“If you’re not in love with him, why did you go to dinner?” He fingered her entrance, sliding in and out.
“Please, Noah.”
“Answer me.”
“I went with him so he didn’t cause a scene at work. I didn’t want him there.”
“And now?”
“I still don’t want him there. I never loved him, Noah. I can see that now.” She stared at him, seeing the flash of surprise in his eyes.
Had she hurt him by going to dinner?
“Did you ever love your ex?”
“No.”
“Not even a little?”
“No, I didn’t. I believed she was necessary for what I needed, but I never loved her and I never will.”
She licked her lips, trying to think of what to say, how to tell him the words that he seemed to find so easy to say to her.
With tears filling her eyes, vulnerable, open, she knew there was no way she couldn’t tell him.
“I don’t love him, Noah, because … I love you. I’m not saying that to get out of these cuffs. I want you to fuck me. I love being with you.” She licked her dry lips, trying to contain her moan as he climbed onto the bed.
He moved between her spread thighs and didn’t talk at all. She didn’t like the silence from him.
“Fifteen years ago, I was afraid. We’d just been through hell, and … you had an out. You could leave. I wasn’t going to be the one responsible for keeping you with me. Not a single moment went by when I was younger that I didn’t think of you. You were on my mind constantly. Hearing about your success meant everything to me. I know what they did to you. I know how it messed with your head, and to know you were able to move on, to not let it affect you, it … filled me with so much happiness. It never stopped me from missing you though, Noah. I saw your pictures in magazines and on the news. I heard about you on the radio. You were everywhere, succeeding. Me, I felt like a failure. Martin was a good guy. I thought I could love him, fall for him, but he wasn’t you. He’ll never be you, and even if you kick me out of your life right now, no one will ever compare to you. You’re the man for me. You’re the love of my life, and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to keep you. You’re everything, Noah. You’re my knight, my monster, my lover, my hope.”
She moaned as he slammed his lips down on hers. One of his hands sank into her hair, holding her head still as he kissed her even harder. She loved his kisses so much. They were whole together.
“I love you, Skye. So fucking much. Without you, I’ve got nothing. None of this matters. I’ve tried to forget you. I’ve never been a saint. There have been other women, but it has always been about trying to forget you. I don’t want to forget you anymore. I want you forever.”
He aligned his cock to her entrance, sliding in deep. She was so wet that she heard the sounds of their joining. She couldn’t see, and he held her in place, at his mercy, where she wanted to be.
He pulled out of her only to slide back inside, pumping away. Each thrust only heightened her arousal. Anyone else, she’d be screaming, panicking, afraid.
Noah wasn’t just anyone.
He was the guy from her past, the man of her present, and one day, the husband of her future.
“You are mine, Skye. For now until eternity. We’re meant to be together.”
“Yes.”
She couldn’t agree more. He took possession of her lips. One of his hands moved down her body, sliding between them to tease her clit.
She came apart under his touch within a few seconds. She couldn’t believe how fast it was for her to reach orgasm.
Noah sped up his thrusts, fucking her harder into the bed, dominating her, taking what he wanted. She spread her legs and let him have her completely.
Over and over, he filled her. When he came, she was more than ready for it. Each pulse of his cock sent a shockwave of pleasure rushing through her. She didn’t want him to ever stop with her.
He didn’t move away from her after. He stayed deep inside her. His cock was still buried to the hilt, and she stared at him, waiting.
“Marry me,” he said.