Page 16 of Truce: Declan
She's tight and warm, but it feels amazing. Her fingers graze my back, and her nails scratch at my bottom, tugging me closer, tighter. "Harder," she whispers into my ear.
Every breath and gasp encourages me, making me want to satisfy her again. I know she's close, her insides clench onto me, but I'm not ready for this to be over nearly so soon.
Aggressively, she rolls me onto my back, riding me, her hands on my chest as she tosses her head back.
Fuck, she looks hot. Her hair is tossed, her cheeks rosy. Her eyes are half-glazed, struggling to stare at me, but she doesn't look away.
My fingers caress her breasts, playing with her nipples. Her lips part, forming a perfect little 'o' that makes my cock twitch, and she clenches down, which is all it takes for me to brace the edge.
"Come with me," she says, and her hands are on my chest and then my arms, attempting to pin me down as she rides me.
"I'm right there," I say, tinkering on the edge and waiting to fall.
Seconds stretch on as she trembles and tightens, her walls like a vise around my cock. She moans my name, and the sound is like honey dripping from her lips.
"Noah," she chants, and that's all it takes to come crashing down, like waves on the beach, pounding us into shore.
She collapses against me, my heart pounding mercilessly against my chest, and I swear I can feel hers. Charlotte gasps for breath, attempting to roll off me when I guide her onto her back and climb off to dispose of the condom.
I swear the room spins, and I hold the edge of the bed for a moment before regaining my strength.
* * *
She falls asleep, the room perfectly quiet and peaceful.
I can't stay the night. I climb out of bed, retrieve my clothes, and sneak away. I wouldn't know how to handle tomorrow morning if I did stay. It might be awkward, and besides, I have to be up early for practice.
Going home makes sense.
Why do I feel like such a dick about leaving?
I grab my wallet and keys, and the slight shuffling sound around her bedroom stirs Charlotte. "You don't have to go," she murmurs.
I sigh heavily and lean down, pressing a firm kiss to her lips. "Maybe I'll see you at a game this week?"
A lazy smile spreads across her face. "Wearing the enemy's jersey? Then, yes, I'll be there." A yawn escapes her lips.
I growl, capturing her lips with another searing kiss to remind her of what we just did. "You'll wear my jersey,Red, and scream my name from the stands just like you screamed my name tonight."
A blush spreads across her cheeks as her eyes lazily close. She's drifting back toward slumber.
"Sweet dreams," I whisper before heading out of her apartment.
The rain has stopped, and while it's chilly and cloudy outside, it's nicer than it had been hours ago when we got drenched. I order a rideshare service, waiting outside, the streets dark and empty, for it to arrive.
It doesn't take long, and I'm across town in record time, heading into my building.
"Mr. Reece," the doorman greets me. "You have a visitor in the lobby."
At this hour? I can't fathom who would have shown up and didn't call, trying to get a hold of me. I head inside the building and glance toward the lobby seats. Her cold blue eyes stare back at me.
Jasmine.
She's bundled up in a winter parka with little arms wrapped around her frame. Since when did she have a kid?
Not that I've kept tabs on Jasmine. She's married and my past.
Jasmine stands, cradling the sleeping toddler against her chest. As she steps closer, I see the darkening skin and fresh bruises forming on her pale cheek.
