“You know what your sister is like,” Grayson says, shaking his head. “She’s curious about Amara, and she’s going to want to play matchmaker.”
I groan, worried my sister will ruin the delicate peace between Amara and I. “Surely this must be the one good thing to come out of you being engaged to my sister? Tell her to knock it off.”
Grayson laughs, his disbelief apparent. “You think I can tell Ari anything?”
Right. This is my sister we’re talking about. “Fucking hell,” I mutter as we walk back into the penthouse.
I’m worried about what this trip might do to Amara and me — what being around Gray and Aria might do to us. They’re so happy together, and even I find myself wanting just a small piece of that.
I’m worried about what Aria might have said to Amara while I was away. I know she has the best intentions, but Aria is a dreamer, a hopeless romantic. She’ll see things that aren’t there, and if left to her own devices, she’ll do the one thing I can’t have happening: she’ll give us hope — she’ll make us think we can be together, that things might work out for us. It’d be all too easy to deceive ourselves over here, far away from Harold’s influence.
I’m nervous as we walk into the living room, worried about the wreckage Aria might have caused, but I find the two of them sitting on the sofa, smiling. Amara looks up when I walk in, and my heart skips a fucking beat. She’s so damn beautiful. Fuck. She smiles at me, and I just stare at her, mesmerized. “Hey,” I murmur, ignoring the way my sister is grinning at me.
Aria rises from her seat and stretches. “It’s late,” she says, a hint of a smile on her face. “You two were gone forever. Amara and I had dinner together, so I’m off to bed. I prepped the guest room for you already.”
I hesitate, but before I can tell my sister that I’ll sleep on the sofa, she’s gone. Gray throws a look my way that screams I told you so, and I sigh as he follows her, leaving Amara and me alone. She seems nervous as I walk up to her and jumps off the sofa, her cheeks reddening rapidly. I love seeing her so flustered. Knowing that it’s me she’s responding to that way, I don’t know… it’s pretty special.
“Hi,” I whisper, walking up to her hesitantly. We said we’d have a week together and there’s nothing I’d want more, but I’m scared of ruining the bond we’ve got now. I’m scared being together might ruin things for us forever.
“Hi,” she says, closing the distance between us. I hesitate before deciding to wrap my arms around her. I can’t resist her. I never could.
Amara grins, and relief washes over me. Things have been weird between us lately, both of us tiptoeing around each other, pretending like there’s nothing between us.
She places her palms flat on my chest, her eyes on me. The way she looks at me, fucking hell. “How was your day?” I murmur. “I’m surprised you survived the day with my sister.”
She chuckles, the sound making my heart skip yet another beat. “Noah! Do you even know who your sister is? How could you not have told me that she’s Nyx? The Nyx.”
I tense, surprised. “She told you that?”
Amara nods, her excitement palpable. “I’ve been such a huge fan of hers for years. I didn’t think I’d ever find out who she is. Now that I’ve met her, I’m even more impressed. She’s so… normal, and sweet.”
I smile at her, a tinge of pride coursing through me. “Yeah, she’s amazing. She guards her online identity with an iron fist, though. I’m surprised she admitted that to you.”
Amara nods, her expression dreamy. “Wow, Nyx and Grayson Callahan. You have no idea how cool it is that those two are getting married. They’re so perfect together.”
I chuckle and lean in to kiss her cheek, startling her. “Should I be jealous? Seems like you’re a much bigger fan of my sister’s than you are of me.”
Amara slides her hands up my chest, until she’s got them wrapped around me, a smile on her face. “Oh, no. you’re still my favorite, Dr. Grant. You always will be.”
I smile at her, feeling oddly happy here, far away from everything that’s keeping us apart. “Amara,” I whisper, her name a plea on my lips. Her eyes widen as I tighten my grip on her. “I know we said we’d have one week together… but I don’t want to ruin things, and we’ve been doing okay at being friends—”
“Kiss me,” she says, her eyes filled with the same longing I’m feeling. “Just kiss me, Noah. One week. We’ll go back to being friends the second we return, but while we’re here, I want to call you mine.”
I grin as I lean in, my lips hovering over hers. “I’m yours,” I whisper, my lips brushing over hers. A soft moan escapes her lips right before I close the distance between us, kissing her the way I’ve been wanting to for weeks.
Amara tightens her grip on me and deepens the kiss, her hands roaming over my body. By the time she pulls away, we’re both breathless.
“I missed you,” she murmurs, her hands dropping to mine. I interlace our fingers and pull her along to the guest room, my eyes never leaving hers.
“Oh yeah?” I ask, leading her into the room. “How much did you miss me? Sounds like you were too busy obsessing over my sister.”
The door closes behind us, and Amara turns me around, pushing me against it. “You’re so cute when you’re jealous,” she says, rising to her tiptoes. “I like it. I love watching you lose your mind over me.”
She leans in and kisses me, her hands roaming over my body impatiently. She pulls my shirt out of my trousers and slips her hands underneath, the tips of her fingers trailing over my abs.
I bury my hand into her hair and tighten my grip, turning us around so she’s got her back against the door.
“You’re mine, Amara. This entire week, you’re mine,” I whisper against her lips, right before I lift her into my arms. Her legs wrap around me, and I push up against her, eliciting a moan from her.
“Yes, Dr. Grant. I’m yours.”
She drives me insane when she calls me Dr. Grant, and she knows it. I smirk and pull on her hair, tilting her head so her neck is exposed. I kiss her until I hit a sensitive spot that makes her moan my name.
“Good girl,” I whisper. “Say my name.”
