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“Fuuuuck,” Noah says on a low moan, thrusting up and meeting my hips, giving me the extra friction I’m looking for. “So. Fucking. Perfect.” He punctuates each word with a punishing thrust, and I’m teetering on the edge so fast my head spins.
“It’s so good,” I sob out, my head dropping back as Noah leans in and licks up my throat, biting and sucking the sensitive skin as he fucks me with abandon, and I fuck him right back. We’re a mess of grinding hips and roving hands. Every nerve ending I have is on fire, and the hand on my ass presses tighter, holding me against his thrusts as he strums my clit faster.
“We’re so good, Gorgeous. So, so good. You’re squeezing me so tightly, and I’m so fucking close to blowing inside this perfectpussy. But you first. You always first. Come for me, Hannah. Take what’s yours.”
I buck my hips desperately, torn between wanting this pleasure to last forever and not being entirely sure I could survive any more, but Noah makes the decision for me. He rolls my clit between two fingers, thrusting up into me at the same time, and I feel myself clench around him, clawing at his shoulders as I hurl into oblivion, the wave hitting me so hard I swear I black out for a second. Noah slides the hand on my ass back up to my neck, bringing me close enough to seal his mouth over mine, swallowing my cries as he pulses inside me and comes in a hot gush.
Our mouths are a messy tangle, the room filled with the sounds of our panting breaths and slapping bodies as we ride out the waves of our orgasms together. It goes on and on for what feels like forever, but when the pleasure finally ebbs, I collapse against Noah in a boneless heap, my head on his shoulder and my heart galloping. “Shit,” I gasp, my brain too scrambled to say anything else.
“Shit is right,” Noah manages, and I hear the smile in his voice. “I think you broke me.”
I laugh breathlessly as Noah glides trembling hands up and down my back. “I think maybe we broke each other. That was...I don’t even have the words for what that was.”
“Everything,” I murmur. “It was everything.”
With his hands cupping my face, Noah pulls me up so we’re looking at each other. “It was okay?” he asks, the tenderness on his face, the uncertainty in his voice, making my heart crack.
I lean in and kiss him, feeling his sigh of what feels like relief. “It was perfect, Noah. You were perfect. Thank you for listening to me. For giving me what I needed.”
Noah’s face turns serious, his thumbs stroking my cheeks. “I will always listen to you, Han, and I swear that you will always get what you need from me.”
“I know,” I say, and I do. I have some work to do to untangleeverything that happened with Brett. The way it ended. What he did. But I can’t help but think that tonight was a big step in the right direction, and I realize, in this moment, that there is no one who I would rather have taken it with than Noah. I smile, leaning in and kissing him again, laughing when he tips us over so we’re laying sideways, facing each other, our legs tangled together. “What if there was something I needed right now?”
Noah strokes a hand down my side, settling on the curve of my waist. “Name it. Your wish is my command.”
I press a kiss to his shoulder and grin. “Tacos. I really, really need tacos.”
“Fuck yes,” Noah says with a groan. “I’m starving.” He returns my grin with a wicked one of his own. “Can we eat them naked?”
I make a face. “Naked eating is weird.”
“Wrong answer, Han. Naked eating is awesome because then I get to eat tacos and I get to look at my wife’s taco at the same time. Win, win.”
I snort out a laugh. “Well, when you put it like that.”
He leans in and blows a raspberry on my neck and I laugh again, trying to roll away, but Noah just grabs me around the waist and hauls me back to him, peppering my face with kisses. “Okay fine, you can put on a shirt, but it has to be one of mine, and you can’t wear anything underneath it. That’s my final offer.”
“Sold. Are you going to be the one to go down and get our phones, too? We were…preoccupied earlier and left literally everything in the car.”
Noah chuckles. “I’m almost positive I parked in front of a fire hydrant too. And forgot to lock the car.”
“So, you’ll probably have a ticket, and all our stuff may or may not have been stolen?”
Noah shrugs and grins. “Worth it.”
When he tugs me closer to him and gives me a kiss full of laughter and fun, I know he’s right. This night, this moment, is worth everything.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
HANNAH
“Let’s go, Gorgeous. We’ve got places to be.”
Hours after Noah and I ate like twenty tacos each and played a very fun game of share the shower, I’m sitting on the most comfortable couch in the world in Noah’s living room. My laptop is in my lap and my eyes scan the screen, a little thrill running through me at the words I’ve written tonight. Lots of words. Three thousand, to be exact. Really, really good words. The best words, maybe. Before I can snarl at the interruption, a bundle of fabric lands on the couch next to me. Glancing over, I see a pair of my shorts and a T-shirt and look up at Noah standing right in front of me.
“What is this?”
Noah crosses his arms over his chest, and I’m momentarily distracted by his biceps. I’ve never thought I was an arm girl, but for some reason Noah’s arms really do it for me. All of Noah does it for me. With his messy hair and the low-slung athletic shorts and white T-shirt he’s wearing, he looks so good I kind of want to lick every inch of him. But when I catch his eye, I see theI’m planning somethinglook I’ve become intimately familiarwith over the past six weeks or so, and I know my plan to devour him is going to be put on hold.
