Page 97 of Serenity
“I don’t give a fuck about Mya. The woman I want is sitting across from me.”
“That may be true, but why does it feel like you’ve given her the upper hand in your healing?”
His shoulders rose and fell.
“I sold the house. Too many fermented memories of what happened that day. This setup at Gray’s was supposed to be a temporary living situation, but I enjoy living here. I have fewer liabilities than I would with a house. I didn’t expect to cross paths with her again.”
“Would you ever consider moving?”
“I was considering buying this fucking penthouse until I discovered Mya is a resident on the floor below. I am moving, Bee. I’m not certain where, but I don’t want to be this close to her. Don’t need her in my business. Don’t want to be alerted of hers.”
While his reason made sense, it still seemed tied to her. Still, she was affecting his life despite moving on with hers. I thought about the man I witnessed Mya clinging to prior to heading up the elevator. Tucking the thought somewhere distant, my attention returned to a restful Duke.
“Can I see the divorce decree?”
“Tomorrow.”
My moment of silence caused him to open his eyes and turn toward me. “Is that okay? I don’t feel like riffling through documents in the closet right now.”
“Yeah. It’s fine.”
“Maybe you could teach me some of that somatic release stuff. Help me get this debris away from me… From us.”
“I don’t mind.”
I did it for your sorry-ass ex-wife. Why not you?
“I’d do anything for you, Duke.”
That shit was frightening. I’d never experienced this level of dedication to a man. My thoughts scrambled to locate a way to be rid of Mya. Some of them were unthinkable.
Duke’s gaze could liquefy snow. Again, those warm brown orbs traveled the expanse of my body. Sitting up straight, he said, “It’s been a hellish week without you.”
“Likewise, baby. I missed you,” I confessed.
Sitting up on the couch, he raked through his goatee. “You ain’t acting like it. I ain’t get no kiss, no hug, no booty rub…”
“Because we were talking.”
“Are we done now? Can I bend you over and slide in it? Can I grip your waist while you ride on it?” Bedroom eyes crept up my thighs. Duke was burning for me just as much as I was for him.
Wordlessly, I rose, clearing the space keeping us separate in no time. Straddling him on the sofa, we kissed like unfed souls at a buffet.
Hypnotizing, Duke’s tongue was. Warm and sweet, dipped in the unique flavor of him, I greedily sucked against his invasion. Paired with the scent of toasted vanilla and bergamot, the soft, feathery sensation of his beard against my skin, and the light pressure of his lips, he felt—he smelled—he tasted like heaven.
Dipping his head, he palmed my breasts, nipping each through the fabric of my dress.
“I like this. These boots. That hat. This tiny ass dress,” he growled, lifting the fabric covering my ass to reveal bare skin.
“No panties? You knew you were getting this dick tonight, huh?”
Biting my bottom lip, I stifled a smile. “Mmh hmm.”
Reaching between us, I grabbed his dick and steered it toward my center. Duke’s hands went toward my neck, which he caressed. With a firmer grip, he whispered, “Slide him in.”
Lifting slightly, I guided his length inside. A deep, unbidden sigh was freed as he filled me. Seven days was far too long to be without his touch, his voice, his taste. Tori and Sadie were right. Never again would the mistake be made. Slowly, I began to rock against him. Clutching his shoulders, I gradually eased into a steady bounce.
“I missed you. I missed this dick.”