Chapter 33. Lennix #2
“Dammit, Nix,” he mutters between kisses.
His hand wanders down my neck and across my shoulder and cups my breast, twisting the nipple through flimsy barriers of cotton and lace.
He shoves up my skirt, pulling my legs wider, and pushes my panties aside, his fingers invading me.
My body remembers this mad craving that claws out of my bones—that wants out.
That wants him . Under his rough touch, my body blooms, and my hips rock.
“That’s it,” he says, taking my earlobe between his lips.
My head falls back, and I moan. It’s so damn good. His touch awakens me. His hands, his kisses bring me to life. It feels like I’m taking my first deep breath since we were last together, and it fills my lungs, seeps into my pores. He’s all over me and inside me.
“I missed you,” he says, sucking my lips and kissing the corners, quick, hungry. “I’m sorry. Baby, I—”
“Stop talking.” I reach between us to loosen his belt, catching his zipper and dragging it down, dragging him out. “Shut the fuck up.”
He’s thick and rigid in my hand. The promise of stretching around him makes my body weep.
I don’t wait for him to move or ask but scoot forward to interlock our bodies.
A harsh exhale clashes between our mouths, both of us losing our breath at this most carnal of reunions.
For a moment, it’s the perfection of us together, our bodies conduits to our souls.
And then he moves, reducing the world to this mating dance.
It’s ancient, the beat of my blood and my heart.
The way he takes me, it’s new, fresh. Like it’s the first time, the last time, he grips my thighs to hold me in place while he claims me, at first a deep, slow thrust and then increasing.
Faster. Pounding. Louder . Our pleasure reaches the top of our lungs, heedless of who hears beyond the conference room door.
I couldn’t hold back these sounds if I tried—involuntary grunts and hisses and moans, too much for my body to keep private as I come hard and he soon follows.
I press my forehead to his, ghost my lips over his to taste his urgent breaths.
“Don’t tell me never again,” he pants. “I don’t like that word.”
His commanding words jar me. I jerk back and push him away. God, what have I done? What have I allowed? Yielded? Anyone could have walked in, caught us. I risked so much for what? A quick fuck with a man who lied to me?
I scramble off the table, standing and righting my clothes. Shame burns my face as the evidence of my weakness trickles out of me, dampening my panties. I’m weak. So weak. I can’t resist him, but I can’t have him. I won’t.
“I need you to go.” I turn away, struggling to regain my composure. “That was a mistake.”
“That was what happens when we’re together,” he counters, behind me and closer than he was a few seconds ago. “That’s why I came here, even knowing you’d be furious. Remember when you asked me that night in the alley if it’s always like this?”
I turn to face him, watching him closely. “You said sometimes.”
“I lied. It’s never like this. I thought I could walk away, but I don’t want to, Lennix.
That was always my rule, but I’d never had you .
I can’t stay away from you. Don’t ask me to.
Yes, I have to go to the Amazon and you’re going on the campaign trail, but we can try long distance.
We can get past this misunderstanding and—”
“Misunderstanding?” I offer a disbelieving laugh. “You and your family, your father represent everything I want to spend my life fighting.”
“I told you I’m not the company.”
“ Not the company . You’re a liar and a thief, just like Warren Cade. He took things that weren’t his, just like you did.”
“Everything of yours I have,” he says, anger burning in his glare, “you gave freely, and you know it.”
“To Maxim Kingsman—not to you.”
“It’s all the same. It’s all me,” he shouts. “Maxim Kingsman Cade. That’s who I am. I can’t change that, Nix.”
“You should have told me the truth and let me decide for myself if I wanted to be involved with you because that means being involved with your family, connected to your father. That’s too complicated for me. And you lied.”
“Let me tell you the truth now.”
“It’s too late.”
“Too late?” He points to the conference room table.
“That just happened. We are still happening. I can’t be in the same room with you for ten seconds without wanting that to happen, so don’t tell me it’s too late.
You still want this, want me. And I want you so fucking much. When I was in Antarctica—”
“Don’t.” I close my eyes and cover my ears. If I think about the way my heart broke when I thought he might die, I’ll lose my anger, my indignation, and I’ll hold him all night. I might try to hold him forever. “Don’t talk about that.”
