Love Renewed (Entwined Hearts #3)

by Maria Macdonald

  As we walk to the maître d's station, I can see the sleek woman standing waiting for us and her eyes eat me up.

  Not a chance.

  “We have a reservation. Name of Matthews,” I tell the cosmetically enhanced woman standing before me.

  “Of course sir, right this way,” she says, smiling and batting her eyelashes. Walking in front of me sashaying as she goes, I want to laugh. I nearly do, but that’s just not my style. Glancing down at Nova, I note that she’s staring at the woman leading us with a frown tainting her beautiful features. Sliding my arm across her shoulders, she jerks looking up at me, her frown gone and instead her eyes are wide, so I squeeze her shoulder with my hand offering a smile. Biting her bottom lip she smirks and I feel my dick twitch.

  “Come on, let’s get you fed,” I say while gently guiding her to our table.

  Once seated, I take her in again. “You’re still just as beautiful as you once were.” Her eyes widen and focus on me. “You don’t remember, Nova, but I do. I remember every fucking second.”

  “Dane,” she whispers but doesn’t continue, instead sitting there with her mouth open and her eyes working their way across my face like I’m a puzzle to be solved.

  “Huh hum.” The waiter makes his presence known, and I take him in as he stares down Nova’s top. Five-foot-eleven, short brown hair and brown eyes. Fit but not bulky. Does some kind of sport, cycling maybe, but there’s no fighter in him, his hands are manicured. I look back to his face, but his eyes haven’t moved from her breasts. Looking back at Nova I see her eyes are still on me, trying to work me out. I give her a lazy grin.

  “It’s a chef’s choice menu, so take a look over it in case there’s something you’re allergic too,” I offer. She blinks a few times then grabs the menu.

  “No, everything sounds great. I mean some of it I’m not sure about, but I’m happy to try.” She smiles.

  I look back at the waiter, who still hasn’t moved his fucking eyes. Sitting patiently, after a minute he must realise that we’re waiting on him. He reluctantly moves to look at me. The moment he does my eyes tell him everything he needs to know, and I’m pretty sure his dick has just shrivelled.

  “It is all satisfactory,” I state.

  “Of course, sir,” he replies swallowing twice. Collecting the menus from us, he walks away without a single glance at Nova. When I look back, she has a twinkle in her eyes. She knows a silent pissing contest has just occurred. But she doesn’t care. Reaching across the table I grab her hand and bring it to my mouth, kissing the pads of each finger then moving back to the first sucking it into my mouth. She gasps but I smile, loving that she hasn’t pulled away. I’m not sure what made me do this, other than it’s my natural way. When I tried to get near her in England, I took the softer approach. Completely unlike me, but I figured she needed that. Maybe I was wrong, maybe she needs the real me and maybe I need to show her. Tonight I’m going to take back what belongs to me.

  A different waiter arrives with the first course and she pulls her fingers away from my mouth. However, I notice that she doesn’t seem embarrassed.

  Good to know.

  I love that we’ve spent time together tonight. After England, I wasn’t sure if he would ever try with me again. I wasn’t even sure if I wanted him to. But now? Now I want to coat my body with his, I want to breathe him in and know I’ll always have that pleasure. Some kind of switch has been flipped in my brain and I want to soak him into my pores.

  When we arrived the maître d was undressing him with her eyes, and the thought of ripping the silicone lips off her botox face was at the forefront of my mind. I was shocked at my reaction and it took a while for me to process. I still don’t know exactly what this is, but I know it’s something.

  The restaurant isn’t one I’ve ever had the pleasure to dine at. The idea that the menu is chosen by the chef threw me in the beginning. The food though has been exquisite, and as it’s taken hours to get through nine courses, we’ve had plenty of time to chat. What we haven’t done though is re-acquaint ourselves with one another. After Dane’s earlier comment about not forgetting a thing, he’s been extremely tight-lipped regarding our previous life. I haven’t asked him anything. Yet. At the moment, I’m just enjoying him. It’s like a date with someone new. Someone who could have any woman in this restaurant, and most of the Hollywood stars if he wanted to, but instead he’s here with me. And what’s more is he acts like he’d rather be here with me than anywhere else in this world.

