A Winter's Date (4 page)

“Mmm, yes, baby, please don’t stop.”

My voice is erotic yet needy when I speak with my cheek pressed against the mattress. He feels so good inside me that I grip the sheets and moan loudly.

He’s panting through his teeth with each intake of breath and each hard, painful yet pleasing thrust he sinks into me with his ample cock. He takes up every bit of space I have to offer him, filling me with his sizeable girth.

I love the way his rock-hard thighs stay pressed against me, the way his fingers grip my hips, and the way his balls feel as they slap against me with every powerful lunge.

“Heather, you’re so fucking tight.”

My body coils, and I know he knows that I’m about to come, but he suddenly stops moving. He pulls on my hair while he wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me upright. His chest is pressed against my back while he’s seated fully inside of me. I’m panting heavily, trying to move, but he has complete control of my body. I’m losing myself to this Greek god and to get one more stroke against my spot would do me in, but he doesn’t budge. His hand moves from my waist to slide up my body, and kneads my breast while he’s biting my ear.

His deep, husky voice, full of lust, reverberates through my body when he speaks. “You’re so close . . . aren’t you, ballerina?” His tongue flicks my earlobe and down the column of my neck. “Your pussy is quivering against my cock . . .”

I whimper, and his hand tightens in my hair, yanking my head back harder.

“Tell me . . .”

He’s biting down my neck and kneading my other breast, pinching my nipple hard. The jolt that rolls through me is almost enough to make me come. “Tell me how bad you want my come, Heather.”

I can’t respond; the pleasure is too immense as I try and focus on our wet, hard, and pulsing connection. I can’t take it anymore. I rotate my hips a few times before his hands move down to my hips, forcing me to stop, but it’s too late. My body jolts as waves of vibrant energy slam into me and a rush of pure euphoria racks my body. My walls hug him securely, and I can feel him start to pulse as he emits copious amounts of pleasure into me.

His fingers clench in my hair, and all I can do is moan. His low growl fills the room as he loses himself inside of me. “Ahh fuck,” he groans through clenched teeth against my neck. My pulse point is racing, and I have no doubt that he can feel how he electrifies my body.

We’re utterly still for moments until he loosens his grip on my hair and gently lowers us onto our sides. His movements are slow and deliberate when he pulls out of me and turns me to face him as he slides his hand down my rib cage and to the curve of my butt. He reaches his destination when he pushes his finger deep inside of my wet sex. When he removes it I feel empty, but he soothes me by placing the same finger against my lips. He no longer has to ask me to suck, but I wait for his command anyway.

“Suck, Heather.”

I do. I take the length of his finger into my mouth to taste our mingled orgasms until all I can taste is him. Slowly, he removes his finger from my mouth and places his lips on mine as a thank-you.

I’m spent.

Completely done for.

I’m so weak that I can’t even nuzzle his warm, damp chest. My eyes are heavy, and I allow myself to close them for a moment. His fingers lazily trail up and down my naked back, and I’m about to pass out in his arms when I hear him speak.

His voice is almost a whisper. “Don’t you know that I would never hurt you, Heather?”

“Mmm . . . I know,” I manage to say.

His heart is beating rapidly, and his arms tighten around me almost painfully. “Stop letting her get in your head. I don’t fucking want her. Do you hear me?”

I stiffen and open my eyes to gaze up at his strong jaw. “You mean Alexis?”

“I don’t want her. Do you understand?”

I nod because I realize this must have been weighing on him. I know he loves me, and yes, I’m petrified that she’s going to steal him from me, but I also know that he won’t leave me. Yet I let her get to me daily. I think he’s noticed more than once now.

I maneuver my arm so I can lace my fingers with his. I feel his body relax ever so slightly when he tightens his fingers around mine. I tilt my head up to place soft kisses along his jawline, whispering, “Tell me you love me, Noah
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”

His available hand moves to grip my ass and squeeze again when a low, assertive rumble emerges from his handsome lips. “I fucking love you, Heather, more than words could express.”

I can’t describe the feeling I get when he says that to me. I’ve never had a man draw these kinds of emotions out of me before, and I love him for it. Every single bit of him. I can’t believe I left this man, and more importantly, I can’t believe he wanted me back after I crushed his already-wounded heart.

“Get some sleep; you have your performance in the morning.”

He pulls me on top of his chest, holding me where I always want to be—the spot where I feel completely safe.

“Mmm, you’re right. Goodnight, Noah.”

He hums his approval of my response before he inhales deeply. His chest expands before he exhales slowly, contently.

“Goodnight, Heather.”

NOAH

I’m backstage in Heather’s dressing room while she gets ready to go on stage for the first time in London with the Royal Ballet. She’s sitting in front of her mirror, and I can tell she’s nervous as hell. Coen is out in the audience guarding our seats, so I can wish my ballerina good luck before the show begins.

“Noah?” She shakes her head and looks at me in the mirror as I sit behind her. Her eyes are wide and haunted with fear and doubt. “I can’t do this.”

“Of course you can, baby. You were born to do this. I can’t wait to see my girl show London what she’s made of.”

I spin her chair around and stand, before lifting her effortlessly into my arms, pulling her glittered up body against my black tux.

“I’m not ready. I know I’m not; it’s just too soon.” Her petite body trembles in my arms and for the first time, I’m not sure if my touch can calm her down.

