I narrow my eyes. “Yeah, not when you have my address apparently.”
“I’m not going to look for you, Grace,” he reminds me. A shadow falls across his face, but with a blink it’s gone. “And besides, that movie was full of flaws.”
“What flaws?” I demand, attempting not to be distracted by the hard steel of his cock against my stomach.Oh, and the hand that trails down my spine, following the crack of my ass to my pussy.
Duke’s fingers tease my entrance, but for now he doesn’t explore deeper. “The main characters spend years apart, building new lives and experiencing new things with other people,” he replies. “There was a good chance they’d never meeting again, but that wasn’t the biggest risk.”
“Then what was?” I say on a gasp as his thumb presses against my clit.
Duke makes me wait for the answer as he leans in for a kiss. He sucks on my lower lip before releasing me. “Let’s say they do meet and have their first kiss, but instead of fireworks, it’s just…” He shrugs. “Meh.”
“Meh?” I repeat, affronted by the suggestion. “After all that yearning and all those long nights in bed reliving every second they had together… After all of that… You seriously think there wouldn’t be fireworks? Damn right there wouldn’t be fireworks. There’d be earth-shattering explosions. Trust me.”
I don’t know if my chest is heaving because of the attention Duke is giving my pussy, or my annoyance at the suggestion that Kate Beckinsale and John Cusack wouldn’t get their happily ever after. All I know for sure is that I need to kiss Duke and I need to kiss him now. While I can.
My mouth crashes against his and my hand sweeps around the back of his head, pressing him to me as my tongue plunders his mouth. Duke stops playing with me and lifts my leg higher. His cock needs no help finding its way to my center where it belongs.
“Fuck!” Duke hisses, the pressure he was applying quickly disappearing before he’s even inside me. “Condom.”
We briefly untangle and Duke reachesacross to the bedside table to grab what he needs. I’m confused when he hands me my cell while he rolls on the condom.
“And who exactly am I calling?” I ask.
“No one,” he says, pulling me back to him so we’re side by side again. He lines himself up, seating himself at my entrance, then stops. “You suggested last night that you’d want to record what it sounded like when you came for real. Now’s your chance.”
I scrunch my face. I know exactly what I’d said and to who. “Please don’t say you want me to send it to Cameron.”
“Fuck, no,” Duke says in a tone that brokers no argument. “But you should have a reminder of exactly what you’re capable of, in case you’re ever tempted to fake it again for any man.” His expression clouds, ice glinting briefly in his eyes. “On second thoughts, you should avoid men completely so you don’t take that risk.”
“You don’t want me to have sex ever again?”
With a single thrust that has me choking on a gasp, Duke impales me with his cock. “I’d just rather not think about it while I’m inside you,” he argues, determined not to give me anything but the dwindling time we have left together.
Fine, if that’s the case, I will have my memento. Duke holds himself still while I open my phone to find the voice recorder app. I ignore several new messages from Brooke. I’d told her what happened and where I am, and she’s desperate to see how this plays out. She’ll be as disappointed as I am that it ends here. Before I switch to the recorder, I register the time. We only have an hour left.
Duke must see every emotion play out on my face. He pulls the phone from my grasp and drops it behind me. “You don’t need to press record yet,” he says. “Let’s make this one last, Angel.”
Hooking my knee in the crook of his arm, Duke leans back to create some space as his hips start to undulate. I follow his gaze to where our bodies are joined. I watch his sheathed cock slide into me, again and again. I feel every impact against my clit. I feel the stretch as he fills me on each thrust. I commit it all to memory.
Duke rests my leg on his hip so he can reach up to my face and wipe away the ghost of a tear that betrays me. Our eyes lock and what passes between us has my heart swelling. We feel things we don’t dare put into words and I’m shocked when he does speak.
“It was a car accident.”
“The scars?”
He nods. “Two months ago. I was the driver. My best friend died.”
I want to reach out and cup his face, trace those scars again, do something. But I do nothing and I say nothing. I let him speak.
Duke’s movements slow and although we don’t stop, our bodies are working on autopilot. “I was in an induced coma for a few days until the swelling in my brain went down,” he continues, bringing our bodies closer again so he can rest his forehead against mine. “When I came around, I couldn’t remember what happened. I still can’t.” He clears his throat. “There was an investigation of sorts, but no one could find a mechanical failure. I’m a competent driver, not exactly a speed-freak, but there were marks on the road that showed I’d swerved just before I lost control. We were out in the wilds and it’s possible I’d tried to avoid something on the road, but it could just as easily have been pure recklessness on my part.”
“Were there no other witnesses?”
“Yeah, but it was late at night and she was asleep. Theonly thing she knows for sure is that she woke up in our upturned Jeep to find the man she was planning to marry bleeding out right next to her.”
“Was she injured?”
“She’ll carry her own scars. The deepest will be the ones people can’t see,” he whispers because I know he’s talking about himself too. “We haven’t spoken since the crash. She thought I should have been charged with something.”
