“It was one of the hardest times in my life, Tor. I never want that to happen again.” “Promise me, we’ll always be friends,” I plead.
“Always.” He holds me a little tighter, as if he were scared I was going to run. “I want you though. I think a part of me always will,” he says honestly.
I want to tell him how I feel, but I’m too scared. It’s better this way. There’s no danger of us getting attached or hurt. We are better as friends, but selfishly, I want him. Just one last time.
Like he can hear my thoughts, he says, “Spend the night with me, Tor,” adding, “one last time.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
Tori
My heart won.
The door of Noah’s hotel room slams shut, and he pins me to the wall. My purse drops to the floor, and I help him take his jacket off, never breaking our contact. He dominates the kiss, devouring me like a man starved, like I am all he needs. This kiss feels different than the others. There’s a deeper connection than before, a quiet intensity that gives me butterflies in my stomach and has me breathless. It feels new and familiar all at the same time, and if this is the last time I’ll ever get to be in his arms, I’m not going to waste a second.
I tear his shirt off, exposing his perfectly sculpted torso, and rake my nails down his skin just hard enough to leave an imprint.
“Making your mark on me, darlin’?” he teases. I give him a salacious smile and press my lips back to his, moaning into his mouth when I feel his hands on my thighs.
“How the fuck do you get this thing off?”
“The back,” I pant against his mouth as I try to work his belt.
He growls in frustration when he feels the threads of the corset at my back.
“Rip it,” I say on a breathless moan.
“What?” he rasps against my mouth.
“Rip it, please,” I beg, my tone desperate.
He takes a small step back, bunching the material of the dress where the split hits my thigh, and in one effortless tug, he tears my dress open to my waist. I gasp in pleasure, relief rushing through me at being able to move more freely, and the feel of his touch.
He groans in appreciation. “Bare again, baby?”
He wraps my leg around his waist, allowing the perfect angle for his erect cock, straining against the fabric of his pants, to rub against my swollen clit.
“Fuck, yes,” I whimper as I move my hips, grinding on his erection.
“I brought condoms this time,” he says.
I kiss him hard. “You don’t need one.”
“Tor, it’s okay.”
“Noah, there’s been no one since you. I trust you.”
Realization flickers through his eyes.
“No one?” I shake my head. “No one,” I repeat.
“There’s been no one since you, Tor.”
I process his words.
“There’s been no one?” I ask, not believing what I’m hearing.
“No, I’ve never been able to get over you, Tor, and I don’t think I ever will, but I know this is it now, so let’s make this our last goodbye.”
