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“So you get to hold me hostage, but you won’t fuck me like I requested? Got it. Let me go.” The last was spoken with heavy annoyance, but I continued to grin.
“Nah, you didn’t request I fuck you. It was more like you thought you were going to convince me that’s what I wanted to do. Which, hey, there are definitely no lies told there. But I still need to know you’re good up here.” I tapped the side of her head.
“I am,” she shot back. “You want me to walk a straight line? Count backwards from one hundred? What?”
“I want you to tell me you’re not still in love with that bastard.” I was no longer smiling, no longer joking about what I wanted or needed from her. “I’m not trying to be the get your lick back or whatever the hell y’all call it. Spending time with you these last few weeks has been dope. I knew I would never stop missing you, but I’d gotten used to the fact that you weren’t in my life anymore. And then, with the opening of those elevator doors, you were. I like it. But not enough to get either of us tangled up in some shit we can’t walk away from whole this time.”
She held my gaze, thinking about my words and coming to what conclusion I had no idea. My body wanted her to say she was cool and that sex was still what she wanted. My heart would leap for joy at those words. Hell, even my mind was on board for the physical connection, with the caveat that I not get any delusional ideas of taking us through the emotional wringer again.
Cupping my face in her hands, she licked her lips again, then replied, “I want sex, Noah. That’s it.”
I shook my head. “That’s not all I asked you.”
She blinked slowly a couple of times before saying in a voice so soft if my face wasn’t only a few inches away from hers I wouldn’t have heard her, “When I said I messed up it was because I agreed to marry a man I don’t think I ever loved.” She placed a soft kiss to my lips. “Just like I messed up when I let you walk out of my life.”
CHAPTER 13
Noah
The ride to my place was quiet. So much so that when I finally pulled into the parking spot in my garage, I glanced over to see if Serra was still awake. She was, but she was staring out the window, the way she had been the few times I looked over to her during the ride. Her hands were clasped and rested in her lap, her head against the headrest.
“We’re here,” I announced because she hadn’t moved even though the truck was in park. Not waiting for a response, I got out and headed around to the passenger side only to see that she’d already opened the door.
“You’re supposed to let me open the door for you.” I chuckled. “Then, I’d reach for your hand.” I did that, and she set her small hand in my palm. “And help you out.”
She turned in the seat, placing one foot on the step rail and then the other one. I dropped her hand in lieu of placing both of mine at her waist and lifting her up until her feet touched the ground.
“Well, that was mighty gallant of you.” She was laughing now too and I was glad that her silence hadn’t meant she’d changed her mind.
Knowing that she was worried about her job and reputation and not pining over that jackass, made me feel a hell of a lot better. I had to admit that on more than one occasion these past weeks I’d wondered about her feelings for Adrian Bowman. Not that I was jealous. Okay, yeah, maybe I was a little. She’d never worn my ring. I’d never gotten the chance to propose to her. Had I wanted to propose? Nah, back then, marriage was the furthest thing from my mind. I was still stunned that I was in college and passing my courses. And once she was out of my life, I hadn’t thought about getting that serious with any other woman. Did I want to fall in love and be loved? Not if it meant someone could easily walk out of my life and take a chunk of my heart again.
Did I want to feel Serra’s naked body pressed against mine again? Under mine? On top of mine? Yes, yes, and hell fuckin’ yes!
“I do my best,” I told her to keep the words that had just run quickly through my mind from spilling out. I didn’t want to sound too eager. And because of that, I didn’t just toss her ass over my shoulder.
Instead, I took her hand in mine again and walked her to the double doors that would lead to the back end of the floor my loft was located on. I planned to offer her a tour, a Coke, some water, anything that would add to the gallant title she’d given me and ease us into what was new—but at the same time familiar—territory. But Serra had other plans.
I’d barely gotten the locks engaged on the door when she grabbed my shoulder and turned me around until it was my back against the door this time. Her lips found mine before I could utter a word, and shit, there wasn’t anything I wanted to say that was more important than her tongue sliding into my mouth. My keys fell to the floor as I fisted one hand in her hair, clapped the other to the curve of her ass, and held on. This was a brutal kiss full of tongues, teeth, and groans. It was that thirstykind of kiss, the one where no matter how many times your lips smacked together, your tongues slid hungrily over the other or your teeth clashed in a clumsy exchange that thirst was never quite quenched.
Her hands moved from my shoulders down to my chest where she instantly found my nipples and twisted them both until I groaned. She sank her teeth into my bottom lip and I released another sound that was dangerously close to a bitch ass whimper, but I didn’t give a fuck. Every slice of pain slid alongside burning desire and filled me almost to the brim with excitement and anticipation.
She knew exactly what she was doing—everything that I’d taught her to make me feel good. It had been an equal exchange way back then when we spent countless hours in my bed learning and teaching each other. I knew her body almost better than she did. Knew exactly where to touch, lick, kiss, bite. My dick pulsed as she released her hold of my lip to drag her tongue over the spot instead. I gripped her ass so tight she gasped, letting her head fall back to expose her neck. I obliged her silent plea with the ferociousness of a long-starved vampire sinking my teeth into the tender skin of her throat.
“Jordan!” she screamed, and my dick tried it’s best to break free of its confinement.
I sucked the spot I’d just bitten wanting to leave the darkest mark possible there. I loved marking her, claiming her in a way for all to see. The first time I’d done it back in college it was winter and she’d covered the marks on her neck with turtlenecks. I rewarded that effort by making a smaller but still noticeable one on that space between her jaw and her ear. Her hair had been braided into some up style that kept it from her face, and with her light complexion it had been unmistakable. She never tried to hide my marks again.
I couldn’t claim her now, not the way I had back then. Not for the long term anyway. But tonight, and for the time she remained in Providence I could. And I would. Tonight, I would reclaim every inch of Serra’s sexy ass body in a reunion I never imagined possible.
Letting my other hand slide down her back and beneath her ass, I hoisted her up into my arms. She gasped, wrapping her legs and arms around me as I started to move. The hallway seemed longer but dragging my tongue over the swells of her breasts as I moved, I made the trek back to my bedroom in seconds. I sucked and licked the warm soft skin that had been taunting me all night as she danced and her titties bounced. Whatever was keeping them from jumping right out of the top of this jumper was a godsend and I wanted to invest stock in the company that made it. But now, I wanted them free. I needed to see them, to see all of her.
So I released her, dropping her onto my bed where she did a little bounce before a giggle tumbled from her lips. “Your chivalry is slipping, sir.”
My dick throbbed at that last word, but I managed to grin at her in return. “You want the gentleman to make love to you, or do you want me to fuck you?”
The fact that I was certain there would be a measure of both the moment I sank into her was something I wanted to push far back to the corner of my mind. I prayed I would be able to keep the separation regardless of her answer.
Sitting up straighter on the bed she reached a hand behind her back and undid the zipper of her jumpsuit. “I need you, Noah. Right. Now.” She scooted to the edge of the bed and bent over to remove her shoes.
