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He arched a brow at her, dipped the spoon and into her mouth it went again.
This time, she suppressed the moan and swallowed.
“There see?” He dipped the spoon into the soup again, raised it up and grinned at her. “Swallowing isn’t all that hard.”
She’d just gotten this spoonful past her lips as she choked at his observation.
He dropped the spoon and patted her back. “Just breathe!”
Her eyes watered while her throat clogged.
He grabbed her up and stood her on her feet.
Her choking stopped.
Sighing, he stared at her face. “Dammit, what am I going to do with you?”
Thoughts rushed to her fuddled brain. Do me over the table, up against the wall. Fuck my mouth, just anything. Her eyes widened at the images she’d just conjured up. She could see it, him his bare skin gleaming in the firelight, those eyes full of heat as he plunged into her again and again. Like a punishing force, taking her senses away, her breath away. Yes, she could see this man fucking her senseless and her doing anything, everything he said. Oh, yes. She grew breathless as the images just kept on coming, him in her mouth her sucking him like he was some kind of drink she just had to gulp. She halted as her entire body flushed. Damn, they must have been combustive together! “Is that what we did, the first night I was here?”
He blinked his eyes in confusion at her.
“I-I mean. I just remembered something…I think?”
He stared hard at her. “You remembered?”
She nodded. Damn, did I! Maybe they’d gotten so carried away that she’d fallen and hit her head? A wild idea, but maybe? She could see this man getting beastly. Oh, and how. Maybe that was it?
He eased her back down. “I want to hear it, but eat first.” He handed her the spoon. “I think you can do it yourself now.”
She held back her smile. He’s pulling back. Maybe she wasn’t the only one thinking that it’d just gotten way too hot in this room. Maybe that was why he would be so gentle with her at times. He felt responsible. But then, why didn’t he know her name? She gasped. She’d just rushed into a one night stand, drunk, with a man who didn’t even know her name? She again, stared at him. Well? Maybe. Who would fucking care what his name was? She shook herself.
“I just don’t want you to swallow it down the wrong pipe again,” he explained at her pause.
She again, nodded trying to shove away the heat as her panties were now wet. Dammit, and she would bet she had no clothes here either. She proceeded to eat her soup with no moaning or otherwise.
When she finished, he gave her an orange juice. Then he sat over in the sofa chair.
She drank it down. Her headache had abated and she felt so much better. Her head still felt a bit wobbly on her neck though. “You were right, I just needed to eat and thank you.”
He remained silent for a few minutes.
A little nervous now at this silence, she finally broke it, “So how did I get hurt?” Maybe he would confirm her theory now.
He cocked his head at this.
“I-I mean it had to have happened after you brought up here. To-to…”
“To fuck you. You mean?”
Wow, he just put it out there. Mutely, she nodded.
“So you remembered that part?” he asked.
Her brow furrowed. “Well, I got images of…”
“…of?”
Her cheeks heated up and she pulled the blanket up over her breasts as her nipples hardened before she even realized it. “Yes…like you and I—we…”
He sat forward looking truly curious, his cold expression gone. “WE? We did what?”
Oh, wow. Did we do it the way I saw it? “You were—I mean I…”
“Anything you remember is important right now. Just tell me.”
“Okay…” So she launched in, but refused to look him in the eye as she did so, or else she wouldn’t get through it, “I had images of you fucking me. Up against the wall. Over a table. Then…”
Silence hung in the room.
“You ordered me to suck you off and I did with great pleasure, you tasted so…” Her gaze rose up.
The man sat stone still. Like he’d been poured into that chair as liquid cement then had hardened in an instant. “The fuck you say.”
Her eyes widened as he slowly stood up.
Rage covered his face and eyes now. “What the fuck kind of game are you playing at?”
CHAPTER FOUR
He towered over her with fury. Dammit! Noah clenched his fists. How could I be played like this? By a woman no less. Making up a memory that never happened. He now knew she was at some game and in his life—there was only one kind of game. Kill or be killed.
Grabbing her up from the sofa, he tugged her to him, breathing his words to her lips, “How in the fuck did you remember something like that?”
