Page 119 of Just My Type
“That was you and me, baby. Like I told you before, we’re fire together. Like, burn the damn building down hot.”
“Got that right,” I practically gasp.
Noah chuckles, standing with me in his arms, walking away from the couch.
“Where are you going?” I mumble.
“Right here.” Noah lays me down on the bed with my head on the pillow, crawling over me, his knees on either side of one of my legs and his forearms bracketing my head. “I need to be inside you, and I want it to be right here. Inourbed.”
The possession in his tone has my stomach swooping as I hook a leg around his waist and reach down, wrapping my hand around his cock. When I run my thumb over his head, spreading his precum around, Noah hisses out a breath. “I think I like possessive Noah,” I say, grinning at him.
“Only with you, Hannah. Only ever with you. Now, put me inside you. Please. I need you so much.” Noah drops his hips and seals his mouth to mine, kissing me deeply, his tongue tangling with mine as I guide him to my entrance, our moans mingling together as he slides inside me, filling me all the way up.
“You feel so good.” I gasp against his mouth, rolling my hips up to grind my clit against the base of his cock, my pussy clenching at the feel of him so deep inside me, hitting me in every single place I need him.
“I feel good because we were made for each other, Hannah. You were made to be mine.”
Pulling out, Noah thrusts back in and starts to fuck me with a fast, punishing rhythm that sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body. Wrapping my other leg around his waist, I meet him thrust for thrust, heat spiraling through me at the way his body moves against me. At the dark, feral look in his eyes when they lock with mine. At the way his hair falls over his face and his jaw clenches tight, like he’s holding onto his control for dear life.
I know exactly what to do to make it snap.
Holding his eyes, I raise my arms above my head and cross my wrists. Understanding flashes in Noah’s eyes, and his hips slow as he searches my face.
“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice ragged with emotion and the effort of holding back his pleasure.
“Yes,” I say, realizing that I have never been more sure of anything in my life. “I didn’t put it on the list because I wasn’t sure if I would ever feel safe enough to do this again. But I feel safe with you. I want you to, Noah. Please.”
Stroking my cheek with his thumb, the look on Noah’s face has butterflies exploding in my stomach even as my core throbs with the need for more. “Just tell me if you want me to stop.”
I nod. “Always.”
Noah reaches up and locks his hand around my wrists, pinning them to the bed. My heart speeds up, and a tiny shimmer of panic works its way through me, but I close my eyes and take a deep breath, shoving the fear away.
“Look at me, Hannah.”
When I do, the look on Noah’s face has every ounce of panic disappearing, replaced by an emotion so intense my eyes burn. “You are amazing,” he says quietly, rocking his hips slowly. “So brave.” He leans down, pressing a line of kisses down my neck as his hips speed up. “So beautiful it makes my chest ache.”
Noah finds a rhythm that has us both moaning, gasping, as he peppers kisses along my neck, my face, wherever he can reach, fucking me with sharp thrusts of his hips, slamming into me as guttural groans fall from his throat and I roll my hips up to meet his thrusts, moving with him as we climb towards the precipice together.
“It’s so good,” I cry out, locking my legs tighter around his hips, digging my heels into his ass to pull him closer. Deeper. “Don’t stop. Please. I’m so close.”
“Never,” Noah grunts. “I’ll never stop. I love fucking you in our bed. In our apartment. Ours.” Noah locks his hand tighter around my wrists, pounding into me harder as our sweat-slickbodies slap together in an erotic rhythm. “Mine,” he growls, and his possessiveness has me clenching around him, pleasure coiling tight in my stomach, ready to explode.
“Fuck. Yes,” he pants through heavy breaths. “Give it to me, Hannah. Come for me. Now.”
I do. My orgasm rips through me as my body convulses, my legs shaking around his hips and waves of pleasure swamping me until black spots dot my vision as Noah keeps driving into me, his cock swelling and pulsing until he comes on a long, low groan, covering my mouth with his and kissing me hard and deep as he spills himself inside me.
Noah’s hips slow as we both come down, and when the pleasure finally ebbs, he collapses to the bed, taking me with him. Rolling to his side, he tugs me against him until I’m facing him, our heads on the same pillow and his arm wrapped around my waist, anchoring me to him.
“Pretty girl,” he murmurs, stroking a finger over my cheek. “I love you, Hannah. I love you so fucking much. Was that okay?” Noah reaches down and takes my hand, picking it up and examining my wrists.
I put my hand on his cheek, bringing his eyes back to mine. “It was perfect, Noah. And I love you too. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I think our life together is going to be one wild adventure.”
Noah grins and tangles a hand in my hair, bringing my mouth to his in a long, slow kiss. “Bet your ass, Gorgeous. And the adventure is just beginning.”
EPILOGUE
HANNAH
