She shook her head. “This is not the way to go about it.” She put her hands on his chest and tried to push him away.
He didn’t budge. She tried to do it again, and he didn’t move.
Noah was far stronger, faster, and more prepared. While she tried to push him away, he sank his fingers into her long hair, and grasped the strands, tilting her head back. She let out a little gasp. It was so slight that he almost didn’t hear it, but it was there, on her lips. Since breaking free from their captors, he’d made sure his strength could rival anyone. He took time in the gym, had a personal trainer, and even dealt with fight clubs in order to remain strong, to learn to always be able to defend himself. Never would he allow himself to become weak again, to fall to the mercy of bastard men.
He and Skye, they shared a bond that no one could understand.
Their story hadn’t been over in that hospital fifteen years ago. Their story had only just begun, and it was only now that he was realizing it.
Her lips looked too tempting to deny. She licked across the fullness of them, and his cock was already hard and he wanted inside her. Slamming his mouth on hers, he tasted her.
Within a matter of seconds, she stopped trying to push him away and in fact, held him close, trying to keep him in place, and he fucking relished it. She ran her hands up from his chest, fisting them at his shoulders, and he wanted her so badly.
He kept hold of her hair, and with his free hand, he slid it down her back, going to the fullness of her ass, so tempting to him, so ripe and so full. He loved her curves. When he’d been younger, he’d not been so appreciative of her body, whereas now, he wanted her more than he wanted to take his next breath. She drove him crazy with need. He wondered if she felt like this with other men. If they made her hot and wet for them.
Was she wet for him now?
When he slid his tongue across her mouth, she opened up, and he plunged inside, taking the kiss he wanted.
She pulled her lips away and let out a moan. This time he didn’t capture the noise and instead, kissed down her neck, sucking on her pulse. He began to gather her skirt in his fist, lifting it up, revealing more of her flesh to his gaze.
He wanted her so much that it was a never-ending ache within him.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she said.
He could think of a million things he could be doing to her. Instead, he was kissing her when in fact, he wanted to be balls deep inside her. He wanted her to be so wet and slick for his cock, that he slid in deep and easily.
His balls ached. What was it about this woman that drove him crazy with need? It was nonstop.
Did they have unfinished business? Their history?
It didn’t matter, not really.
He wanted her, and he didn’t need to make up excuses to be with her. Sliding his hand beneath the hem of her skirt, he stroked his fingers against the inside of her thigh.
She stopped kissing him.
Noah stared into her pretty brown gaze, watching her as he moved closer to her panties. She didn’t stop him, but he saw each emotion as it played out across her pretty face.
She was so nervous.
He didn’t want her to be nervous, not with him.
She licked her dry lips, and when he pressed his palm against her pussy, she gritted her teeth but didn’t scream out or cry.
She stayed perfectly still.
“Did your husband know how to touch you, Skye?” he asked.
Sliding one finger between the slit of her panties, he continued to stroke her. He wanted her plump, kiss-swollen lips wrapped around his cock, the sooner the better.
Moving the fabric of her panties aside, he stroked through her slit, finding her wet, but not soaked, the way he would have liked.
“Don’t ask me stuff like that,” she said.
“Oh, I bet he tried to, didn’t he? I bet he asked you nice and polite to touch your pretty pussy before he fucked you.” He tightened his grip in her hair, and this time, she couldn’t contain her moan. “You didn’t want it sweet and gentle.”
“You don’t know me, Noah.”