  “Are you ready to leave?” Dane asks and once again when I look at him I’m trapped inside his brown eyes.

  Nodding my reply, we both get up. He grabs my hand and leads me through the restaurant and outside into the cool crisp air without even glancing at anyone else. We get back into our car from earlier and a fleeting thought enters my brain, wondering where the driver went all night.

  The car moves away from the curb without even asking us where to. I say nothing, not really sure what I should say.

  Where are we going?

  I’m not sure I want to ask that question if I do then I’ll have to face the reality of the situation. Dane slides his arm around my shoulders once again and the comforting feeling I felt earlier comes back. He tugs me gently until I fall on his side. Laying my head on his shoulder, I close my eyes.

  Bliss.

  “Nova, Nova wake up.” Blinking at the voice I often hear in my dreams, I look up at Dane’s mesmerising face and smile.

  “I fell asleep?” I question.

  Dane chuckles and I feel it bounce across my whole body. “You did.”

  “How long for?”

  “Only thirty minutes.”

  “Where are we?”

  At my question, his face loses his grin. “My place.” He doesn’t say anything else, and I know this is him giving me a nonverbal out. I can ask to be taken home and he’ll see that it’s done. Swallowing, I gaze into his eyes.

  “Get me into the warm, Dane,” I rasp out.

  “Yes ma’am,” he says winking.

  He pulls me out of the car and into him, my body plastered to his. And right there on the sidewalk he kisses me, wrapping his arms around my back. He licks along my lips and I automatically open, he immediately takes the opportunity to enter and caress me from the inside out. Groaning into my mouth, his arms tighten around my back and he gently lifts me off the floor so my legs hang in the air. He walks toward the entrance of his building still kissing me, taking me, owning me.

  I drop softly next to the elevator as he pulls away, placing his arms on the wall each side of my head, caging me. I catch my breath and he just stares.

  “I’d almost forgotten how good you taste,” he says, wiping a stray hair off my face.

  “Almost?” I ask looking up at him with hooded eyes.

  He moves his face to mine, our breaths mingling, I could lick my own lips right now and I know I’d touch his too.

  “Yes, almost, but you never truly forget your first love. Your only love. Now though, I’d like to taste the rest of you.”

  His words are my undoing and knowing what’s likely to happen I make the choice to lick my lips. As I do and my tongue grazes him and the doors to the elevator ping. He hauls me inside, pushing me against the wall and pressing the button to his floor. I look up to him and the fire that blazes in his eyes makes my tummy dip. I’ve never felt someone want me so much.

  “If I didn’t know that it takes precisely thirty-five seconds for this elevator to get to my floor, then I’d strip you naked right here, right now.” His voice is full of promise.

  I lean into him, pressing my mouth to his. I feel Dane trying to hold his restraint, waiting until we’re safely in his apartment. I start to run my hands up his shirt, feeling the ridges of his chest, suddenly the elevator stops and he once again pulls me about and positioning me next to what I assume is his apartment door. He fishes for his keys, then once we’re inside he shoves me back against another wall. It’s pitch black as his body lean
s against me making sure I can feel his hardness pressing against my hipbone. I roll my head back against the wall and notice the outline of his face.

  His hand is next to my thigh, the palm laid flat on the wall and his thumb against my waist. Leaning down, his mouth finds mine and again our tongues dance. Slowly his hand moves up the wall still touching my side, it blazes fire along its path. Moving his lips downward, he nuzzles his nose into my neck then slides his tongue from under my chin to the base of my throat. His teeth graze my neck on the way back up and his hand moves around my shoulder sliding to the other side of my body. Hearing a click, I’m surprised when the lights come to life. Low lighting glows around the room, but I don’t have time to take the space in as his hand now clamps around the side of my throat. He pulls back looking at me.

  “Dreamt of this for a long time. Now I’m gonna savour it.”

