Page 74 of Spell Ya Later

My eyes flutter shut as he presses me back against the wall. The coarse texture of the paint scratches my bare skin and I push up against Noah. A still partially clothed Noah. I lift my hand to help divest him of the barriers between us but he stops me. He takes my hands in one of his and presses them against the wall above my head.

“Did I tell you that you could do that?” Despite the harshness of the words, his tone is soft. Loving, but confident.

I open my eyes. “No. No, you didn’t.”

His other hand trails down and grasps my ass. “I’ll spank you if you do it again.”

“Oh, yeah?” A giggle escapes me. He’s never spanked me before, and I mean...It’s Noah.

The crack sounds before the pain blossoms on my skin. I suck in a breathy moan as the warmth travels up my spine.

An almost evil grin spreads on Noah’s face at my reaction. “That’s interesting.”

I squirm, pushing myself into his hand and his chest simultaneously.

Fuck, why does he still have his pants on? This is almost offensive at this point.

“Noah.” The word is breathless, almost too quiet, yet jarring in the silence of the room. “Please.”

“I got you, Hazel. Let go.”

A weight lifts off my chest at his words. I can trust Noah, I know Noah would never leave me. I love him.

I stop the struggle. My body relaxes against the wall, my hands go limp in his grasp, and I allow him to do whatever he wants.

His hand travels up my spine and rests on my cheek. “Come here.”

The kiss is deep, as if he’s trying to pull my very soul from me. Not breaking the kiss, he releases me from his grip to—finally—remove his pants. I keep my hands where they are on the wall despite the itch to help him, to rip him free from his confines.

He unzips his jeans, pushing them off to the ground with his socks and shoes. Warm skin presses me back against the wall, his large palm holding my jaw exactly where he wants.

“You’re so good, baby,” he murmurs against my lips. “Look at you. So good.”

He lifts me from the wall and walks us to the bedroom, nose buried in my throat. It’s all I can do to hang on. In a moment, we’re tangled together on the flowered bedspread.

“I want you to ride me,” he says, pulling me on top of him. “I want to watch you take exactly what you need.”

He could tell me to do anything at this point. I’d do it, no question.

I steady myself on his chest as he lines us up and I finally sink down.

The stretch isexquisite, and then it happens again. My mind expands and it’s not just me—it’s us.

“Oh!” I gasp as our hips meet.

“Fuck, I can’t help it.” He sits up. I’m still in his lap, but his hands are all over me, crushing us together as he steals the breath from my lungs with his kiss. He slides to the edge of the bed, planting his feet on the ground.

We move.

Our kissing becomes more like panting in each other’s mouths as we rock in a steady rhythm. My nails dig into his shoulders, leaving crescent moons on his skin.

“Baby,” he breathes. “Hazel. I love you.”

Our movement stutters for a second as my heart stops. But I can feel him, I can feel what he feels, and he means it. He’s not caught up in the moment.

He loves me.

“I love you, Noah. I’ve loved you forever.”