Torrid

by Kaya Woodward

  “That's not my intention,” I say.

  “Whatever your intention is, darling ex-husband, that's what you will do anyway because that is who you are,” she replies, flatly.

  She's only truthful.

  I allow her to help me up.

  My stomach sinks as we stand together in my penthouse.

  “I will not hurt her,” I promise us both.

  “No, Noah,” Olivia takes me by the shoulder.

  The glass of whiskey sloshes in her other hand. For the first time in years, I can see the fire in her eyes again.

  “You don't intend on hurting her, but I know you so well. You will. End it,” Olivia says, taking a deep breath.

  I can see she masking her pain, but not one part of her will divulge this.

  She is too proud of a woman to tell me anything about how wounded she is at the moment.

  I suspect I may hear something from Corban.

  “I love her,” I say, bluntly.

  “Of course you do,” Olivia replies sarcastically.

  “Otherwise why would you carry on?” she clucks.

  Shaking her head, she swallows the whiskey, wincing as she sets the glass on the coffee table.

  “Noah,” she clicks her tongue, “Shame on you my dear,”

  I don’t hear the bedroom door open, but I do see Olivia’s eyes widen, and when I turn there is Tinsley.

  She’s standing there in barely anything.

  Her red lace bra, and matching thong are quite visible at this point, though she’s used one of my shirts, loose around her arms, to give us both an eyeful.

  “Noah, are you coming?” she asks.

  Her innocent voice is spicy in a way that I like, and I can’t help but grin at Tinsley, as she poses against the doorway, stretching for a moment.

  Her taut body, and long limbs belong in a lingerie catalogue.

  “Be right there, love,” I smirk.

  “I’m waiting,” she reminds me, moving to pour herself a drink as she pulls the shirt up her arms.

  She bends over the bar and gives Olivia and I a view of her perfect ass as she pours herself a drink.

  Her perky, perfect, ass.

  Olivia will not say a word to anyone out of pride. It’s probably been twenty years since her ass looked that good.

  Olivia turns to leave, her shoulders shaking slightly, before pausing thoughtfully.

  “I’ll see myself out,” Olivia huffs.

  We both hear the door slam and Tinsley’s glorious laugh fills the penthouse.

  “Oh my god, did you see the look on her face?” she says.

  I smirk as I cross the room to get to her.

  “You were marvellous darling. I couldn’t have gotten her out of there any faster, if I’d planned it myself,” I congratulate her.

  “I don't think she'll say anything,” Tinsley tells me with absolute certainty.

  “She'd have to admit that you were having an affair with a much younger woman,” she says.

  “A much younger, sexier, goddess,” I correct her, backing her towards the bedroom.

  “A goddess?” She raises an eyebrow at me. “Compared to that old cow?”

  “What old cow?” I lick my lips as we enter the bedroom, and push Tinsley down on the bed.

  Tinsley glances up at me from under her thick eyelashes seductively.

  “And you? What do you think? Will she tell anyone?” she asks me.

  For a second, I briefly consider Olivia’s potential to cause me harm.

  Then, I peel away the bra, exposing one pert nipple.

  I give it a playful lick, then kiss it.

  Tinsley gasps in pleasure.

  “Not a care in the world,” I admit.

  “At this point, who bloody cares what anyone else thinks if we love each other?” she says.

  “We do love each other,” Tinsley slides a hand inside my shirt, sucking on my lower lip.

  Olivia doesn't phase her; she knows what she wants.

  “We do,” I remove my shirt from her body.

  “Though it looked better on you, I admit,” I tell her.

  Those words put a spell on us, and her warm hand on my chest makes my cock engorge.

  We fall back on the bed together, kissing, and I appreciate her every curve even more.

  She was not afraid to walk out there in her underwear, and scare my ex-wife off

  I lower my body over hers; I can only marvel at how fabulously in shape she is; her muscles sculpted and bronzed.

