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I nodded. “You should answer it.”
“I should,” he countered, but made no move to leave.
“I’ll be here waiting for you when you get back. But don’t be gone too long. This pussy can’t stay wet forever.”
Licking his lips, he whispered, “I know how to make her cream for me.”
Yes, he did.He kissed me one more time before moving back. He shocked me when he bent down and kissed my clit, too.
“I’ll be right back,” he whispered against my tiny nub before climbing off the bed and heading toward the door.
After opening the door, he stared back at me, that cock standing at attention, tenting his pants. I had to look like a porn star, the way I was spread out on the bed, legs wide open.
“If this call isn’t important, I’m going to kill someone,” he muttered as his gaze roamed over me.
“Go find out so you can come back and kill this pussy.”
What made me say that? I had no idea. It just popped out of my mouth. And my savage seemed to like it. He started back in my direction.
“Go,” I told him, wanting him to fuck me but also not wanting to be the reason he missed an important call.
He stopped, halfway to me as the phone continued ringing. He looked torn between answering the call and fucking me senseless.
“Go, Aiden. I’ll be here when you get back.”
“Fuck!” he yelled, then turned and left the room, pulling the door shut behind him.
I smiled as I stared at the closed door. The way he’d looked at me before leaving was now imprinted on my memory. Savage Aiden was in the building. And I couldn’t wait until he returned to show me just how savage he could be.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
AIDEN
I WAS READY TO TAKEa life. I was ready to murder someone brutally. And I wanted the police to find the body so the world could know just how horribly they’d died. Why the hell did they have to call right now?
Why couldn’t they wait a couple more hours? Or call during business fucking hours. They could’ve at least waited until the damn sun came up. I licked my lips as I headed to my office.Damn, I still tasted her.
My Noe.
My wife.
Well, not yet. But soon.
As I stormed down the hall, jaw clenched, my mind raced with all the things I needed to do. We needed to get married as soon as possible. I needed her legally bound to me. Not just legally.
I wanted her emotionally bound to me. Intimately bound to me. Spiritually bound to me. Bound to me in every way possible. I wanted her so wrapped up in me that the very thought of being apart filled her with dread.
Because that’s what I felt when we weren’t together, that’s what I felt during our time apart. Not a day went by that I didn’t feel lost and alone. A sense of dread had been my constantcompanion, so much so that even now, I could feel it lurking, ready to appear again.
I couldn’t go back to those days when I’d experienced that constant ache that didn’t fade. There had been a hollow, gnawing void inside of me that no amount of drinking, fighting, or killing could ever fix.
Even when family and friends had surrounded me, I’d still felt incomplete when she wasn’t with me. Nothing soothed the ache caused by being away from her. I refused to go through that again.
That was why we had to get married as soon as possible. Though I’d call it renewing our vows, this would be our first wedding. My plan hadn’t been to move this fast. I’d wanted to take my time with her.
I’d wanted to let her gradually fall back in love with me. Butfuck, I swear she stared at me like she already loved me. The way she’d gazed at me just now made me feel like the love had never gone away.
When she cupped my face while I was lying between her thighs, everything else vanished. There were no lies. No distrust. No stormy past. Just her. Her gentle touch. Her loving gaze.
