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Moaning, I tip my head back and push his head down to my neck, refusing to admit that for the past seven years, there’s been a permanent ache in my chest.

He lets out a growl as he pulls at my shirt. “Get this shit off.”

I reach out and pull his shirt up over his head as he does the same to mine and when they’re laying in a heap on the floor, my hands drop to the button of his jeans. I’m delirious with lust, deranged by my need for him, and nothing else in this moment matters. We can deal with everything else later. He takes a step back and shoves his jeans down his legs as I do the same. I stare at him, taking in everything that is so familiar to me and all the little things that are different as I wonder if he’s doing the same with me.

His cock juts out in front of him and he wraps his hand around the base as he closes the gap between us and wraps his other arm around my waist. My eyes flutter closed as our bodies mold to each other and his lips hover above mine, making me needy.

“You’re my drug, Kady,” he whispers, his voice strained. “My own personal brand of heroine.”

“Noah,” I moan, dragging my nails down the front of his chest and he growls. With one arm still secured around my waist, he drops his other hand between my legs and presses his fingers to my clit before circling them around the sensitive bundle of nerves. My eyes snap open and my mouth forms an “O” as pleasure races through me. Seven years may have passed since the last time I was in his arms but Noah knows me and my body just as well as he always did. Just when my release starts building, he stops. I make a noise of protest that makes him flash me that damn grin of his as he slips two fingers inside me.

“Fuuuuck,” he groans, his eyes practically rolling back in his head. “I knew you missed me, baby, but damn… you’re dripping.”

I ignore his comment, tilting my hips forward as he strokes that spot inside me and my entire body trembles. Throwing my hands up, I press them against the wall above my head and rock my hips in rhythm with his fingers and pressure builds in my belly.

“Oh, God,” I gasp. “Don’t stop.”

“Tell me you love me,” he demands and everything screeches to a halt. Opening my eyes, I meet his gaze and glare. Fuck him for thinking he can force the words out of me when I’m on the brink of an orgasm.

Bastard.

I push his hand away from me and ignore the ache of the loss as I lean in close and level him with a look that conveys all my anger. “No.”

“Have it your way, then,” he shoots back and before I can ask him what the hell that means, he spins me back around and plants my hands against the wall for me. Peeking over my shoulder, my muscles coil in anticipation as he steps up behind me and lines himself up with my entrance before meeting my gaze. “Say it.”

I shake my head. “No.”

“As you wish,” he snarls, his smile sinister as he grabs my hip with one hand and slams into me, stealing the air right from my lungs. I turn back to the wall, my fingers turning white. I press them harder against the drywall as I moan, my body stretching to accommodate him.

Fuck.

He feels so damn good and it’s like no time has passed at all.

“Tell me you love me,” he demands, placing one hand over mine on the wall and leaning over me as he finds a grueling pace that’s designed to wring every drop of pleasure from my body. I shake my head and glance at him over my shoulder as I grit my teeth.

“Go to hell.”

He groans, reaches around me to grab my breast, and squeezes. “Goddamn it. Why the hell does fighting with you turn me on so fucking much?”

Each word is punctuated with a thrust and I close my eyes as my head spins and I release a moan. It’s certainly not healthy but he’s not the only one that gets revved up by our arguments - which is probably why we liked fighting so damn much when we were together.

His grip on my hip tightens and he releases a low groan. He stills, breathing heavily behind me as his cock pulses and his orgasm spills inside me.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

Gritting my teeth, I stand up straight and as soon as he pulls out of me, I push off the wall and turn away from him. My pussy aches with need and I don’t give a single shit if it hurts his feelings. I’m going to go into my bedroom and break out a vibrator because at this point, I don’t have any other choice. My entire body hurts with my abandoned orgasm.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he growls, grabbing my arm and pulling me back to him. I open my mouth to start yelling at him when he bends down and picks me up, throwing me over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?”

“You didn’t really think I was done with you yet, did you?” he asks, smacking my ass hard as he starts off down the hallway to my bedroom. My pussy clenches as I fight back a smile.

Thank God.

Chapter Eleven

Kady