“You are going to kill it. I’ll be backstage the second you get off, and we can go home, or get drunk, or do anything you want to do.” I lift her chin up and press my lips to hers in another attempt to help settle her frayed nerves.

She finally sags in my arms and holds onto me for dear life as our tongues graze each other’s passionately. There’s a hard knock on the door and a stagehand calls out, “Heather Lane? Five minutes.”

“Go kick some ballet ass, baby.”

Her smile is reassuring and jacks up my testosterone. I place my lips on hers once more before letting go of her and setting her down on her feet. Her pointe shoes make a slight thud when they hit the ground, and I know she’s ready now.

“Promise me that you’ll meet me back here after the show?” she asks as she backs toward the door, trying to keep me in her line of sight for as long as she can.

“You have my word. Now go and show em’ what you’ve got.”

I wink at her, and she blows me a kiss before stepping out of the room and following the stagehand out into the hallway.

I walk out after her and close the door. I watch the two of them walk down the hallway as she shakes out her hands as if she’s trying to get rid of every ounce of nervous energy. I turn and pace down the hall in the opposite direction, to head back to my seat next to Coen. I don’t want to miss a second of her glowing on stage. The hallway is dimly lit, and I’m surprised I haven’t run into a wall yet. I’m about to reach the end of the hall when I stop abruptly as I’m about to collide with a blonde-bunned dancer.

“Whoa, shit, I’m sorry about that.”

“Oh, it’s okay . . .” she turns around and gasps loudly, “Noah.”

Ah fuck me. Alexis.

“Excuse me,” I say politely and try to squeeze past her. She darts in front of me before I can avoid this encounter.

“What’s the rush, handsome?” She purses her lips in a suggestive manner as her eyes roam down the center of my body and stop right below my belt buckle.

For fuck’s sake.

“I’m going to my seat, Alexis. Now if you’ll excuse me . . .” I try again to shove my way past her, but she doesn’t budge, and I’m not interested in toppling over a female, regardless of our past. Her avaricious hands move to the lapels of my tux, and I raise my eyebrows in dissatisfaction.

“I want you to fuck me.”

“
Excuse
me?”

“I want to feel how deep and hard you can go. God, I cannot begin to tell you how often I dream about your tongue on my body. I don’t think I can take seeing you without touching you anymore; you turn me on more than anyone else has before. How do you want me, Noah?”

I laugh once in amusement and grab her wrists, removing her hands from my tux. “You couldn’t pay me enough to fuck that used-up body of yours. I have a hard enough time stomaching the sound of your voice to begin with. Now get out of my way, Alexis.”

I try using a stern voice on her, but she seems undeterred and practically exhilarated. She’s fucking delusional. She fists her hand on my lapel again while her other hand slides down to the waistband of my slacks. I glance down, and before I figure out what her intentions are, she grabs my cock through my slacks and tries to plaster her withered-up lips on mine.

I grab her shoulders and shove her away as quickly as I can. “Fucking hell, Alexis. Take a damn hint; I didn’t want you for long in college, and I sure as hell don’t want you now, and I never will.”

“You can’t resist me for too much longer, Noah. You loved playing with my rack, and Heather basically has nothing for you to play with. Quit fucking with that bulimic piece of trash and come back to me, where you belong . . . I have no idea what you see in her.”

I don’t even try to hide my scowl because now she’s pushed me too far. “You’re a real piece of work, Alexis. I don’t want you; my cock doesn’t want you. Get out of my way.
Now
.”

“You can’t be serious about her—she’s an atrocious dancer, and I’m sure she makes you do all of the work in bed. You’re too good for her, Noah. I’ll be right here when you need a new pussy to play with . . . one that plays back.”

I’m fed up with hearing her shit; this crazy-ass bitch doesn’t understand a fucking thing I’m saying. I’m still trying to register the first thing that came out of her mouth mere moments ago. I’ve never had a woman be so blunt with me before.

“You have legitimately lost all sense of morality, Alexis. There is no point in insulting you because, unlike most people, it does not appear to deter you in the least, nor would a battle of wits go over well since you seem to have lost yours. Your endless attempts of trying to capture my attention have continuously gone to waste. As I’ve demonstrated, I will not, and refuse to show you the slightest bit of affection or waste a second longer of my time on you. Your constant conniving and endless torment of my girlfriend stops right now, and if you refuse to cease all harassment of her . . . I sure as fuck will be dealing with you firsthand.

“Oh, and don’t get your head wrapped around that and try to exploit it in a pathetic attempt to win me over because I can tell you right now, without a single doubt in my mind, that there will never come a time when you will outwit, outsmart, or outlast my relationship with Heather. The faster you’re able to process and accept what I’ve said, the faster you’ll be able to overcome your psychopathic tendencies. As far as I’m concerned, you are a part of my distant past, a dark part that I will never revisit. Now move before I make it impossible for you to stand.”

As soon as those words leave my mouth, my head is forced to the right. I bring my hand up and rub my cheek, massaging the sting from where she just smacked me. “Nice one,” I respond calmly.

She stands there unmoving, unrelenting, and overly confident as I shove past her sluggish frame. I can tell I’ve struck a chord within her, and I know that will not be the last confrontation I have with her, but it will have to do for now. I stride through the set of double doors and into the emptying lobby, where I am finally free of crazy-feet, as Dillen so aptly named her.

I hear her whine in protest as the doors swing shut behind me, and if I remember correctly, she’s about to throw one of her idiosyncratic tantrums.