I fill her up again, but this time I don’t pull out. I wrap her boneless arms and legs around me and carry her from the room.
“Let’s go have a shower, and I can clean you up,” I say, kissing her neck and sucking it so hard I leave a mark.
She makes a squawk of protest, but I smack her ass. “I told you, I’m marking all of you.”
“My butt hurts,” she says, and then laughs.
“You don’t seem to mind my dick in it, little star. But don’t worry. I’ve got kisses to make it better.”
Chapter Thirteen
Aurora
I wake to morning sun pouring in the window. I roll over to see the plates from our dinner still sitting on the floor next to the bed. I was half-asleep last night when Noah woke me up and made me eat, before I passed back out again with his mouth between my legs. This seems to be the story of our lives. I want to know something and Noah makes love to me or distracts me until I pass out. He’s hiding something, and I know I need to face it, even if I don’t want to. I’m falling in love with him. Or maybe I already am in love with him. Another thing I’m not sure I want to face yet.
I love how he makes me feel. I’m alive for the first time. Parts of me that were hidden deep down have been brought to the surface. He’s waking me up, and the more he does it, the harder I’m going to fall when I find out what’s really happening here. I don’t want to shatter this perfect illusion that’s been built, but I know it’s not as it seems.
I roll from the bed. Seeing one of Noah’s shirts on the ground, I pick it up and slide it over my head. I wonder where Elina is. In fact, I haven’t seen anyone since Noah took me on the floor of the dance studio. The island seems deserted now.
I make my way to find Noah, knowing I need answers. I know there’s something more between us. I can feel it. I can’t believe that sex feels this way for everyone. It can’t. Something about what we share is different and has to be a once-in-a-lifetime thing. He seems to know the deepest darkest thoughts inside my head and lays them out for me to see. Things I would never voice, he brings them to life. He calls to a dark part of me that I try to keep hidden, but nothing is out of his reach.
I walk to his office, and a feeling of déjà vu hits me. I hear a woman’s voice once again, and the pit in my stomach forms. I pause for a moment, unsure what to do. Then anger starts to take over as jealousy burns its way to the surface. I’ve had enough of being pushed around my entire life. It’s time I finally stand up for myself. I shove open the doors of his office, letting them fling open and smack against the walls. The woman jumps, and Noah stands up from behind his desk. The office is still a mess. Things are flung all over the floor from where he cleared it off to make love to me.
I glance over at the woman who looks to be in her thirties. Her blonde hair frames her face. She’s pretty. No, she’s more than pretty. She has curves like you see in magazines. Her bright green eyes narrow on me. She looks like the opposite of me in every way.
“Leave,” Noah growls, and I look over at him. He’s got his eyes trained on the woman. I can see the anger written on his face. “Step foot here again and you’ll have bigger problems than you already have now.”
I look back over at her, and I can tell she wants to say something. She shakes her head and stomps from the office, leaving us alone. Noah leans down, picking a phone up from off the floor and hitting some numbers.
“Make sure she’s off the island and never comes back,” is all he says, before he tosses the phone back on the floor. He lets out a deep breath, and I can see he’s trying to get his anger under control.
“Is she your wife?” The words leave my mouth, and I pray that I’m wrong. If he’s married, we’ve been having an affair, no matter if they’re separated. And I didn’t like the way he so easily dismissed a woman he once loved, even if they aren’t together any longer.
“Come here,” he says softly. I pause for a moment, but my feet do as he commands and I find myself walking toward him. The anger that was on his face is gone as he picks me up by my hips, sitting me on his desk.