  “Beautiful,” I murmur into her hair before shrugging off my jacket.

  Her little red thong is so minimal there's no point in keeping it on, but I take my time sliding it down her luscious thighs, planting kisses all the way down her skin as she moans lightly.

  I plan to make every single part of her body ache for me tonight, and long after.

  Tinsley pulls me forward by my tie, biting my lower lip roughly before loosening it, and removing it over my head; she undoes my shirt halfway before I push her back down on the bed cruelly.

  I love the sound of her laughter as she looks up at me, her eyes sparkling.

  I could stare into her eyes for hours.

  With a growl, I move down below her waist and spread her legs, to where I want to be, finding she's already slick with anticipation.

  One slow lick to her clit makes her whine and gasp as her hands grip the sheets.

  “Noah!” her voice sounds even better with my name on her lips, and I slide a finger between her folds, watching her back arch as I work my tongue against her needy slit.

  Tinsley is a priceless work of art in my hands, to be manipulated delicately at my will.

  She whines and gasps precisely as I want her to.

  Her hands sink into my hair as I sink my finger deeper into her, my tongue pressing harder against her sensitive spot and she cries out in pleasure, ever close to the precipice of orgasm.

  I know exactly what I'm doing as her toes curl.

  I want to leave her breathless and exhausted, that is my only goal tonight, as I lap against her clit at a faster pace, making her cry out for me louder, another finger slipping between her folds, curling inside her.

  This time when she screams my name her thighs tremble, her hips bucking as I watch her tip over the edge, the wave of pleasure rushing through her body as she shakes, her eyes rolling back inside her head.

  Still, I continue sliding a finger against the hot wetness of her clit, until she presses her legs together, unable to handle anymore.

  “Oh my god…” she groans.

  Breathless and sweaty, she relaxes against the bed.

  Now, she is ready for me.

  Her eyes are watching as I remove the rest of my clothes.

  Then, I pull her up to the edge of the bed, standing before her.

  Tight and wet, she can barely breathe when I sink my thickness in between her legs.

  I take my time, teasing her with my full length before filling her completely, watching her eyes widen as she whines.

  She presses her hands against my chest as she cries out my name.

  “You're so amazing,” I whisper in her ear, watching her expression.

  My cock fills her again, her eyes closing, mouth open ever so slightly as she moans.

  Tinsley's cheeks are flushed, her body writhing, as I pull her legs together, allowing me to penetrate her deeper.

  “Oh my god, Noah!” She grips the sheets again, “Don't stop, please!”

  I listen to her command, pumping her body repeatedly, reveling in her every expression.

  Then our eyes connect, and I need to be close to her.

  I spread her legs once more, desiring to have my skin on hers as I press her into the sheets.

  Her nails sink into my back immediately.

  My one genuine desire is to make sure she knows I am hers.

  That we belong together.

  Without hesitation, I take her face in my hands, find her lips, murmuring she is mine into the ki
ss.

  “All mine,” I whisper.

  “Make me yours,” she moans.

  The sound of her voice is alluring, filling my bedroom.

  My cock twitches, and I want nothing more than to cum inside her now.

  I put one hand on her hip, thrusting harder into her.

  Twisted together like this, I can only imagine what we will accomplish together.

  Just us.

  “I will make you mine,” I tell her roughly, and I feel her clench around my cock.

  Gasping for breath as I find my release, cumming inside her as a blinding orgasm rolls through my body, we hold onto each other.

  Sweaty and breathless I do not know how I've lost control again.

  But no part of me regrets anything, as I gaze on her body.

  Tinsley breathes heavily and twists in my sheets, laughing as she looks at me.

  “I love you,” my whisper is low, meaningful.

  “I love you,” Tinsley's whisper is so low, no one else in the world could encroach on this.

  These words make me feel a wave of emotion I haven't felt in years.

  There's happiness, but also a pang of sadness because part of me knows we can't keep going on like this.

