Free Mirror Amour (Circotica Series) by Jade Hart

You’ll hate me. That’s why I said it was one night. That way you won’t leave me when you find out what I did. You won’t be betrayed.”
                My eyes narrowed. What did he do? What possibly could he have done to make me hate him? We lived together for eight months, and he never stepped out of line. Always courteous, friendly—if not a little cool. So what could he have done?
                He ducked to gather his towel but I reached it before him, tugging it out of his reach. If I was naked he would stay naked, too. “What are you so afraid of?” Inching forward, I locked eyes with him. His eyes were more hazel, swirling with temper, heat, and a trace of fear. “Tell me. It can’t be as bad as you think. I need you again, Noah. I won’t be satisfied now I’ve had a small taste.”
                He groaned as I reached out and grabbed his erection, stroking his length. I wobbled as a burst of sensation floated through me. Just touching him made me radiate like a house fire. Hot, smoky, deadly.
                “Linden—stop…” His voice dropped to a plea as I stroked harder, guiding him to the couch behind. I steered him through his cock and a flare of female power filled me as he dropped onto the sofa a moment later. I stood over him, mouth ajar, staring at every part of him.
                “I don’t want to stop. Do you want me to stop?” My voice was husky and laced with sex-haze.
                He couldn’t speak, looking up at me, eyes wide, pupils even wider as I stood proud and naked between his open legs.
                Another crash of thunder boomed, sending the house rippling with Mother Nature’s call.
                Taking his non-answer as approval to continue, I raised one leg and kneeled on the couch, followed by the other leg imprisoning him between my thighs.
                I didn’t touch him apart from the hot brand of our thighs. Noah gulped, hands opening and clenching on the settee. If he was determined not to touch me, he was doing a good job.
                Fine. If he wouldn’t play along, I’d just take him. Hopefully the connection would open him up to me and we could talk without the annoying cryptic crap. For a man who knew every inch of the periodic table and could recite scientific names of every microbe, he was being denser than mucus.  
                I reached for him again, caressing his hardness, running hands over his hot smooth balls. He groaned, and his head fell back on the couch. “Linden—”
                I leaned forward, murmuring in his ear. “Were you wanking over me in the shower? Tell me the truth.”
                A pained noise vibrated in his chest. “Yes. God, yes. You have no idea how much I want you.”
                Lust spiked along with a spark of contentment flowing like lava at his admission. “Tell me how much you want me.” I brushed my core against the long length of him, smearing him with my wetness.
                “I can’t. You’ll leave.” He moaned, eyes tight as he watched me stroke up and down along his cock. My thighs burned as I increased my rhythm.  
                My brain was foggy with anything but wanting him inside me. He could tell me he burned the lab and decimated my study, and I wouldn’t have cared in that moment. “I won’t leave.”
                His chest expanded and frantic eyes met mine as I rocked faster. I didn’t know how much longer I could keep up the pace—the teasing, flaming, lusting pace.
                “You promise? If I tell you, you won’t leave?”
                My eyes drooped as I slid higher, teasing myself with the tip of him. So close to pushing him inside. But I held off. I’d torture both of us while he told me.
                “I promise.”
                “Remember