Page 54 of Spell Ya Later

The build-up can only go for so long, the waves can only crash for so long before they break. And I’m going to break in two.

“Suck,” he says, pressing his thumb to my lips. I hollow my cheeks around the digit before he quickly withdraws it.

His spit-soaked thumb finds where we’re joined and rubs in gentle circles just as he hitches my leg over his elbow. The new angle causes him to hit a spot that Laura told medefinitely exists, and my consciousness shatters.

Waves of electricity and satisfaction roll over my skin in a delicious mix as my back bows as much as Noah’s grip allows. I feel him, too.

I feel how my orgasms trigger his, which triggers more of mine. How I milk him dry.

I lose consciousness.

My eyes flutter and everything has changed. I’m on my side and Noah faces me, running his fingers over my cheeks.

“Hey, there you are,” he says, a relieved exhale escapes his kiss-bruised lips. “Kinda lost you there for a second.”

A dopey smile breaks my face. I may be a little cock-drunk. “How long was I out?”

“Maybe a minute. Long enough for me to worry, but not long enough for me to call an ambulance.”

I nuzzle into the perfect chest before me, an arm instantly wrapping around my back. “You’re just that good, I guess.”

“Me?How about you?”

“Beginner’s luck.” I smirk, snuggling further.

He pulls back with a confused head tilt. “Beginner’s what now?”

Right. I didn’t tell him about that. Well, no going back now.

“You were my first.” I can’t help but cringe, looking up at him from under my lashes.

“Shit, Hazel!” His hands are soft, caressing me, looking me over. “Did I hurt you? If I knew...I could’ve been softer, slower. I should have prepped you.”

I hush him with a finger on his lips. “It was perfect.”

“But—”

“It was perfect. Now hold me and tell me you enjoyed it, so I don’t get a complex.”

He chuckles, bringing me back into his chest. Into his safety.

Chapter 20

That Electric Spark

It’s torture kicking Noah out of my apartment in the morning, but I was told I’m not allowed any absences. And I’m not risking pissing Grandma off.

Despite my desire to lie on top of Noah like Rosie the cat and refuse to let him leave.

Once Ifinallyget him out of the door, I change and bounce downstairs to the shop. I’m practically dancing through her office and into the main area of the store.

Grandma, however, stands straight with her arms folded across her chest. Her stare stops me in my tracks.

“You are five minutes late.”

Shit.

My gaze falls to the floor. “I’m sorry, Grandma.”