  12

  Tinsley

  November 6, 2009

  Noah is finally back from his trip, eager to see him I rush to his apartment the second I get his phone call.

  Having been on three awful dates with the watered-down version of him I call the imposter Noah in my mind, I've noticed that most of our household staff is back in the apartment, my mother is cheerier, my parents have stopped fighting, and most of all: my elated father.

  This means I am probably doomed.

  However anxious I may be, Noah's gentle tone calms my fried nerves as soon as he opens the door, draping his arms around my waist and pulling me in towards him. Enclosing my arms around his neck, I forget all about the complications between us. Including my parents, Connor, and the previous distance.

  None of that matters. The time apart has made us both restless to catch up.

  "How were your dates?" he laughs after lots of kissing.

  My dates are all over the gossip rags, and my mother crows about them to all her friends, including Olivia Winthrop.

  That should silence the old cow.

  Fresh out of her divorce from Noah they've are friendly, but Olivia has been different since the divorce, with a lucid mind almost. I found out she's dating someone and almost want to ask Noah if this bothers him.

  However, deep down I know it doesn't bother him.

  This has to do more with us being together than anything else.

  "Awful."

  "You two seemed cozy." He locks the deadbolt with a wink. "Athena thinks you two make a lovely couple."

  "It's bullshit." My voice is flat, dead. I have no interest in Connor Bradford, and Noah knows this, chuckling at my response.

  "How is he in bed?"

  "Oh," I adopt the eloquence of a fine British maiden. "He knows I'm saving myself for marriage."

  "Or are you saving yourself for a real man?"

  "Possibly the latter, if I can be convinced there are any real men here. Do you see one?" I ask cheekily.

  "Blast. I don't. Guess I'll have to do." Noah throws me over his shoulder, carrying me off the bedroom as his penthouse fills with the sounds of our laughter.

  "It's been too long," he tells me as he throws me gently down on the bed, tossing his jacket on the floor, "Since I've heard, that laugh."

  "What laugh?" I fish for more compliments, devouring all of them.

  "Yours, love," he whispers in a low voice, the voice he only uses when he's about to ravage me, and I'm aware that our time apart means I'm in for something delicious. "I missed you so much." He buries his face in the crook of my neck, embracing me and pressing me against the sheets.

  All I can smell is his aftershave and freshly laundered bedding. This will always be my most poignant memory of Noah. The best scent in the world as it fills my nostrils and my body is feverish with the desire to have him against me as I work on the buttons of another crisp white shirt.

  Noah is always in a suit; I love working him out of every single piece of clothing slowly, like unwrapping a present. Christmas will never be the same, because nothing compares to getting this man naked, then having him.

  "I have a surprise," I whisper, slowly moving the shirt down his broad, muscular shoulders, running my nails along his arms, watching him shiver slightly.

  "And that is?"

  "I'm sleeping over at a friend's tonight."

  "Delicious." His lips demand my full attention, hands creeping my back, fingers pressing into my skin as he unhooks my bra. "Does that mean we get a full night together?"

  I nod, biting my lip as he pulls my tank top over my heat, hair falling over my shoulders in every direction.

  "We'd better make this count, every second of it."

  Outside the lights of the city are bright, people are having dinner, and the world moves around us. But tonight we won't stop for food as we strip down, removing each piece of clothing with equal passion and something else.

  I can see the same look in his eyes from that first night.

  "I love you." Noah's whisper is heavy with emotion.

  "I love you, and you are the only woman I've ever told that, without being coerced into it."

  I rest my forehead against his. "I love you so much."

  Everything is just so uncomplicated when we are alone, as he pulls me into his lap, allowing me to sink down onto his hard member, and the familiar full feeling takes hold of me, my entire body set alight knowing that this man is mine.

