Chapter 39
HANNAH
Comfy sweats and a good book are all I need right now.
Maya is aware I’m hiding out in my room, explaining I need some time to recharge after today’s training with Noah.
She doesn’t bother to question further; instead, she offers to drop off food, but I suggest catching up with her later for dinner and grabbing some trail mix I find in the minibar.
Deep in my favorite romance novel, soft knocks pull my attention away. I frown, because sometimes Maya doesn’t listen and makes herself at home. Well, I wouldn’t mind some extra snacks, and I’m getting to the good part where the main male lead confesses his love to her.
Slipping in a bookmark to hold my spot, I scuffle over the hardwood floor in my slippers, opening the door, only for me to immediately regret it.
I’m suggesting a peephole the minute I get rid of him.
Noah stands outside my cabin, hands in his pockets, still wearing his thick, black puffer jacket, with a matching winter hat. He never changed out of his training gear.
A sour expression taints his face. A nice reminder of the person he truly is. Moody, arrogant, rude…
“Where's your brunette friend?”
“Cassy? Probably back at her cabin, I don’t really care.”
I try to forget our little sexual encounter, but it burns like a thick wick, bright and inviting. His stare alone sets my skin ablaze.
Gosh, if I can just run my fingers through his ha—
“May I come in?’ he asks, watching me curiously.
I shake my head. “Depends, what do you want?”
He smirks. “To talk.”
“Noah Hart wants to talk? About what?” I’m stalling, and he fucking knows it because his smile only widens.
“My, do we have a lot of questions? You know, the longer you keep me out here, the more fans will notice and want to be nosy.”
I step back and extend my arm to welcome him inside, plastering on a fake smile.
Definitely a bad idea.
Noah moves with grace for someone so tall and takes a seat at the edge of my bed. I stand before him, knowing exactly why he came here.
“Practice is over,” I stress, shifting my stance.
“I’m aware,” he responds, watching me watch him.
The imaginary candle wick continues to burn.
“Then…?” I’ll continue to play stupid if it gets him to leave.
Noah slowly starts to remove his winter coat, and my lungs constrict as air leaves me. “What are you doing?”
“I told you, I can’t have you wound up, and since we were rudely interrupted the other day…” he trails off, tossing his knitted hat on a nearby chair. “I remember quite clearly you consented to our agreement.”
My feet remain glued to the floor, at a loss for words. He can’t be serious? “Noah, what happened the other day was a simple lapse in judgment.”
“Was it?” he hums, standing now.
I gulp. “Yes.”
He smirks as he runs a hand through his dark, curly hair. “You’re lying.”
“I’m not. Are you that cocky to believe you can make any girl drop to her knees before you? My god, you really know how to slip a mask on and cover your shitty personality, and I’m the dumb ass who fell for it.”
“Hannah,” he says, his voice thick and raspy. Noah’s dark eyes burn right through my core. I’ve become the mouse, caught in his trap.
He never calls me Hannah.
The tension between us grows heavy, my chest feeling exposed through the thin material of my pajamas, revealing my need before him.
He licks his lips, eyes darkening more and sensually.
I can stop this. All of it. Right here and now.
But I’d be lying to myself, because the first taste of Noah Hart, of what we can do, what he can do to me…letting us play, had me hooked.
“How obvious do I have to make it when it comes to my visceral need to touch you?”
Noah thumbs his bottom lip, my heart pounds like a sledgehammer, working overtime.
He wants this just as much as I want to feel what those lips are like against my own.
I want to know where those big hands can roam, or what it’s like to straddle his lap while his fingers are tightly entwined in my hair.
I’m already across the room before I can think rationally, and jump into his arms, our lips colliding.
My imaginary candle has gone up in flames, engulfing everything in its path, igniting my veins from the inside until a white-hot burn scorches my very being.
Noah cradles my head and cups my ass, sitting right back on the edge of my bed as I devour the kiss, straddling his lap. Our tongues collide, teeth scraping against teeth, the sound of our heavy breaths and small whimpers of need infusing the air.
Kissing him is euphoric, a high I’ll constantly chase once it’s over.
I grind shamelessly against him, his sharp intake of breath from my movements only heightening my need, my very core slicking with wetness.
God, he’s right. I’m too wound up, and this kiss alone has already started to release some of the tension along my shoulders as Noah flips me over onto my back, never breaking our kiss.
The more our tongues collide, the more his hands travel along my body, once again tugging at the hem of my shirt.
Noah breaks our kiss, looking into my eyes. “May I take this off?”
It never ceases to amaze me his manners when it comes to my comfort level. How can someone come off so arrogant and rude, only to act soft and respectful behind closed doors?
I run my fingers through his hair, so soft and so easy to pull.
I tug lightly, and he chuckles. His eyes look lighter today, more of a honey color. Noah looks…happy.
“Yes,” I breathe, lifting my body up so he can remove the shirt, tossing it behind him. Thankful I wore comfortable pants to hide the stretch marks on my midsection.
I lay back down, and his pupils are blown from my exposed chest.
Noah traces a delicate finger down the center of my cleavage, my body trembling from his touch alone. “Absolutely perfect.” His swollen lips descend to my right nipple, my chest rising and falling at a rapid pace, when the first kiss lets a loud moan escape my mouth.
Noah licks and sucks until it’s swollen and red, leaving behind a hickey near my nipple. He begins again with the other, giving my left the same attention, my moans escalating with each tug and nibble.
“I don’t think you realize how fucking perfect these are.” His tongue flicks across my peak before covering it with his entire mouth, sucking.
