“Do you miss me?” His fingers toyed with the edge of the towel just above my breasts. “I miss you.”
“Oakley, stop.”
He leaned in and placed a kiss on my jaw, and I closed my eyes as my pulse raced. “I miss kissing you. Miss touching you.” A finger hooked inside the towel, and I gasped when it fell to the floor, pooling around my feet. “I miss being inside you, firefly.”
“What are you doing?” My voice was a weak whisper, my mind a shattered mess as his familiar scent of wild spice and black pepper smothered me.
“I want you back, Sienna.” Gentle fingertips touched my hip. “You and I, we’re gold together. Tell me you fucking see that.”
My heart pounded. Shivers rolled down my spine while his touch moved up my inner thigh. It would be so easy to be with him. He knew my body as well as I did his. Countless nights were spent in this room with him between my legs, his body rocking mine until we’d both come.
He glanced down between us, sucking air through his teeth as his gaze lapped down my naked body. “God, you’re beautiful. You have no idea how I miss this body of yours, the way your pussy feels around my cock. Fuck.”
It didn’t even bother me that I was naked in front of him, his warm breath skidding along my collarbone while his eyes raked across every inch of me. I didn’t mind him being so close, his hard cock pressing against his jeans. But even though there was this pull between us, I recognized it for what it was.
Familiar.
Safe.
Predictable.
I also recognized it for what it wasn’t.
Thrilling.
Exhilarating.
Carnal.
His fingers came within an inch from my pussy when I grabbed his hand, stilling him. “You’re right. We’re good together. But that doesn’t mean we’re good for each other.”
I jerked his hand away from my thigh. “Please leave.”
He stared at me, biting his bottom lip.
“Now.”
“Fine.” He lifted his hands as if to surrender, giving a few steps back. “But these rumors you choose to believe are all lies. You’ll see the truth soon enough, and I will get you back.”
“All I see when I look at you is Beth on her knees in your bedroom, sucking you off while I’m sitting at the goddamn dinner table with your parents.” I grabbed the towel and shielded myself from his hungry eyes that blazed with lust. “She’s wanted you ever since the day you asked me out. Now, she can have you for all I care.”
“Fuck!” He slammed his fist against the wall, and I yelped, watching him snarl—his eyes wild and expression hard. “You’re mine, firefly. You hear me? Mine.”
“Get out.”
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, dark strands of hair falling down his forehead. “We’re not over. Not by a long shot.”
Angry footsteps resonated through the room as he stomped out. The second he slammed the door shut behind him, I leaned back against the wall, breathing rapidly as my heart pounded. Waves of relief rolled over my shoulders, and I thanked God I was strong enough not to give in. Not to succumb to the familiarity between us. The ecstasy would be short-lived, and I’d feel like shit afterward, hating myself.
Placing my hand on my forehead, I straightened and caught sight of myself in the mirror before dropping the towel. My naked body had a sheen from the shower, my curls wet and in disarray. When I think of sex with Oakley, my insides don’t coil tight. My body didn’t ache for him. But thinking about Noah—Jesus—my pussy throbbed, sending sensual tingles and shivers down my thighs.
I bit my lip, still staring at my reflection, thinking about Noah and his broad shoulders, strong arms, and lips that could wreck any woman. Then, closing my eyes, I brushed my hand down my neck, imagining it was him—his touch, his warmth, his fingertips. My skin erupted in chills as desire flooded between my legs.
Would his touch be soft, gentle? Or would it hurt and burn?I hope it hurts.
Would he worship my body or use it? Bend it. Bruise it. Break it.
God.