  As Noah's hips shift, gripping my hips firmly, I whimper for more, my hips sinking down, and I take his whole shaft inside me. "Noah…"

  He grunts. "Tinsley…" taking a deep breath, "Love, I need a moment…" I can tell this hasn't quite happened to him before, where he's overcome with emotion, or something else.

  Just being with him like this. When I look into his eyes, I can see it.

  The world would be ours.

  "My love," he brushes my hair away from my face before pulling my hips harder against him, and I find his lips, becoming undone so quickly isn't a feeling I'm used to.

  Even with Noah.

  On the precipice of another overwhelming orgasm, I move against him, and he lets me take control, intensely searching his blue eyes.

  I see everything I want with him in that gaze.

  Suddenly, I'm overpowered with an orgasm, that rushes so intensely through my whole body I can't control the shaking. It makes me clench my walls around his shaft, embedded deep inside me.

  Noah groans my name as I cling to him, screaming in pleasure.

  My eyes are rolling back inside my head; I cling to him as the earth moves around us. Noah is throbbing inside me, emptying every drop of him as he grips me tightly to him.

  We are left holding each other, sweaty, breathless, and shocked.

  "It's like igniting a fire isn't it?" Noah comments, tracing lines on my back, both of his us exhausted, not even close to leaving his bed as the evening bleeds into the night. All sense of time has left us both, and a night of making love to each other has me believing there is no other truth.

  We will be together.

  Everything is this way for a reason.

  "I should've told you this before," he warns me. "I have to do more traveling."

  "That's all right." I tell him, "I'll wait for you."

  He kisses my shoulder, laying back against the mountain of pillows, seeking something in my adoring gaze. "You'll wait for me?"

  "As long as I have to," I admit.

  "I don't want you to wait."

  "But a part of you does," I explain in a dreamlike trance.

  "I do." He sighs, "I do. I don't want you to wait, but I can't tell you not to wait… because my whole heart belongs to you."

  "As does mine."

  Ultim
ately, and entirely I am committed to the man I know I've always wanted.

  I've been told my whole life I'm too young to understand what love is. Here it is, right in front of us. It's easy to appreciate everything about this man, but none of his insecurities or hang-ups will chase me away.

  "I might be gone a long time."

  "But you will come back." my reminder is gentle.

  His promise brings a new light to our relationship, "I'll always come back to you, I promise."

  I can sense there is something he means to tell me but now isn't the time, not to ruin this moment.

  Waking up in Noah's arms brings a new depth to our relationship. Though we both are showered and dressed and having coffee before Magda arrives, as she is religious, and wouldn't approve of our night of wild, passionate lovemaking.

  Not even Magda knows. And I am sure Noah tells her everything.

  He wouldn't dare tell anyone about what we have. Our secret is too precious to share, should someone want to destroy it. My father would do anything to put a stop to it.

  Even more upsetting is that Noah is leaving again though we haven't discussed details.

  He might be gone even longer. Nothing could stop me from waiting for him.

  "Have you heard any news from Elizabeth?" I ask quietly.

  "Not a word, fortunately. She covered up her tracks well enough; I do not understand where to look either." He seems exasperated. "Every time I see that woman, she taunts me and runs."

  "Do you think it was me?" guilt courses through my body.

  "It had nothing to do with you." He dismisses me as though she would've done whatever she wanted, anyway.

  We both recognize she is a monster.

  "I know that woman. We don't work together. Both of us understand that, and yet she tries to…" he stops talking abruptly. "You need not hear this Tinsley, this old news. This is a part of my life; I want to leave in the past."

  "I understand that."

  "But, for the record, I still don't understand how she even got pregnant. I even did a DNA test on Evan, to make sure he was my child and when it was true, I knew she was manipulating me somehow."

  Just as I had suspected in the past.

  Noah wouldn't be that reckless.

  Well.

  With anyone else.

  The truth is we've been reckless, and a part of me is slightly concerned. Not concerned enough to worry. I count back the days of my cycle in my head, and there's no way he could he even get me pregnant.