Page 44 of Spell Ya Later

There is no doubt I will have intense stubble burn, and I’ll relish every second of it.

“You taste delicious,” he says into my neck.

I squirm, running my fingers through his hair and tugging. The groan I get in response curls my toes.

I want more of that sound. I could probably get off on that sound alone.

Before I can recover my wits his hand roughly grabs my breast, catching the very tip between his spread fingers.

Despite the fabric separating us, I arch and moan. The noise is inhuman. It’s a pure animalistic noise of pleasure.

“Fuck, that was hot.” His hand moves, massaging me through my clothes.

A voice in the back of my head reminds me that he wanted to wait. He wanted to talk. He wanted to go slow.

Shut up, voice, can you not see I am very much enjoying myself?

He matters more.

Ugh.Bitch.

“Noah,” I say, scratching along his scalp.

His eyes—which were firmly planted on my chest—meet mine. “Yeah? You okay?”

“I, um.” Courage, Hazel. “I’m great. Perfect, actually. You just...Earlier you wanted to take things slower?”

“Shit, you’re sweet.” He presses a quick kiss to my lips that has me chasing after him. “You’re right, though. I want to do this right.”

“I want to do this right, too. I like you, Noah. I know-ah I just said that, but I mean it.”

“Did you just use my name as a pun?”

“Yup. Figured you should know what you’re getting into.”

“I’m into you.”

A dorky grin breaks on my face. “Cute.”

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

My heart soars out of my chest and into the sky. I’m lighter than air as I soak in the blinding sunlight that is Noah Rogers. I want to live in this moment, catalog every single detail so I can play it over and over again in my mind. Right now, everything is perfect.

I smile. “Absolutely. Will you stay tonight so I can sleep in your arms?”

He returns my smile, the little dimple in his chin peeking through.

“Absolutely.”

Chapter 17

Early Start

Sunlight dances off little specks of dust in the air as my eyes blink open. I’m cocooned in Noah’s arms, his fingers splayed possessively across my chest and belly. His front pressed against my back provides that steady hum of electricity that I’ve come to crave.

His nose drags slowly along the back of my neck—achingly slowly—alighting every single nerve. They seem to converge in my core, an ache building in my lower half that grows with every second.

“I could get used to waking up to you.”