“Noah,” she moans. “I need you. Please.” She undoes the buttons of my shirt, pushing it down my shoulders impatiently, and I smile against her skin, pressing a featherlight kiss to her neck. The way she touches me without abandon… I love that about her. There’s no holding back with Amara.
I kiss her right below her ear, enjoying the way she rolls her hips against mine every time I hit a sensitive spot.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you against a door ever since that first time I had you pressed against your bedroom door.”
“Then fuck me, Noah.”
I smirk and push her dress up over her hips. “If I wasn’t worried about the noise, I’d take you right here, right now. I won’t share any part of you, baby. This moment… it’s ours.”
Amara tightens her legs around my waist as I pull her dress up and over her head. “No underwear, what a surprise.”
She smiles and buries her hands in my hair, pulling my lips to hers. “I brought you something,” she murmurs against my lips.
I grin and lower her to the floor, taking in the provocative look in her eyes as she slips out of my arms and walks over to her bag.
Amara pulls out a toy, and I chuckle. I should’ve known. “You came prepared, huh?”
She smiles and walks back to me, her eyes reflecting the same desire I feel. She’s fucking beautiful standing in front of me in nothing but that red lace bra.
“It’s for you. I didn’t make this myself. I bought it because I was curious about how it might work and what it’d feel like.”
I stare at the contraption in her hands, my brows raised and my cock fucking throbbing. “Whatever it is you’ve got in mind, I’m down. But first…” I pull her toward me and reach behind her, undoing her bra impatiently. “I’ve been dreaming about what you’d look like naked,” I murmur, pulling her bra away. “But nothing could ever fucking prepare me for this.” My eyes roam over her body, and I shake my head in disbelief. “How are you more beautiful than you were in my fantasies?”
She laughs and drops to her knees in front of me, unbuttoning my trousers. “You’re not the only one that’s been fantasizing,” she says, pulling down my trousers, undressing me fully. “The vineyard wasn’t enough, Noah. I want more.”
I swallow hard as I look down at her, reminded of the way I held her hair that day, the way her pretty little mouth took all of me.
“It’s a cock ring,” Amara says as she grabs my cock. “You put it on, and it vibrates. It’s supposed to keep you hard for ages. See this part here?” she asks, pointing out a little part that sticks out. “This is for me.”
She puts it on me, and I groan when she turns it on. “Baby, the mere thought of fucking you has got me close. This thing? Yeah… that’s going to make me last even less long.”
She laughs and leans in, her tongue teasing the tip of my cock. “No fucking way,” I tell her, pulling her up. “I’m taking your pussy.”
I lift her into my arms and carry her to the bed, placing her down carefully. “You’re already wet for me, aren’t you, baby?”
She bites down on her lip and nods. I love that look on her face. So fucking needy.
I spread her legs and kneel between them, kissing her thigh and enjoying the way she quivers. “Noah, please,” she begs. “I need you inside me.”
I smile as I settle between her legs, the tip of my cock resting against her wetness. “You want this, baby?”
I push just the tip in, and the way Amara gasps has my cock jerking. “Noah,” she moans, my name a plea on her lips.
I hold myself up on top of her, my eyes on hers. “I’ve been dreaming about taking your pussy,” I whisper, pushing another inch into her. “In my dreams I’ve got your screaming my name, coming on my cock the way you did on my fingers.”
I push in another inch, enjoying the way she squirms underneath me, the way she tries to move her hips up because she wants more.
“Let me make those dreams come true. Fuck me, Noah,” she pleads, and I smile as I thrust all the way into her, the toy she put on me pressing against her.
The way she moans and moves underneath me drives me insane. “You are, baby,” I whisper. “You’re my every dream come true.”
I bury my hands into her hair and hold myself up on my forearms, my lips lowering to hers. I pull back a little, rotating my hips as I push back into her, fucking her slow and hard, our bodies close, my lips never leaving hers.
I pull away a little to look at her, wanting to see her expression as I fuck her, keeping the rhythm steady to make sure that toy of hers stays pushed up against her.
Amara wraps her hands into my hair, her eyes on mine. “I can’t,” she whispers. “I think I’m already going to come. I’ve wanted this for so long, and the vibrations…”
I smirk and pull back almost all the way before thrusting back into her, teasing her the way she teased me for months. “You want more, baby? You wanna come for me?”
She nods, her expression pleading. “Please, Noah.”
“No,” I tell her, pulling almost all the way back. “You won’t come until I tell you to.”
She squirms underneath me, trying to tilt her hips up to get me closer, and I smile. “So eager. So desperate for my cock. You’ve tortured me for months, my love. Making me watch you come on my fingers when you know damn well I wanted you on my cock.”
I push into her and rotate my hips against her, making the ring around my cock hit her at different angles, getting her close only to pull back just in time.
“Noah, please,” she begs.
“This pussy is mine, and you’ll do as I say. You’ll come when I tell you to, understood?”
“Yes, Noah,” she whispers, a moan escaping her lips as I tilt my hips.
“Good girl,” I murmur. “You’re so desperate, aren’t you? Do you know how many times I’ve been this desperate for you? Every fucking time you handed me a new toy, Amara.” She swallows hard, her eyes on mine. “Every one of those times I imagined this. You underneath me, begging to come all over my cock.”
I love the way she pants, the way her eyes never leave mine. I keep the ring around me pressed up against her, tilting ever so slightly whenever she gets too close. The way she looks at me… fuck. Words I know I can’t ever say to her threaten to spill from my lips, so I kiss her. I lose myself in her, fucking her harder, rougher.
“Come,” I whisper against her lips, pulling away to look at her. Amara’s muscles squeeze my cock the way I knew they would, and she takes me right along with her, my name on her lips. Wave after wave rocks her body, and I come deep inside her, harder than ever before.
