Chapter 202

Hannah

I twisted my hips against him, aching for that familiar pleasure—for him to hit just the right spot, deeper, deeper…

“Noah…”

“Hannah,” he muttered, his tousled hair falling into his eyes.

The sound of his voice set me ablaze. I reached for him just as I felt myself go over the edge. That ache turned into a throb, and then, “Oh… Noah!”

But there was no answer, although the throbbing remained. My eyes shot open as that pleasure trembled through me, my legs squirming beneath the sheets, my damp panties suddenly feeling all too tight in the aftermath.

And then it hit me. I bolted up to a sitting position, my bleary eyes wide, and I was met with a low chuckle from the other side of the room.

“Having a pleasant dream?” Noah asked, casually sipping his coffee.

“No.” I felt a trail of red burn across my nose and cheeks, and there was no hiding it.

Noah scoffed slightly. “You were crying my name out in your sleep. Sounded pretty… intense.”

Swallowing hard, I threw the covers off of myself and swung my legs over the bed to stand. But as I did, my legs felt like they were made of rope, and nearly gave out beneath me. It was all I could do to grab the edge of the side table before I collapsed entirely.

Goddess, it had been far too long since I had… finished. The last time had been that night that Noah and I had slept together. Too much had been going on since then for me to have the time, the patience, or the energy to do it.

“There, there,” Noah cooed, setting down his mug and crossing the room to me. He looped his arms under mine and helped steady me, although I didn’t need it now. “I’ve got you.”

Growling softly, I shoved him away hard enough so that he stumbled backwards. “I’m fine.” I brushed past him and stormed into the bathroom, starting the shower.

Noah followed me.

“You don’t have to be ashamed, Hannah. It happens to the best of us.”

“I’m not ashamed. You’re bothering me.”

Noah quirked an eyebrow. “You didn’t seem bothered by me while you were squirming under the sheets.”

I opened my mouth to bite out a retort, but lost the right words. Finally, I settled on trying to shove him out of the bathroom so I could take my shower in peace. But Noah braced his hands on the doorway, immovable.

When I looked up at him, those green eyes were twinkling with mischief.

“What is it?” I growled, placing my hands on my hips. “Yes, I had a wet dream, okay? Are you going to tease me about it all day?”

“No, I’m not.” Noah lowered one hand, reaching out, and I nearly flinched. But then his fingers pinched the strap of my nightgown—my nightgown which, in my haste, I hadn’t realized had fallen and exposed my entire right breast, hard nipple and all.

There was a sudden lump in my throat that hadn’t been there before as he slowly, too slowly, tugged the strap back up, his warm fingers grazing my skin. There was a trail of goosebumps left in the exact spot he had touched.

“Thanks,” I muttered through grit teeth once he had finished. But his fingers didn’t move from my shoulder, and when I looked up at his face again, that mischief had been replaced with something that my sleep-blurred eyes couldn’t quite read.

“I meant what I said last night, you know,” he said quietly, almost huskily. “About making you come. Being good with my fingers. It might be better and more satisfying than a wet dream.”

My face flushed the deepest shade of red it had ever been, but I didn’t pull away—not yet, because those words made my knees weaken slightly and I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to stay upright if I turned away.

Finally, I mumbled, “I can’t help my body’s natural processes. You don’t need to read into it.”

“I’m not.” He shrugged, his hand falling back to his side. His other hand remained braced on the doorway over our heads, lifting his shirt ever so slightly at the hem to reveal that taut v-line of his low abdomen that disappeared into his pants. “But I could help you.”

“I don’t need help.” Finally finding the strength to turn, I stormed over to the shower and stuck my hand in, feeling the water only halfway warmed up.

“Don’t you need a release?”

I scoffed. “It feels more like you’re the one who needs a release, if you keep bringing it up.”

“Maybe I do.” Another shrug, and he dropped his other arm, striding into the bathroom to lean against the sink.

“So go to Zoe, then,” I hissed, whirling to face him with fire in my eyes. “She’ll happily give you whatever release you need.”

As soon as I said those words, I regretted them. Noah’s face fell, his eyes flashing with something that I didn’t have the heart to read. I felt a pang in my chest, wishing that I hadn’t been so vindictive.

Suddenly, he blurted out, “I never slept with Zoe, Hannah. Or anyone, for that matter.”

My eyebrows shot up. Was he saying…? “Anyone?” I asked, a disbelieving scoff slipping out. “Right…”

“I mean it,” he said, taking another step toward me. The shower had heated up now, clouds of steam beginning to waft through the bathroom. But as he strode closer to me, the shower went forgotten in my mind. “I was a virgin when I married you, Hannah.”

I felt as if the world had suddenly fractured and the pieces of it had zipped away from around me, leaving me floating in space.

A virgin…

“Liar,” I said, half-scoff, half-chuckle. “You’ve always been the more experienced one. You really expect me to believe that?”

Noah simply gave me a half-shrug. “It’s true. You were my first.”

“But—”

“But I’m good in bed,” he said, a smirk touching his lips. “I don’t know. Maybe I just have a natural affinity.” He took another step closer, and was towering over me now. I could feel the heat radiating off of his body, mingling with mine.

Noah, a virgin when he married me… “But you’re two years older than me,” I whispered, more to myself than to him.

“What does that have to do with anything?”

I swallowed hard, my mouth opening and then closing again. I supposed age didn’t matter much.

I furrowed my brow then, thinking deeply. I didn’t want to believe him—all these years, he had never slept with Zoe or anyone else for that matter, meaning we were both each other’s firsts—but when I looked up into his eyes, I couldn’t find a single scrap of a lie there.

Noah, noticing my hesitation, said huskily, “I offered to make you come last night because I’ve done my research. I know all the right places to touch a woman to make her feel pleasure—especially you. You’ve been my one and only research subject all these years, Hannah.”

The next words slipped out of me, hot and thick, before I could stop them.

“Prove it.”

I didn’t need to tell Noah twice. A low growl ripped out of him, and suddenly his hands were on me, and the room was whirling as he spun me around. I felt my cheek press hard against the cool tiles, condensation from the steam coating my shoulder.

Noah hiked my nightgown up, his fingers burning hot embers wherever he touched. I felt him tug my panties down—still wet from my dream and, admittedly, from our heated conversation—and drop them around my ankles.

One callused hand gripped my left thigh, his fingers pushing into the soft flesh as he slid it aside. The other moved down, two warm fingers swirling in fast circles over my clit.

I couldn’t help the soft moan that worked out of my mouth as those fingers slipped inside with ease.

Noah pressed himself against me, his teeth grazing my shoulder as he worked his fingers into me, deeper and deeper and faster and faster. His wrist rotated with each thrust, hard knuckles brushing up against all the right spots. His free hand came around to my front, stroking my clit as if trying to make a cat purr.

I was helpless in his arms, my feet hardly even touching the ground anymore as he worked me. I felt like a ragdoll, a puppet, and my mind was too splintered from the pleasure for me to even fathom that this was wrong, dangerous, that we would get too tangled up, and…

“Go ahead,” he murmured when he felt my muscles tighten around him. “Come.”

I did. As if a dam had burst, I came loud and hard on his fingers, my legs trembling, fresh wetness gushing from inside of me as my mind clouded with pleasure. He held me upright as I crumpled against the wall, heat splashing across my cheeks.

When I was finished, I could hear my own blood rushing through my ears. Noah, satisfied, pulled away with a soft huff and I watched, panting, as he dried his glistening fingers on a nearby towel.

“Did that prove it?” he asked, a little out of breath himself.

Before I could muster up a response through my haze, there was a knock on the door.