Chapter 326
“So go to Zoe, then,” I hissed, whirling to face him, fire in my eyes. “She’ll happily give you whatever release you need.”
I regretted those words instantly. Noah’s face fell, his eyes flashing with an emotion I lacked the courage to decipher. A pang of guilt shot through me; I wished I hadn’t been so vindictive.
Suddenly, he blurted, “I never slept with Zoe, Hannah. Or anyone, for that matter.”
My eyebrows shot up. Was he saying…? “Anyone?” I asked, a disbelieving scoff escaping my lips. “Right…”
“I mean it,” he said, taking another step toward me. The shower had heated up, clouds of steam wafting through the bathroom. But as he approached, the shower was forgotten. “I was a virgin when I married you, Hannah.”
The world fractured, the pieces scattering, leaving me adrift. 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 offered a half-shrug. “It’s true. You were my first.”
“But—”
“But I’m good in bed,” he said, a smirk playing on his lips. “I don’t know. Maybe I just have a natural affinity.” He took another step, towering over me. I felt the heat radiating from 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 closing. I supposed age didn’t matter much.
I furrowed my brow, thinking deeply. I didn’t want to believe him—all these years, he had never slept with Zoe or anyone else, meaning we were both each other’s firsts—but looking into his eyes, I found no trace of a lie.
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, hot and thick, before I could stop them.
“Prove it.”
I didn’t need to tell Noah twice. A low growl emanated from him, and suddenly his hands were on me, the room whirling as he spun me around. My cheek pressed hard against the cool tiles, condensation from the steam coating my shoulder.
Noah hiked my nightgown up, his fingers burning like hot embers wherever they touched. He tugged my panties down—still damp from my dream and, admittedly, our heated conversation—and dropped them around my ankles.
One calloused hand gripped my left thigh, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh as he moved it aside. The other moved lower, two warm fingers swirling in fast circles over my clitoris.
I couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped my lips as those fingers slipped inside with ease. Noah pressed himself against me, his teeth grazing my shoulder as he worked his fingers in me, deeper and deeper, faster and faster. His wrist rotated with each thrust, hard knuckles brushing against all the right spots. His free hand came around to my front, stroking my clitoris as if trying to coax a cat to purr.
I was helpless in his arms, my feet barely touching the ground as he worked me. I felt like a ragdoll, a puppet, and my mind was too splintered with pleasure to even consider 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 hard and loud, my legs trembling, fresh wetness gushing from inside me as my mind clouded with pleasure. He held me upright as I crumpled against the wall, heat flushing my cheeks.
When I was finished, I could hear my own blood rushing in 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 a response through my haze, there was a knock on the door.