She searched his eyes, the familiar flecks of gold and shades of green, and she knew he meant it. She pressed her lips to his, wanting to taste the words, to consume them so they became a part of her. The kiss turned urgent, bruising need and stinging bites as she climbed into his lap. The silk of her dress bunched around her hips as she straddled Noah on the piano bench in her quest to get closer, to savor every last second she had with him.
His hand slid from her chin to bracket her throat, his thumb pressing to the pulse point there, and he controlled the kiss, tilting her head until he had her at the angle he wanted. His other hand slid up her thigh, holding her tight against the bulge of his erection. She loved when he was like this, commanding and in full control of her body without saying a word. She rocked against him, shuddering as the hard length of him ground against her through the thin fabric of her panties.
“I need you,” she whimpered against his mouth. She wasn’t sure what she meant—she needed him to fuck her? To come back for her?Both.
The hand around her throat slid down between her breasts and over her rib cage, gripping her around the waist and lifting her until she was sitting on the edge of the piano lid. Her bare feet rested on the keyboard, the instrument clanging as her toes slid across the keys. Noah stood between her spread thighs, his hips holding her open as he devoured her mouth, his tongue stroking hers.
With a firm press of his hand on her breastbone, he eased her back until she was lying flat across the lid of the piano. He pushed the slinky material of her dress up over her hips before he hooked her panties with his index fingers and dragged them down her legs. Cool air hit her wet center and she bucked her hips in an effort to get closer to him, the movement striking another discordant tone on the piano.
“What did I tell you about this pussy, love?” Noah rumbled as his stubbled cheek dragged over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
She wiggled her hips, trying to get him closer to where she wanted him. “It’s yours.”
“That’s right.” He ghosted a finger over her slit, his touch so feather light she wasn’t sure if she imagined it. “This pussy is mine. To lick and play with and fuck and care for.” There was that finger again, passing deeper, just barely parting her puffy lower lips. “And you’re trying to take it away from me,” he growled.
“Noah,” she whined. She was too lust drunk for a serious conversation, too needy to go another round with him about the inevitable.
“So you leave me with no choice.” He plunged two fingers deep inside her, and she gasped at the sudden intrusion. “I’ll have to remind you who you belong to.”
And then his tongue was on her clit, masterfully stoking her pleasure higher. She dug her hand into his hair as her thighs began to shake, but he pulled away and slowed the stroke of his fingers on her inner walls. He blew a cool stream of air over her swollen sex and her thighs fell even further apart. An invitation, a plea for more.
“Say it,” he commanded, his voice so hard that she could almost mistake the steel of his tone for a lack of emotion. But she knew better. It wasn’t a lack of anything, but a tidal wave barely held at bay.
“I’m yours,” she panted.
“That’s fucking right.” He bowed his head again, flicking her clit with his tongue. “No matter where you are, or where I am. You’ve been mine for six fucking years, Calandria Cole. You’ll always be mine.”
His words reverberated through her head but she could barely parse them she was so desperate for his mouth on her. “Noah, please,” she begged.
“I take care of what’s mine, love.”
He closed his lips around her clit again and worked her towards an orgasm that stole her breath and sent electricity down her legs. Her back arched off the hard wood of the piano lid, her toes digging into the keys as she rode his mouth. As her climax retreated, he began mercilessly licking her again. “Another,” he grunted, fucking her with his fingers and tongue until she came a second time.
When he stood up, his chin was wet with her release, his eyes wild. He gripped her hips and pulled her closer to him, her ass sliding off the edge of the piano. She reached out and grabbed the sides of the instrument to steady herself as the clatter of his belt falling against the polished parquet floor echoed through the room. Before she’d even registered the source of the sound, he thrust into her, filling her in one smooth stroke, using his grip on her hips to leverage himself deeper.
“Oh, God,” she cried out as he drove into her again and again.
“You can send me away, Calico, but you’ll never stop being mine.” His hips pistoned faster, his cock driving directly into that sensitive spot on her front walls. “I love you,” he growled, the words almost angry.
“I love you,” she gasped.
He curled himself over her, his teeth closing around her nipple through the fabric of her dress. He tongued her through the silk as she wrapped her legs around his hips, holding him so tightly that his thrusts slowed to deep rolls of his hips, his pelvis grinding against her clit with each undulation.
She wrapped her arms around him, curling herself around him as her stomach contracted and her pussy grasped at the solid length of him within her. She came with a cry, the pleasure bordering on pain, a sharp, stinging bliss that made her tremble in his arms. With a roar, he pumped his own release into her, his cock kicking within her as heat rushed between her thighs.
He pulled out and rearranged her dress down over her thighs, and then helped her to sit upright on the piano. Once she was sitting again, he stepped away, but she caught him by the collar of his shirt, drawing him back towards her. He avoided her eyes, his hands stroking over the silk covering her thighs, concealing the mess he’d made of her.
“Look at me,” she said. He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, before he finally glanced up and met her eyes. The depth of feeling there stole her breath, the hurt and frustration and love all tangled together. “Noah—”
“It’s late,” he said, looking away again as he held out his hand to help her slide off the piano. “We should get some sleep.”
Chapter 26
Noah hardly slept. Every time he nodded off, he startled awake, sure that Callie was gone. He’d tuck her back against his body, bury his face in her hair, and will himself to sleep, but his thoughts raced as he tried to come up with a way to keep her.
As the sun peeked through the gauzy curtains in the morning, Callie turned in his arms and he tightened his grip on her. The sweep of her nose across his chest ripped open the old wound there. Funny, he’d always thought it would be something monumental to finally set off the landmine she’d planted beneath his skin all those years ago, something bombastic enough to justify the devastation it would bring. He’d never expected it to be the flutter of her eyelashes against his skin.
His throat tightened and he closed his eyes, determined to etch the feel of her into his body.
