.
Brave.
Picking up my phone from the arm of my chair, I unlock it, scrolling to my message thread with Noah.
Me
[Hannah’s fantasy list attached]
Noah’s phone dings, and I watch as he lifts a hip and digs it out of his pocket, unlocking the screen without looking at the notification. I can tell the exact second he opens the text because he inhales sharply, his shoulders going rigid. He stares at the screen for a long moment before his thumbs start to type. I’m already looking at my phone when the message comes through.
Noah
Game on, Gorgeous. Game fucking on.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
HANNAH
“What the fuck, Noah?” I hiss as he pulls me down the empty upstairs hallway of his parents’ house. Tugging me into a dark room at the end of the hall, he closes the door and presses me against it, sealing his mouth over mine.
His hands are everywhere. They cup my face and tangle in my hair. Glide over my collarbone and down the valley between my breasts. Rake over my ribs and along the sides of my breasts. He never stops touching me as his mouth devours mine in a kiss so hot I’m shocked I don’t combust right where I stand and take the entire house down with me in a fiery blaze.
“Fuck, Han,” Noah murmurs, breaking the kiss to glide his mouth over my jaw and down my neck, flicking the spot behind my ear with his tongue and sucking lightly at my pulse until a moan falls from my mouth and my clit throbs. Anchoring his hands on the sides of my torso, his thumbs glide lightly along the undersides of my breasts as his mouth travels to my collarbone, licking and sucking his way across the sensitive skin. “You thought you could send me a list of your fantasies while we were sitting in a circle of my entire familyand I would, what exactly? Just wait to start working on it until we were at home?”
I gasp when he licks along my bare shoulder, using his teeth to tug down the thin strap of my dress. “That was the idea,” I manage, my hands gripping his hips as he kisses along my chest, his thumbs moving to circle my nipples over the fabric of my dress.
Lifting his head, Noah meets my eyes. His are dark with desire, drenched in lust, and it has a thrill shooting through me. I thought the first time I was in this situation after Brett would be scary after what he did, but I don’t feel scared. I feel wanted. Needed. And that makes me feel powerful.
“Well, that was the wrong idea,” Noah rasps, leaning in and running his tongue over my bottom lip. “Not only did you send me that list, but when you stood up from your chair and walked by me earlier, I saw up your dress.” He flashes me a wide grin. “A better man would have tried not to look, but you are so damn hot, and I am not a better man. So I looked, and I’ve been hard as fuck ever since.”
He leans in, grinding his hips against me so I can feel every single hard inch of him. “I think if I don’t get to touch that lace I saw between your legs in the next ten seconds, I’m going to lose my damn mind. One of the things on your list was to have sex somewhere you could get caught. Well, here we are in my childhood bedroom in my parents’ house where anyone could catch us, so fucking check, Gorgeous.”
“You want to have sex with me against the door of your childhood bedroom?” I ask as his lips return to my neck, and fuck, I didn’t realize there were so many places on a neck that felt so good.
Noah lifts his head and smirks at me. “Han, there is literally nowhere in the entire universe I wouldn’t want to have sex with you, but we’ve got some stops to make before we get there, and I don’t want to miss one single one. Right now, I want my hands under your very pretty dress. I want to slide my fingers insideyou and feel your pussy clench around them. I want to feel you dripping down my hand, and I want you to ride my fingers until you come all over them. Unless you tell me to stop, I’m going to do all of that right here against my bedroom door, right the fuck now.”
My mind goes blank at his words. I want that. I want all of it. But I don’t know how to tell him that. How to take what I want. How to ask for it. How to ask him to relieve this achy, needy feeling swamping my body. The pulsing between my legs.
“How is any of that going to take care of this?” I push my hips against the massive erection tenting his shorts. It’s the only thing I can think to ask, and Noah looks me right in the eyes, his hands cupping my face in a tender way that is the exact opposite of the filthy words that fell from his mouth thirty seconds ago.
“That’s not important. You’re important.” Noah leans in and kisses me softly.
“What you want.” He skates his lips over my jaw.
“What you need.” He slides his hands back and tangles his fingers in my hair.
“How you feel.” He kisses one of my cheeks and then the other.
“Your pleasure.” He kisses my lips again, teasing my mouth open and sliding his tongue inside to glide along mine.
“You, Hannah.” Noah breaks the kiss and returns his gaze to mine. “Every single thing about you is the most important thing to me, so tell me, Han. Can I touch you? Make you feel so, so good?”
I have no idea how in the world Noah knows the exact right thing to say to me. How he knows just what I need to hear. Whether he knows he’s the first man ever to tell me that I’m important. That my pleasure matters. To act like it does.