“You don’t want to hear that when I wondered if we’d be rescued in time, all I could think about was you?
” he asks softly. “That after only a week with you, it wasn’t my family or the memories from twenty-eight years on this Earth that kept me sane, but it was a matter of days with you?
Reliving your kisses and our conversations.
The hope that I could make it back to you and convince you we shouldn’t walk away.
That I was wrong. A stupid bastard to think I could. ”
“I’m glad you made it out alive,” I say, such a pale reflection of the knee-weakening relief that came when I heard he’d been rescued. “But don’t you get it?” I ask, blinking back tears. “You did the one thing I am so tired of everyone doing. You lied to get what you want.”
“If you would just let me explain—”
“How will you explain? You’ll use that bright mind and that silver tongue to convince me?
To persuade me? You’re all so good at tricking us, aren’t you?
If you care about me at all, don’t convince me.
Don’t trick me out of my convictions. When you tell the truth now, it only reminds me that whatever we were before, it was a lie. ”
“You expect what? That I’ll just walk away?”
“Wasn’t that the original plan?”
“Before this, Nix. Before us . If you hadn’t left Amsterdam early, I would have told you the truth. I would have told you I can’t walk away.”
My insides are melting again. The longer I’m around him, the longer I stand in this heat we generate when we’re together, the harder it is to hold on to my anger.
My fingers slip and slide around my indignation when he’s inside me, when he tells me all the things I wanted to hear from the first night we made love.
I’m weakening when something bright on the floor by one of the boxes catches my attention. It’s one of the neon fliers we posted searching for Tammara.
Tammara. Another girl lost. Gone.
Mama. Lost. Gone.
Our land, our traditions, our language—they’re lost and gone. Stolen. A cycle of thievery and scorn and cruelty that began with an invasion, one act after another that evolved into the systems that never give us a chance.
Liar. Trickster. Thief.
That’s who I was falling for. That’s who I gave myself to. The son of our oppressor. The heir to our spoils.
Liar. Trickster. Thief.
I let the mantra reverberate through me, reach all the places Maxim claimed for himself, and I take them back.
He shoves his hands through his hair, away from his face, exposing the neat row of stitches at his hairline. I steel my will against the parts of me weakening, thinking of him in danger.
“Get out.” Even I hear the new resolve in my voice, the starched determination of my words. “I never want to see you again.”
“Nix.” He strides over, his hands already reaching for me, but I evade him and open the conference room door.
“Go,” I say. “This was the plan from the beginning. We said we’d walk away, and I’m sticking to it. Go to the Amazon, the Antarctic. You go off and change your world.” I point to the campaign logo on my T-shirt. “And I’ll change mine.”
“There’s only one world, Nix,” he says.
A harsh laugh burns my lips, acidic and cynical. “God, you are a fool if you believe that. Every statistic, every news story, every broken promise and dead girl tells me we don’t live in the same world and we have different battles to fight. You go fight yours and leave me to fight mine.”
Something changes in him, on his face. Anger and resolve harden his features. He walks up to me but doesn’t touch.
“Since you found out that I’m a Cade,” he says. “I don’t have to hide anymore. There’s something you should know about us.”
“And what’s that?” I ask, feeling hunted by the wolf gleam in his eyes. I want to deny what a thrill it sends through me.
“We get whatever the fuck we want,” he says, dropping his eyes down the length of my body. “And I want you, Lennix Moon. I want the girl who chases stars.”
“Well, you can’t have her. You can’t have me.”
“I can’t force you. I wouldn’t want you like that anyway. You want time. I can respect that. I can’t make you give me another chance.”
He pulls in a tired breath and shoves his hands through his hair. “I have to leave now for this expedition, but we’re not done.”
“I say we are.” My voice is shockingly steady, considering how I’m trembling inside.
“We’re not. Do what you need to do. Change your world,” he says softly, his eyes connected to mine so intensely there’s no hope of looking away. “I have to go make my world, but when the time is right, I’ll be back for you.”