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“B-bastard,” I stutter.
“Is that the best you can do. Call me names?” His face is inches away from mine. His breath leaves me weak in the knees when he licks his lips.
“Do not pretend you don’t still feel the pull between us. Or try to hide the fact that you’re pressing your legs together.” Still holding my hand, he pushes me backwards until my spine hits the wall. “I’m the only one who can give you what you want,” he whispers in my ear and I shiver.
“Yeah and how’s that? I have enough guys wanting to give it to me.”
He grabs my neck, his thumb moving over my pulse, and leans forward. I tremble when his stubble brushes from my chin up to my ear. “You came back here because you know I remember everything that gets you off.” He hums. “Not like those boys you have sniffing around, like Axl’s new sound guy.” He raises his brows, his forehead creasing.
“How do you know about Nick? Have you been keeping tabs on me?” I whimper when he presses his crotch against mine, and I feel his heat against me.
“Fuck yes, I’ve been keeping track. This is a break. You’re still my wife, Allie. Hell, this fucking scar on my face reminds me every day that you’re mine.” He growls before kissing my neck and licking the shell of my ear.
My head falls back when his other hand curls around my side, holding me in place. “Is that so?”
I moan when his lips find mine and I disappear into him. Our tongues clash together. Biting, pulling, I fist his hair. The taste of him and the alcohol on his lips make my head spin. The cigarette smoke hanging around him is so familiar. I bite his lip. He groans and chuckles, his dark laugh shooting a ripple of pleasure through me.
“Fuck it,” he says, picking me up and climbing the stairs, still kissing me, holding me against his hard chest. I link my arms behind his head. He opens the door leading to the bedroom and sits on his bed, keeping me close. I let my fingers move over his parted lips before leaning in and pressing my mouth to his.
Rubbing his thumb over my jawline, I moan before our tongues find each other and he shivers, pushing his crotch against mine. The kiss is slow at first, but when his hands travel into my hair, it becomes demanding, desperate.
Pulling back, we come up for air, both panting a little. Drifting my fingers over his ribcage he almost falls backwards, and I chuckle when his eyes flame with passion. The heat radiating from his body penetrates my core, and I can’t suppress my pleading moans.
He pushes back and growls. I brush his long hair behind his ear, tracing his scruff with my fingers as he closes his eyes, the side of his mouth curling up the tiniest bit.
“I want you,” he says, opening his eyes. “Even if it means this is the last time I’ll ever get you. I need you.”
My eyes widen at his words.
“One last time,” he groans before kissing me.
Heat rushes through me when he pins me to him. Holding me, his hands splay out under my ass, lifting me over his erection, before he turns and presses me against the sheets.
His dark eyes roam my face. I see the pain in them—the sheer possession in those depths. It is like I’m always going to belong to him and no one else. There is a part of me that doesn’t question it.
His fingers move over my zipper, applying pressure there, and I break, my head falling against his chest.
I should hate the way my body responds to him after what happened. But I don’t. I love it. I need it like I need air to breathe. He is the only man who ever touched me. All the things we’ve done come rushing back to me, making me tremble in his arms.
I let my blouse drop. His calloused hands move up and down my arms before he unhooks my bra, letting it fall to the floor. He rolls over so I’m on top of him. Goose bumps break out over my body and he skims his fingers over the raised hairs. Tracing the lines of the tattoos covering my arms, he smiles, following the black ink.
He rolls me onto my back again and I watch him as he takes off my shoes, and stands there in his jeans. Bending forward, he sways a little, placing his hands on the bed, sweat forming on his creased forehead. His voice is like velvet when he asks, “If I do this”—he takes a deep breath—“will you still be here in the morning?”
I bite on my lip. I made up my mind; I am moving to Nashville. This is our final goodbye.
His eyes are sad when he shakes his head. “Never mind. I already know your answer. I can always tell what you’re thinking by the look in your eyes. I may be a fuck up, but I still feel it.”
He almost loses his balance, and with his eyes half-closed, his gaze roams over my body. He pops open the button of his jeans with a blank look that makes me hesitate.
Rone pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his stomach. He unzips his fly and steps out of his jeans. My mouth waters when I see his erection against the fabric of his boxers. I take off my jeans, his eyes flash when he pushes his hair back and treats me to the pirate smile I once fell in love with.
I reach out and pull his underwear down. His hard dick springs free, the head of his cock already glistening with precum. I trace the vein of his throbbing shaft with my fingers. Moving over the velvet skin, I stop before the tip. He hisses, his eyes falling into the back of his head.
“Fuck, Al,” he growls, grabbing my shoulder to steady himself.
He groans into my mouth as his body crushes mine. “This is goodbye, isn’t it?” he whispers, leaning on his arms. His hair falls like a curtain around his face.
“Yes,” I whisper, while he brushes away my tears.
