Page 32 of Reconnected Hearts
I interrupt him before he can finish that thought and scramble my brain even more “I know what I said, and I meant it,” I quip. “I can want to fuck you without wanting the rest of it, Noah. Is that alright with you?”
He doesn’t seem convinced in the slightest. Actually, he seemsangry.“This isn’t fair to either of us, Lucy. You have tostop.If you don’t want anything to do with me, that’s fine, but you can’t just wake me up in the middle of the night and tell me you want to use me one last time before we part ways forever. Do you know how fucked that is?”
I reel back. “Noah?—”
“You sure do love to talk big about me using you for your body, but that’s exactly what you’re doing to me right now. You’re a goddamn hypocrite, Lucy. I’m sick of the back and forth and the indecision. One day with you has felt likemonthsof stress piled on all at once.” He shuts his mouth tightly and clenches his jaw. He’s silent for an agonizing amount of time that leaves me feeling nauseous. When he speaks again, it’s like he’s putting the final nail in the coffin. “You made your choice, Luce. I thought that maybe I could change your mind—be nice and prove that I’m not who you’ve already decided I am—but there’s no point, is there? I could win a fucking peace price and you’d still see me as a bad guy becauseeveryoneis a bad guy to you. No one is enough. I can’t fix it because you don’twantit to be fixed. So, please, juststop.You’ve made your point. You and me—we’re nothing but a drunken mistake. Let’s just leave it there, alright?”
He pushes himself off the couch and shoves past me, grabbing a jacket on his way out. He leaves the room, slamming the door so hard behind him that it rattles the walls. I start to rush after him, with every intention to pull him right back and not let him leave until this isfixed.But, before I can even make it halfway to the door, it flies open again and Noah storms through, tossing his coat onto the floor as he stomps up to me and pulls me into the most intense kiss I’ve ever experienced.
After a moment of pure shock, I sink into the kiss and let my hands find the nape of his neck, where his uncombed curls rest. I tug on them. Noah moans desperately into my mouth, and suddenly, I’ve awoken something in him. With the sexiest smirk I’ve ever seen, he dives into my neck. Kissing. Sucking. Biting.
I’m putty in his arms.
When he pushes me down onto the couch, I gasp in surprise. I get the feeling I’m in a little bit of trouble for the hell I’ve been putting him through. That he’s letting out his frustrations on me. But I welcome it—eagerly.
He climbs on top of me, straddling my waist. He pants heavily, eyes glazed over and lips red and puffy. He looks so deliciously devious. I want him to corrupt me.
“Just for one night?” I test, and he nods quickly, without even the briefest hesitation.
“Just one night.”
I take pleasure in knowing that this man—thishandsome, strong man—knows just how to wrap me around his finger. I am completely under his control, whining and begging like a child. I wonder if he comprehends the effect he has on me. The look in his eyes tells me he does. Noah has undying power over me right now, and he's loving it.
Usually, I take charge—in any situation. Noah has stolen the reins from me. He’s creating the rules now, and he can make every fucking one of them. It’s freeing for me.
And it looks so unbelievably hot on him.
I reach out to touch him but he snatches my wrist and yanks it away. He takes my other wrist as well and pins them both above my head. He stares at me, eyes hungry, taking in his prey.
“Noah…” I murmur, my voice thick. I can feel his dick hardening beneath the fabric of his shorts in satisfaction of making me say his name. My breath shudders and my arms are shaking in his grasp. His eyes flicker down to my lips where they linger, his gaze darkening. This is torture. Pure torture. He wants me to suffer. He loves it.
“Noa—” I try again, my eyes pleading. I try to grind my lower half against him. He pulls back so I can’t.
“Uh, uh, uh,” he reprimands, his hold on my wrists tightening. “Are you going to follow the rules, Lucy?”
I pout in desperation.
Wait—I think I know what he wants.
With the realization hitting me, I open my mouth into anOand make a noise from deep within my throat. “Yes, Sir,” I sputter, just barely able to stop myself from moaning at the mere use of the title alone.
"Good.” He presses his hardness against me. I struggle to not try for more relief for my pleading, waiting core. “Pretty baby,” he purrs. His hands slide down my arms, to my neck and across my chest. He feels every inch of me, taking in every twitch I make under his touch. The more I squirm and groan in anticipation, the slower he goes. He wants me to know what it feels like to want something so badly that it physically hurts.
I can’t take it anymore. I want to feel his skin against my skin. I want more. I need more.
I hold his hungry stare with my desperate one as I questioningly tug at the string of his shorts. In response, he scoops me up effortlessly and flips us so I’m the one on top of him. Then he nods toward his pants. I have his permission.
Finally.
In a hurry, wishing I could just tear them off instead, I undo the first knot of his shorts, then the next. I pull them down and off of his ankles, tossing them aside. I marvel at his nearly naked body. All that’s left is a flimsy pair of briefs that hopefully won’t be on him too much longer.
He’s got the tiniest tattoo of a full moon on his right hip bone, like the X on a treasure map.
“What does this one mean?” I murmur, tracing the ink.
“It reminds me that I do what I want, when I want.” His voice is low and thick. A shudder ripples through me.Jesus. “At the end of the day, the only things I have to answer to are the moon and the stars.”
Normally, I wouldn’t think it suits him. Normally, he cares too much about the needs of others over the needs of himself. But now, like this? It makes sense why he got it. I don’t think he needs any reminding.
