Fidelity (Infidelity #5)(44)

Leaving the tray on the bedside stand, Nox lowered himself to the edge of the bed and seized my hand, stopping my escape before I could free myself from the blankets. “She’s fine. I haven’t seen her but I spoke with my dad.” Nox looked down at his bare chest. “I’m not exactly dressed to introduce myself to my girlfriend’s mother.”

His words registered: she’s fine. She’s fine.

Warmth filled my cheeks as I again studied his lack of clothing. “My mom’s old but I’m pretty sure you’d make quite the impression.”

“How about on her daughter?”

“On me?”

“Yes, princess…” He scooted nearer until our noses touched. “…have I made an impression?”

With a slight tip of my chin our lips came together. The sheet that had thwarted my escape dropped to my waist as his muscular chest pushed toward me. My moan filled the room as his touch roamed my side, grazing my breast and skirting lower. With Nox as my puppeteer by way of invisible strings, inch-by-inch my legs willing opened, exposing my ready core.

“Oh, Nox.”

The food he’d delivered was forgotten as my neck strained and back arched to his touch. With a kiss to my lips, his fingers plunged and thumb made magical sparks as he strummed my swollen clit. I reached for his jeans, wanting to free what I needed.

“What do you want?”

My breathing quickened as my smile grew. “You’re such a dick.”

“But you love me.”

“I do.”

“Say it.”

“I love you.”

His head moved back and forth. “No, tell me what you want.”

“I want your cock.” My declaration was much softer than it had been in a gas station months ago.

“Enough that you’re willing to wait on lunch?”

I looked at the tray and then back at the eyes above me, devouring me. His erection strained against his jeans and pushed against my leg. My hunger for food wasn’t gone, but unquestionably, my desire for him was greater. “Yes.”

“Oh, princess, I want you too.” His hand trailed the inside of my thighs. “I want to give you my cock.” He teased my clit. “And I want to make you my lunch.”

“Nox.”

He sighed. “But my dad said your mom will be downstairs soon. I’m still working on that first impression. Sorry we’re late, I was busy fucking your daughter probably isn’t the way to go.”

I giggled. He was right. “Okay, but… maybe we could work on that lunch part. I mean, I don’t want you to starve.”

Nox laughed. “And Deloris is on her way, and…”

I waited, not sure what the and meant.

“And?”

“Deloris thinks we’ll need to head back to Savannah soon, possibly tonight.”

My pulse quickened as the idea of a quick afternoon delight faded away. “No. We just got here. I finally slept. I don’t want to go back.”

Nox brought the tray of food over to the bed. “Eat.”

I shook my head. “No. I just lost my appetite.”

He lowered the tray to my lap. “I don’t think you ate the entire time you were gone. I swear you’ve lost weight.”

“After all Lana’s cooking, that’s probably a good thing.”

“No, it’s not. Eat. Besides, if you think Lana’s a good cook, you need to eat Silvia’s food.”

I wanted to argue, but the feast before me wouldn’t allow it.

“While you eat,” Nox said, “let me explain what my dad and I were told earlier by a member of the Demetri legal staff.”

I shook my head. “I’ve thought about it already. I think I know.”

“Okay, tell me what you think—after you’ve eaten.”

I lifted a piece of the sandwich and took a bite. As I began to chew, my stomach did the loud growling thing again. Shaking my head, I took a drink of the iced tea. “Fine. I’m still hungry.”

“They were talking about you and Chelsea making a statement,” he said.

I swallowed. “They think it was a mistake to refuse the police last night?”

“Yes and no.”

“I don’t want to go back, but they’re right. It would look better if Chelsea and I were willing to make statements. And I’m nervous that the policeman called me Mrs. Spencer.”

Nox exhaled. “At the police station they showed me a marriage license dated Friday. Your stepfather offered me a deal if I agreed not to contest your marriage and obeyed a restraining order to stay away from you.”

Blowing on a spoonful of soup, I shook my head. “Alton won’t stop. He won’t.” And then my mind filled with the last twelve hours and I met Nox’s gaze. “I’d say if you accepted his offer, you’re definitely in violation of that restraining order.”

“I told him to stick it up his ass.”

“You what?”

“Not directly, though we did speak.”

“Mmm,” I hummed as the spicy broth warmed my mouth, bringing my taste buds to life. “That is amazing.”

“I told you,” he said with a grin.

“I promise, Bryce and I weren’t married. Remember when I told you that Bryce threatened to…” I didn’t want to say the words again.