Chasing Heartbreak (Dark Love 6)
“And now?”
“I’m scared. I don’t want to lose my best friend, but…” I whisper with bated breath. “I love you.”
Noah crashes his lips on mine, leaving me to gasp. My hands feverishly run through his hair while ignoring my weak limbs as I climb on top and ride him once again. In the throes of passion, we can’t get enough. Our bodies move in sync. My bedsheets are strewn across the floor while he fucks me sideways, on all fours, carrying me to the window as he devours my body against the glass.
I’ve fallen to my knees, taking him all in. Licking every inch of him before we wind up in the shower, and it becomes my turn to be worshipped.
And once we exhaust our physical self, we lay in bed talking all night.
“Do you remember when I flew to Manhattan?” Noah murmurs with his hands in my hair as my head rests on his chest, listening to the sound of his beating heart. “The time you had an emotional breakdown over someone who shall remain nameless?”
“Uh… don’t remind me.”
“I knew then I felt more. Everything with you was always easy. But it’s like there was this line between us, and I kept telling myself I only wanted to cross it because I’m not supposed to. The forbidden line which would’ve changed everything between us.”
“I wouldn’t have let you, anyway.” I sigh, watching my fingers caress his perfectly sculpted chest. “You were confused. And I loved what we had, this unbreakable friendship, or at least, that’s what I thought at the time. I’ve never had anyone like you in my life. Eric doesn’t count.”
“I heard, from Charlie, about your altercation. Have you spoken to him since?”
I shake my head, keeping quiet for a moment. “The thing is, Eric was right. I hid my affair with Dominic because I was ashamed and had everything to lose. And it was never a competition between you and him. I never felt safe with Dominic, he was just there as someone to help me forget.”
Beneath me, Noah’s body stiffens. It’s a sore subject to discuss, especially now that I know how Noah feels about me. My fingers glide across his chest, tracing his skin with a touch rather than words. Moments later, I feel him relax, his chest rising and falling at his usual pace.
“I loathe the man,” he lowers his voice.
“I know. It’s over now, Noah. It’s just you and me.”
His lips find my forehead, a gentle kiss washing away this momentary tension.
“The night I saw you in Versailles, you have no idea how much I needed to see you.”
“I had no clue about what you were going through,” I say openly. “But I could see it broke you.”
“It did. Can I ask you something?”
“Hmm, anything, Noah.”
“Have you…” he clears his throat, his body tensing again. “Have you fucked him since that night?”
I shake my head instantly, reassuring him and not hesitating like he always claimed I had done. “I didn’t, I couldn’t. Everything always led back to you no matter how hard I tried to fight it. I had no idea what it meant, but it all makes sense now.”
The breath he’s been holding in releases. Noah has always had a jealous streak. Typical male, of course. In many ways, he reminds me of a younger Lex when Charlie was engaged to Julian.
“The night at the ball, you were so drunk. D
o you remember asking me to fuck you?” he teases, a small chuckle escaping him.
“What? I asked that?” I question, surprised. “I asked you to fuck me?”
“I believe your exact words were, ‘Noah, you’ve always wanted to fuck me. Let’s do it, tonight, here.”
“I wanted to fuck you at the actual ball?” Laughter escapes my lips. “I don’t remember that at all.”
“I could have, you had your hands all over me, but it wouldn’t have been right. It would’ve been a Band-Aid on what we were both trying to navigate through at the time. I wanted it to be right… like tonight.”
Raising my eyes to meet his, I stare into his beautiful face. “C’était la première fois parfait.”
His hazel eyes flicker, the way they always do when locked in with my own.