  His words don’t have time to penetrate before he’s kneeling in front of me, pushing both his hands behind my legs, they glide down my skirt, quickly grabbing each side of the slit at the back. Suddenly, he rips the skirt apart. I nearly fall as my knees give way. Nobody has ever done anything even remotely close to that before. Not that I can remember, anyway. His grip on me tightens, as he looks back up and smirks.

  “Maybe I won’t savour…everything.” He winks and my mouth drops open. “Put your leg over my shoulder, Nova,” he commands and I’m still in a fog. So he moves me himself, placing it over his shoulder while keeping me standing with his other arm. Before my brain has kicked into gear, he pulls my panties aside and slips his tongue into me, right into me, he delves in tasting, eating, and fucking me. Then he pulls back and covers me with his mouth, sucking me, drawing me in and lapping me up. I haven’t felt this for years. Sex with Davy was boring, regimented, and he never went down on me, deeming it to be dirty.

  “Fuck!” I scream out as my body can’t be controlled anymore and I feel the pulsing in my pussy overtake me. Dane continues to circle my clit until the last tremble subsides. Then he stands again and pulls my head to his, pushing his tongue back into my mouth so I can taste myself on him. I slide my hand down his front until I feel his hard dick. I rub up and down a few times which causes a growl to rumble up his throat.

  He picks me up and I automatically wrap my legs around him as he walks us toward what I soon see is his bedroom, my now ripped skirt flapping behind me. Putting one knee to the bed he gently drops me down and then proceeds to prowl over my body.

  “You might want to pull this off baby.” He looks down to the rag hanging off me with a grin.

  “It’s no good now, Dane. I would’ve thought you might have ripped it completely off, you know…save time?” I challenge.

  He smirks. “That won’t be a problem.” Then he kneels back up, grabs the ripped sides of my skirt and pulls it completely apart, slipping it out from beneath me. I stare at him and feel the heat hit me between my legs again. “Keep the stockings and heels on,” he commands then hooks his fingers under each side of my panties and pulls them down. I raise my eyebrow in question.

  He shrugs back at me. “Black lace, baby. You can never have enough of these panties, wouldn’t want to rip them.”

  I smile back at him but say nothing, deciding instead to pull my tank off. When I do he scans my body and now it’s his turn to cock his eyebrow in question.

  “I didn't intend to do this. So I’m sorry, no matching bra,” I reply with a smile as he stares at my boring white bra.

  Shaking his head, Dane moves forward once again and pulls the bra south over my breasts allowing them both to pop out. He leans down and glances up into my eyes before taking a long lick in between my breasts, just above where the bra now sits and all the way back to my throat, there he nibbles a route to my mouth, taking it again. Once he lets go, I whisper, “Please take your clothes off.” Nodding he sits back on his haunches and I quickly remove my bra as he starts unbuttoning his shirt. I watch as he slips it over his broad shoulders and I lick my lips at the sight of his chest once the shirt is gone completely. He’s stunning. Rippling muscles, but not over the top. He has it all, the lumps and bumps in all the right places, but I can take my eyes from his upper arms. As he moves to stand, I watch the muscles contort and feel myself getting even wetter. Dane removes his trousers and either he’s slipped the boxers off at the same time or is going commando. Before I realise it, he’s standing naked in front of me. I would be worried about choking on my tongue if it weren’t for the fact that it’s currently hanging out of my mouth. Smirking once again, he moves to me like he’s on a hunt and I’m his prey. As he stops atop me, I feel a momentary fission of fear. This isn’t like me and it scares me for a second. He obviously reads this in my eyes as he moves back on his haunches again.

  “This can stop anytime, Nova. I don’t care if we’re right in the middle of it. You say the word, I’ll stop,” he whispers sincerely and I know, this is my time to show him it’s good. All good. In the blink of an eye, I’m sitting up and placing my hands on his face pulling his lips to meet mine. I’m falling back on the bed, and Dane guides us down softly. The next thing I feel, is him, sitting at my entrance.

  “Now,” I whisper into his mouth, opening my eyes to watch the last threads of control slip out of his. He pushes into me.

