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Cammie had ignored him for months, and now she was waltzing back into his life as if nothing had ever gone wrong between them.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“I’m great.”
Her brown eyes cascaded from his face to his muscled body: he was clean shaven, had put on some weight, and looked well rested, healthier than ever, Cammie thought.
“I’m sorry,” Noah said. “I wasn’t expecting to see you.”
“Well, you can’t blame a girl for hating your guts after what you did.”
“Cammie, you know how horrible I feel about—” He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.
“I know. I’m not here to guilt trip you.” She stared at him for what seemed to be forever, untying her trench coat as it dropped to the floor, revealing the red lingerie that was covering her intimate places.
Noah’s eyes widened in reaction.
“If you think we’re officially over, you’ve got another thing coming, Noah Mason Hunter.” Cammie stepped toward him. “I didn’t go through Hell and back with you all these years for nothing.” Closing the space, she left the softest kiss on his lips, as if to erase his intimate encounter with her sister.
Noah tried to resist her advances, but Cammie wouldn’t stop. Reaching below, she rubbed her palm against his evident arousal.
“Come on,” she whispered. “I know you want me. Take what you’ve conquered...” Her lustful stare enticed him as she unfastened her bra and dropped it behind her. “Take what’s yours.”
His cocaine addiction wasn’t the only thing he was recovering from, but sex addiction as well… And here was Cammie, flaunting herself, tempting him to take “one last drink,” knowing it would never be his last. She was the devil in disguise. Noah was an addict, and he was about to relapse.
“I want you”—Cammie licked his lips—“… inside me.”
Heated lust flashed in his gaze as he lifted her up and dropped her on the couch. He quickly divested himself of his clothes and parted her thighs.
“Oh, God,” Cammie moaned. “I needed this.” She tangled her fingers through his hair and kissed him. “I so needed this.”
Finally, she had got her fix. Her favorite drug had always been Noah. That would never change, she believed. She was determined to marry this man and convince him they were meant to be.
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At some point, they ended up in Noah’s bedroom. Their sex was fierce but short-lived. Cammie looked more than satisfied as shelay beneath him. He supported his weight above her and stared into her eyes.
“We can’t keep doing this,” said Noah. “We’re toxic to each other. I’m not good for you.” He had more clarity when his mind wasn’t impaired from excessive drug use.
“Take me again,” Cammie demanded. “Hard and rough like you’ve always done.”
“I don’t want to be rough with you.”
“We both know you do. That demon is still alive in you. I can feel it… sense it.” She bit her lip. “Choke me while you...”
“So, you came here to give me asexorcism?” Noah joked.
“Something like that.”
He rolled off her body and lay beside her, regretting his impulsive decision to sleep with her. Rationalizing seemed too hard when his every instinct had been screaming to surrender and satisfy his sex drive.
Cammie mounted him and slowly sucked on his index finger to arouse him again. “Punish me for being such a bitch to you.”
“Stop. You haven’t.” He pulled his hand away.
“Bend me over and…” she murmured dirty things in his ear, giggling as something pulsed beneath her. “Or maybe you’d like to—”
Using his strength, Noah flipped her on her back before he got up.
