Page 135 of Splintered Hearts

I clean up our plates then take Noah outside where we dance slowly to the beat of the music under the bright stars above. Neither of us says a word, just enjoying each other’s warmth. It’s starting to cool off, with a slight chill in the October air, reminding me of the question I need to ask him. “I have a question.”

Noah’s head lifts from my chest to look up at me. “What?”

“How would you like to go away tomorrow, just for the weekend? We’ll head up tomorrow and be back Sunday.”

“Really? Where?”

“My family owns a lake house, upstate, about an hour and a half from here. Around the Adirondacks. It’s beautiful this time of year, with the changing leaves.”

“You want to go away with me?”

I nod, debating whether to tell him any more, but I need to open up just a little. “I want to do this, but you know how driving is for me.” He nods. “Well, this trip is going to be hard for me, but I want to try, okay? I just may not be able to leave the lake house.” I’m so afraid of going into town and running into people. Tiny steps, though.

“So what you’re saying is, you’ll be trapped inside this very romantic lake house with me for nearly two solid days?”

“Uh . . . yes?”

“I think I’ll manage.” He kisses me hard, hugging me, and when I eventually take him into his room and dim the lights I do fuck him slow, making deep eye contact and moaning with the person who has healed me in more ways than I’ll ever be able to repay.

His body squeezes me, his fingers caress my skin, and that pretty pink mouth parts with breathy moans. “Jamie!” His backarches under me, his fingers twisting in the pillow beside him, warmth pooling between us. Burying my face in his neck, I fill him, finding so much pleasure I nearly black out. He holds me so tight, his fingers winding in my hair. Breathing heavily, neither of us move, Noah’s arms around my neck, his legs around my waist. I feel him clench and tremble. “This was very cheesy,” he whispers. “I loved every second.” Smiling, I pull back a little to slant my mouth over his and kiss him.

“That’s good to hear.” Because I’m sure I love him, and after this weekend I hope Noah will tell me he loves me too.

Even the ugly, broken parts he’s about to witness.

Thirty Three

Noah

“I never want to leave.” Jamie’s chest presses into my back as he kisses the side of my head. Today has been unreal. Aside from the horrible ride up here, during which I thought my boyfriend was going to go into cardiac arrest, it’s been an amazing day.

This house is beautiful.

“Imagine looking at the sunset.” He kisses my neck. “Bent over this railing, taking it like the good boy you are.”

“Oh, fuck.” While it’s still light out, I can’t wait. “I don’t think I can wait that long.” I turn, putting my hands on his chest. Jamie watches me with hunger in his dark eyes. “What is it?”

Instead he backs away slowly, stepping inside the house, turning in the doorway. A kick of his smile heats my belly. Crooking a finger, he watches me. “Come here, little fox.”

I step forward in record time and Jamie cups my face, not giving me a moment to breathe before my lips crash into his. His name slips from my lips, morphing into a desperate moan. “I love my name coming from these gorgeous lips.” He runs his thumb down the center of my bottom one.

“Well, I know some good ways to keep me saying it.”

“Oh, yeah?” Jamie seems so free lately. There’s been something so alive about him since we stopped dancing around each other and started crashing into each other instead.

“Yeah,” I breathe, as Jamie pulls my hand to his face and presses a kiss to my palm. “I’m fairly confident you can even getme to scream it.”

He displays his teeth in a wide smile, and my eyes go to his pointy incisors making him look like a vampire. His large hands slip under my hoodie, touching all my muscles before they slide back, grabbing my ass.

“Underwear?”

“Jock.” Jamie growls against my neck, my fingers sliding into his hair. “Ah—” I whimper, feeling Jamie’s teeth sink into my neck at the same time one hand squeezes my ass. “You’re killing me.”

“Better act quick and let me give you CPR.” Jamie locks his hands on my thighs, lifting me up sharply. A slight grunt leaves his lips, but I know better than to comment on it. He knows his limits and hates when people treat him with kid gloves. If my man wants to carry me up to the bedroom, who am I to stop him?

Not straining one bit, he takes me into a beautiful bedroom. “I’ll give you a complete house tour after, I promise.” Jamie yanks his shirt off. “First, I need you.” He squeezes the bulge growing in his sweats, and my mouth waters.

“Lube is in my bag.”

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