  “Ahhh!” The desire in my voice vibrates around the room. He closes his eyes and swallows a few times. Then slowly opens them again, surveying me, one corner of his mouth twitches and he pulls back out to power back in. Leaning down, Dane bites my nipple and I groan. Placing my hands on his back I pull my nails down his skin. He grunts slamming into me faster. I lean up and bite his earlobe while simultaneously pinching his nipple in my fingers. He smashes into me now, like a man who has lost all control, and I feel the energy and thrill from that thought fizzle across me. I push one hand into his hair and pull it. Hard.

  “God!” he rumbles and amazingly he goes even faster, harder. I didn’t know men could actually fuck like this. Pulling my hands away from him I grab my breasts and tweak my nipples, which makes him moan, he pushes his hand between us and rubs circles with his thumb on my clit. I start moving with his hand and I know he’s getting close, I’m not sure how I know, but I feel it inside of me like he’s holding back. I’m obviously not quick enough for him, though, as he pulls his hand away from my clit and slips it around my back. Then without realising what he’s doing he pushes his finger between my bum cheeks and puts pressure on my anus, making me instantly and unexpectedly explode under him. As I do, so does he.

  Wow. Fuck me.

  As we come down from the high of sex. Our bodies are still entwined, a sheen of sweat covers us both.

  “I don’t remember that. I wish I did,” I tell Dane, melancholy in my voice, knowing I may never remember our history.

  “It was never like that. But it would have been. We were only kids really, I was young and inexperienced. You were my first and I was yours.” As he explains, I feel a grip forming around my heart, but I’m not sure whether it’s because I’m happy that I had that specific experience with him first, or sad because I can’t remember it. And for me, at least with my current memory, Bobby Hadley was my first. Ugh.

  We’re both in our own thoughts for a while, I’m basking in my glow and hoping this is the start of something more.

  “Dane.”

  “Nova.” I smile at my nickname, it makes me feel special.

  “I don’t usually do this…have sex on a first date. Actually I’ve never done this,” I tell him and realise I haven’t ever wanted to do this before, but with Dane, he brings something out in me, something that I feel has laid dormant for a while.

  “I know, baby,” he replies and I lift my head off his chest to look into his eyes.

  “How do you know that?” I whisper.

  “I have my ways.” Saying no more, then melting me with his smile.

  “I’m a good girl,” I say while softly running my fingertips down his chest.

  “No you’re f
ucking not,” he answers with a smirk. And in about three seconds flat he has lifted off the bed, wrapped his arms around me and I’m lying underneath him again.

  Well, I guess once isn’t enough for Mr. Matthews.

  Waking up in a strange bed is not my speciality. I’ve never had a one night stand. Not to my knowledge. At that thought, I lie still and ponder for a moment. I don’t really know what I did or who I was before. Maybe I was like that, maybe Dane knows different.

  What if this was a quick fuck and I got it wrong. Read it wrong? It wouldn’t be the first time.

  “Stop over thinking,” Dane mumbles from next to me and my head jerks at his voice.

  “I thought you were asleep?” I return sounding snippy.

  He chuckles at me. “I sleep with one eye open.” His words confuse me. I realise that he confuses me quite often, it feels like what he says always has an underlying meaning, but I just don’t catch on. “I can see you’re worried about last night. Don’t be,” he continues.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask feeling more confused and getting annoyed, I’m not a morning person at the best of times.

  He wraps his arm around my back pulling me onto his chest. “We’re right where we should be Nova. You in my arms. All is right with the world. Just hold onto that.”

  I huff but snuggle into him anyway, and I know he’s grinning at me.

  “So what are you doing today?” I ask Dane when we’ve finished breakfast.

  His forehead crinkles at my question. “What do you mean, what am I doing? I’m spending my day with you then we’re leaving for Vegas, right?”

  I feel my cheeks heat at his answer. “Erm…well, obviously I need to go home and get my stuff and I need to pack, but I’m not leaving until Friday morning,” I reply getting up and grabbing the breakfast things, walking over to deposit them in the sink.

  “Why?” He shoots back while following me.

  “What do you mean, why?” I return my hands now on my hips.