Page 72 of Before We Break

He threads his fingers through the hair at the base of my skull and tugs. “Make no mistake, baby. You will definitely feel things.”

“Noah?”

“Mm?”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

“I like you bossy.”

His eyes dart between mine, and the air crackles for one tense moment before we collide somewhere in the middle. His mouth is hot and demanding, giving no quarter. His hands are all over me, his scent surrounding me, and I want him inside of me.

I rock forward and back, rubbing against his hard length straining beneath his sweatpants.

With steady hands, he grips my hips, guiding my motions. His mouth finds my nipple through the thin cotton of my shirt, swirling and sucking the sensitive bud. I bite down on my bottom lip, stifling a moan that comes out more like a whimper.

Noah quirks a brow at me. “So, she does know how to be quiet.”

“I hate you,” I whisper airily. My body is ready to detonate any second.

His hand travels inward, sliding beneath my leggings to find me wet and aching for him. I gasp as he slips one finger inside of me.

“Liar,” he murmurs. “You’re fucking dripping for me.”

I clench around him as he adds a second finger and crooks both digits inside of me, still guiding me with his other hand. His palm presses against my clit as I roll my hips forward and back, each movement driving me closer and closer to the peak.

“That’s my girl. Take what you need, baby. Use me up.”

His mouth descends on my neck and jaw, laying a sensuous pattern of kisses until he finds my thundering pulse and rakes his teeth over it, causing me to fall apart.

I arch my back. The orgasm tears through me like a lightning strike, sending shockwaves throughout my body. He continues to work me through it until my body shudders, and I collapse into his chest, struggling to catch my breath.

His lips press against my sweaty temple.

“Don’t. I’m gross.”

“You’re fucking perfect.”

As if to punctuate the statement, he brings his fingers to his lips and sucks my release from each one slowly, deliberately, not breaking eye contact the entire time as a low sound vibrates out of his chest.

My face flames, but I can’t look away; it’s a feat that I’m still able to breathe beneath the weight of his stare.

I’m still reeling from the intensity of the moment, and my hands take on a life of their own, drifting to the waistband of Noah’s sweats and the erection trapped between us.

“You don’t need to do that,” Noah says.

I give him my best attempt at a flirty smirk. “I want to.”

“Then you’re gonna need to give me at least five to ten minutes to recover.”

“But—”

He presses a finger to my lips. “Watching you come apart on my fingers was the single hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen. That’s all I needed.”

“You mean you...” My voice is still muffled, but he seems to get the gist.

“Yeah. I did.”

“Is it weird that I find that incredibly sexy?”