TAKE TWO_ Who says you can't ma - Heather M. Orgeron Page 0,9
my face and turning toward the wall.
I choke on a laugh. “You were trying to piss me off?”
“Duh.”
A soft moan pulls me from sleep. It takes a moment for me to remember where I am and who the warm body pressed into my dick belongs to. I get a whiff of rose-scented shampoo—Nya. And at least for now, she belongs to me.
I look around to see that the barricade of pillows is strewn around the bed and floor.
The distance gone.
She rolls her ass into my hardon, riding me through our thin bedclothes. The erotic sound of her whimper has my pulse racing as I begin to move in time with her.
“Liam,” she moans.
“Nya.” I nibble her ear, and she suddenly bolts up like she’s been tasered.
“What the hell, Liam? Get off!”
“What? What the heck is wrong with you, woman? You were just all over me.”
She rises to her knees, rights her shorts, and appraises the situation. “Wh-where’s the wall?”
“The great wall of pillows?” I motion around the room where they’re scattered. “I had nothing to do with it—just woke up to your ass grinding on my dick.”
She looks absolutely horrified. Shame colors her features. “I must’ve gotten confused and thought you were Ryder.”
“Nice try, but you ain’t foolin’ anyone with that bull. You said my name.”
Her head slowly pivots side to side. “Impossible.”
“Oh, yeah. It sounded just like this. ‘Oh, Liam,’” I moan doing my best to imitate her accent when she says my name.
“I haven’t thought of you that way in years.” Her tone is indignant. She’s utterly horrified, and I must admit I’m thoroughly enjoying it.
“Really? Not even once since…” I trail off, remembering the night of Hannah and Greg’s wedding. Their marriage may have lasted less than a year, but that’s a memory that’ll be with me for the rest of my life. “The limo?”
“Yes,” she stammers. “Th-that time.”
“Liam,” Nya purrs, rounding the corner as I blow out a puff smoke. Her needy tone is one I remember well. To say I’m shocked that she followed me out here would be an understatement, despite the fact that I just left her dazed on the dance floor. Being so close to her after all these years proved to be too much. But she’s always the careful one. Always the one to pull away.
“What are you doing out here, Nya?” I ask, trailing the back of my hand up the length of her arm. She’s covered in goosebumps. “You’re freezing. Go inside. I’ll go back in a minute.”
“Liam,” she says again. “I—I need…”
“You need what?” I drop the cigarette I bummed from the groom, smashing it beneath the heel of my shoe. My eyes scan her from head to foot, and my throat goes dry. She is positively stunning in her black bridesmaid’s dress. A single strap leaves her left shoulder bare. It’s belted at the waist with a pink ribbon then flares out at the hips. Hips I’m fighting not to reach out and grab with both hands.
Moving closer, she presses her chest to mine. “You. It’s been so long.”
“Seven years…” I rest my arms on her shoulders, searching her eyes for any sign of hesitation, but all I find is my own desire reflected back at me. “You sure this is what you want?”
My ex-wife links her hands around my waist, pressing her lips to the side of my neck. “Please. Just once.”
My dick hardens beneath the sheets, my pulse quickening and breaths growing heavy as I replay that night in my head.
“You referring to the time I pulled your panties off with my teeth and you rode me on the back seat with the driver right on the other side of that limo glass?” The redness in her cheeks trails down her neck to her chest, disappearing beneath the low-cut neckline of her top. “You were so hot for me that night.”
“We’re not supposed to talk about it,” she says. “You promised.”
I shrug. “You’re the one who brought it up.”
Her eyes trail to the erection I’m doing nothing to hide.
“That too,” I add with a smirk. “Wanna do something about it?”
With that she snaps out of her trance and scrambles from the bed to the safety of the bathroom, leaving me to take care of myself. It’s not as difficult as usual to imagine her face as I fist my shaft and begin to stroke long and slow. Her scent lingers on the blankets and pillows beside me, further heating my blood. I close my eyes,