My fingers grip his hair, my nails digging into his scalp as his mouth on my breast has me begging, desperate for him to be inside me.
He groans, sucking hard.
A loud pop comes from his mouth when he releases my nipple, and my back arches as he kisses past my stomach, right on my navel.
Shit, he’s close to an area I can’t let him see, not yet. Before he teases the elastic band on my waist, I pull him up, wanting another kiss. Our bodies mold together, his hand traveling back down to my waist, teasing along the band.
Noah slows down our kiss until space is created between us, leaning his forehead against mine. “Can I touch you?”
I swallow, nodding, and say, “Can we leave my pants on?”
He smiles, kissing the tip of my nose. The action is simple… delicate. So unlike the Noah I experienced outside these four walls.
He doesn’t question me, just nods, accepting my level of comfort.
He trails little pecks of his swollen lips down my neck, his long fingers teasing my waistband once more, my skin prickling with goosebumps from his gentle touch. Every second he prolongs it, the more I get antsy, waiting for his warm fingers to—
Noah moves two of his fingers down past my waistband, massaging my inner thigh for a brief moment, then the tips of his fingers graze my clit.
My toes curl, panting, anticipating his touch. “Noah,” I groan, throwing an arm over my face to hide it.
“Oh no you don’t,” he tsks, removing my arm and tucking it behind my head. “I want to see you come undone, knowing it was me who got you to the end.”
His possessive demeanor is enough to roll my eyes in satisfaction. “Please, touch me.” My wetness has already begun to soak my underwear.
Noah moves up so we’re back at eye level, his mouth agape as he finally slips two fingers in, massaging my clit.
I gasp, a strangled whimper escaping with each stroke, circling around and around.
“So wet, Red,” he purrs.
I roll my hips, matching his pace as he continues, then he plunges one finger inside my entrance, wetness soaking it.
Thank God I fucking shaved.
The sensation has my hips thrusting in the air, just as Noah sucks on my nipple once more. The combination of his fingers, along with his hot, slick mouth around my breast again, has incoherent words bursting from my mouth as I ride out the pleasure.
He unlatches himself from my nipple, and even with my eyes closed, I can feel his hypnotic stare. “You like being touched, Red? You like it when someone sees how undone you become? I can do this all day, touching you, never getting tired of how you break apart beneath me.”
He adds another finger inside me, my pleasure building with each thrust, while his thumb circles my clit.
“Noah,” I moan, eyes opening to find him staring deeply above me; he’s breathing just as heavily as I am. I reach for the front of his pants, desperate to touch him.
Noah catches my fingers and guides them perfectly against the waist of his snow pants. “Is this what you want?
I nod earnestly, flexing my fingers over his hardened cock, tucked safely inside those stupid snow pants.
He surprises me by adjusting himself at an angle on the side of the bed so my head lies on the pillow, his fingers still deep inside me, then takes his free hand and undoes the buttons, grabbing his cock and pulling it out.
“Turn your head, Hannah,” he orders.
I oblige, finding the tip inches from my mouth, pre-cum oozing. My mouth waters at the sight.
His height makes it easier to keep his position.
“Show me how much you can take.”
I make no hesitation and use my free hands to massage his length, and Noah groans, still keeping momentum with his fingers.
I lick from the base to the head, then suck greedily at the tip. Noah grunts, adding another finger inside me.
I almost shatter then, trying to hold out my focus between his pleas and my own.
Another string of pleasure coils tightly, wetness now drenching my underwear and Noah’s hand.
Inch by inch, I slowly insert him into my mouth, tasting his soft skin, hearing a hushed sound, almost like the word fuck falling from his lips.
Bobbing my head up and down, I take him almost fully in, enjoying the way he tries to steady himself from fucking my mouth. Trying to enjoy his pleasure while receiving mine is a hard enough task on its own, but somehow makes me wetter.
He moans the further I take him in, almost gagging but holding myself together.
“Such a good girl,” he praises.
I moan in agreement, relishing the praise coming from his mouth.
Noah hooks three fingers against my inner walls, while I’m trying to focus on him, but lose motion, my erratic movements causing Noah to come early, his semen spilling into my mouth. I swallow quickly, his fingers still inside me.
He takes a shaky breath, moving my hair away from my sweaty face, and shimmies himself down to eye level, his long fingers moving out of my core to massage my clit.
“Focus, Red, just focus on your needs.” He gently takes my head and leans it against his chest, using two fingers now to circle my clit.
I’m almost there, my climax coming into view.
My moans are loud the closer he gets to me. I tug at his shirt, grasping at anything, anchoring myself for what is about to happen.
It’s been a year since I’ve been touched by a man, and I've let Noah be the first in a while, astounded by how well he already knows my body, pushing me right over the goddamn edge.
A ragged moan rips from my throat, and Noah clamps a free hand over my mouth, talking in a soothing voice in my ear. I’m too far gone to understand a single word.
He removes his fingers and graciously hands me back my shirt. I’m too limp to put it on, so he takes it upon himself to help me.
I fall back on the pillow, eyelids heavy, legs and arms moving like Jell-O.
Noah adjusts his pants and starts to get ready to leave, looking over at my spent body, smiling, pleased with his work. “I’ll see you later, Red.”
Eyelids half closed, I watch a blurry Noah grab something off the couch, then cover me with its warmth.
I’m fading before I can say goodbye, hearing the soft click of the door.
I sleepily think, if this is how foreplay is, I can’t imagine the intensity of having sex with Noah. It might cause a catastrophic explosion.