Page 17 of Reconnected Hearts
She’s so delicate, with sweat dripping down her forehead and back. I run my hands down her sides as I lean in and press kiss after kiss along her jawline, down her neck to her chest. I fall to my knees, and as I suck at the skin just above her waist, I tug at her tight jeans that hug her just right. I peel them away from her. As her back arches, her hip bones thrust in my face. I grasp her thick, squeezable thighs, marveled by how easily they fit in my hands, just as easily as my shoulders fit in hers as she claws and tears at my arms and back. I push myself even further into her touch. I want her to leave marks. I want to be marked as hers so anyone who sees me knows that I belong to Lucy Marino and no one else.
I kiss down her hips to her thighs, and make my way to the center of her legs, which she pulls wide open for me. I pull back and gaze up at her, and the pleasure I get from watching her crane her neck back and whine is almost mind-numbing. I think that she must be an angel, because I’ve never seen a human so perfect before.
Her head falls forward, and she looks down at me with a face-splitting smile. I make a mental note of every dimple, every line, every drop of sweat and recite them to memory so that I never forget this moment.
“You’re beautiful, Lucy Marino,” I tell her breathlessly, to which she softly laughs, clawing her fingers through my hair and tugging at my scalp. I hear her breath catch in her throat as I finger at the hem of her underwear and feel her shiver against me.
“Just fuck me already, Laurier.” The words are clenched and desperate, and I don’t hesitate in pulling her panties down to her knees. I take her waist in my hands, feeling the firmness of her skin against my fingers and move in to taste her.
Yes, Ma’am.
But first...
Usually so tightly reserved, as my tongue dips into her, Lucy becomes almost unhinged. Freed from the cage she keeps herself in. She moans softly and it’s the sweetest song I’ve ever heard. I sneak a peek up at her, being sure to move my tongue agonizingly slowly, and see her head thrown back, her dainty chin pointed at the ceiling, her eyes closed as though she can’t bear to look at me.
“Holy shit,” she breathes between moans. I squeeze her thighs and spread them wider, upping my speed just a little. She clutches a fistful of my hair in response, rocking her body against me, trying to press herself harder against my tongue.
So, I go faster. I squeeze her soft, perfectly round cheek, and this elicits a squeal of delight from her.
Her breathing hitches. I’m loving every second of this. The taste of her. The uncoiled snake she’s become. Our rhythm. Her moans.
“I...I...”
I know what she’s going to tell me, so in an instant, I pull my head back, my hands squeezing her behind again as I smirk up at her between her legs.
She all but glares at me when her eyes open and meet my gaze.
“I don’t think so, Lucy. Not yet.” Slowly, I get to my feet, and my hands go to undo my belt. The alcohol might’ve been a bit much, but it has also boosted my arrogance. I know what Lucy wants. I know what I want. And I know I’m going to give her a night that’ll be impossible to forget. “I’m just getting started.”
CHAPTER9
LUCY
The first thing I’m aware of when I wake up later is the throbbing headache. Before I even open my eyes, I can feel my brain pounding. I’m not sure where I am, but I know I’m not at home. The mattress I’m lying on is much too firm. And the arms around me?—
Oh, no.
I was on the plane with Noah. It got rerouted, then canceled, and we were sent to a hotel.
He and I had to share a room.
Oh, God, no.
I don’t want to open my eyes. I can’t stand to see the evidence of the absolutecrimeI have committed. But the longer I lay with my eyes closed, the more the memories start to flood back. I can picture Noah’s eyes, hungrily searching mine as he pins me up against the wall. I can picture myself pleading, him picking me up and tossing me down on the bed…
Oh my God.
I can’t take it anymore. I open my eyes and wince as the entirely too bright sunlight hits me. Deep down, I’d been hoping that maybe the whole thing had just been a very,verybad dream. But sure enough, there is an arm wrapped around my waist, marked with tattoos that are unmistakably Noah’s. I can hear his soft breathing and feel the heat of his bare skin against my back. I can smell his cologne on the pillows. I lean into it, the scent comforting me before I reel back.
No. I don’t like it and I don't like him. This was a mistake.
I’m frozen in place. I don’t know what to do. I’m certain that I can’t face him now. Hell, I can’t face himever.The thought of him touching me like that, of his body so close to mine, it’s confusing and scary. I know I came onto him. I know he was going to leave, and I pulled him right back in. I made my bed and now I have to sleep in it. I just wish he didn’t have to sleep in it too because he really isso close.
I carefully slide out of his grasp and pull on my discarded clothes, making sure he’s still asleep before I leave the bedroom. Last minute deciding to snatch the keycard from the side on my way out in case I’ve forgotten anything, I grab my bags and lug them into the lounge, where I hurriedly and haphazardly pack everything up. I’m sure I’ve forgotten something, but I can’t bring myself to care. I have to get away from here. Away fromhim.There’s no time to waste. He could wake up at any moment and catch me. He might even want totalk,which absolutely cannot happen because it would only lead to one of two things—awkwardness or arguments, both of which are not at all pleasant.I don’t even consider a third option where it might be pleasant, nope, not possible.
It’s for the best that I get to the airport as soon as possible and see if I can change seats so I’m not stuck next to him again. I can’t imagine anything more uncomfortable.
I’ve made it to the elevator when I feel my phone buzz in my pocket. I pull it out to check it, and my heart sinks. It’s a message from the airline; we won’t be able to fly out now until tomorrow morning.
