“What?”
“Your ex-wife. You’re still in love with her.”
He drew his lower lip between his teeth, shaking his head. “You can’t be further from the truth.”
“It’s the only thing that makes sense. I know that this connection we have isn’t just a one-way street. You feel it, too. But something is holding you back—”
“You know—”
I held up my hand. “I swear to God if you tell me it’s the age difference, I’m going to fucking scream. It’s fifteen years, Noah. Fifteen. Stop acting like you’re old enough to be my father.” The sheet kept slipping from my grip, and I had to pull it tighter again. “You’re closed up and against anything happening between us because of her.”
“But something did happen, Sienna. A lot happened between us. Go look at the bruises on your hips in case you forgot.” He leaned his head to the side, those piercing irises blazing in my direction. “That ache you feel between your legs, that raw feeling of being fucked—that’s because of me. I did that. I fucked you. Not Oakley. Not anyone else. Me.”
Heat spread along my chest and up my neck.
One slow, calculated step after the other Noah approached me, closing the distance between us—space I needed to breathe.
“A lot happened between us, Sienna. And by God, if I could do it over again, I wouldn’t change a thing. So, don’t think for one second my hesitation is because of an ex-wife I haven’t heard from in years. A woman I have zero contact with.” He stopped in front of me, the scent of red pepper and patchouli filling the air, almost instantly intoxicating me, causing me to swallow hard. My skin erupted in goosebumps as he traced the back of his hand down my naked arm, leaving a trail of burning flesh. “I can’t promise you anything past today. I can’t promise you a tomorrow.” Without warning, his hand gripped my elbow, and the other dug into my hip as he forced me to turn, pushing my front against the wall, pressing his hard body against mine. “But there’s one thing I can promise you.”
“Yeah? And what’s that?”
“To give you what this hot little body of yours needs.” He brushed my hair over my shoulder. “To get fucked…hard. That’s what you want, isn’t it? To have my cock stretch that cunt and drive you insane.”
I whimpered when I felt his hard cock press against my ass, wishing nothing was separating us from being skin on skin. I wanted the sheet gone and his pants off. God, I was a glutton for punishment. I knew Noah couldn’t give me what I wanted emotionally, but physically I was addicted to him—unable to get enough. Even now, after I was moments away from leaving, I wanted nothing more than to have him make my body his playground.
Noah Alexander was cocaine. He was heroin. He was in my blood, and the more I had him, the more I wanted him. He was a high I never wanted to come down from. Not even if he destroyed me.
He tugged at the sheet, and it dropped to the floor, pooling around our feet. Then, for a split second, he was gone, and I wanted to groan out loud only to have him back, flush against me, his naked body pressed against mine.
I swayed my hips, loving the feel of his hard length against the hollow of my back.
“What do you want from me, Sienna?”
“Everything,” I breathed, placing my palms against the cold wall. “I want everything you’re willing to give me.”
He palmed my ass and bit my neck, growling against my ear. “Right now, I just want to give you my cock, hard and fast. No bullshit.”
Crazed and frenzied, Noah grabbed my hips as he bent his knees, dropping his hands below my ass and spreading my thighs. “Are you wet?”
“God, yes.”
He plunged into me, his swollen girth stretching my entrance. My legs trembled, my nails scratching and clawing at the paint on the walls, my pussy impossibly full.
Noah slipped his arm around me and wrapped his fingers around my throat, squeezing as his thrusts continued a relentless rhythm. There was nothing gentle about the way he fucked me. There was nothing romantic about the way he moved inside me. It was primal. Raw. Wet. And out of control. Just the way I wanted it.
This wasn’t about exploring each other. It wasn’t about enjoying each other’s bodies. It was about coming. It was about getting to that edge and tipping over as fast as possible.
My muscles pulled taut. My pussy clenched. And I felt the wave roll all the way from the back of my neck, building, climbing, seconds away from cresting.
“Noah.”
“Come, baby girl. Because I’m about to cream your cunt.”
He pulled my head back, tightening his grip around my throat, restricting air. All I could do was press my palms against the wall, pushing myself back so my body could take him as deep as possible. Snaking his arm around my waist, he found my swollen clit and pinched it between his fingers—a rolling pain and searing pleasure erupting between my legs.
I came, every bone in my body wrapped tightly as my cries slammed against the ceiling. But he didn’t stop massaging my clit, milking every last drop of pleasure from my body, tightening his arm and lifting my feet off the ground. Noah growled, pulling me down on him as he pushed up into me—his rhythmic thrust morphed into a frenzied fuckery of slamming into me.
I was spent. Completely fucked and exhausted as I felt his dick jerk inside me. We collapsed to the ground, and his cock pulled out of me, his cum leaking down my thighs.
Out of all the times we’ve been together, consumed by one another, it’s never been like this. We were both crazed, bathed and soaked in madness.
And maybe even…possessed with desperation