He tastes of mint. Of strength. Of safety. But most of all, of a promise made three years ago, and only now kept.
My nipples ache, so tight and hard, when he cups my breast, I cry out.
“Lisette…the things I want to do to you… Fuck.”
I reach between us and stroke my hand over the hard bulge in his jeans.
“Take me upstairs, Nomar. And show me.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Nomar
Each step is pure torture.Whoever invented skinny jeans should be shot.
I barely had the presence of mind to grab my phone and duffel bag before she was pulling me up the stairs. As much as I want to tear Ford a new one for not telling me about Griff, the man thought of everything else.
Shaving kit. Deodorant. Condoms.
What the fuck am I thinking? We shouldn’t do this.Ishouldn’t do this. She’s been through hell. Being with me—even for tonight—could drag her right back under. It doesn’t matter that I’ve spent the last two years trying to atone for a fraction of my mistakes. My darkness could still destroy her.
She hasn’t let go of my hand. Is she worried I’ll bolt? Probably. Can’t say I blame her.
There’s no coming back from this. If I taste her, I’ll never be able to evenlookat another woman for the rest of my life.
“I need a minute,” I grit out when we reach her bedroom. Kneeling threatens to crush my balls, but I reach into the duffel bag, palm a single condom, and slide it under the pillow before setting my Beretta on the nightstand.
Lisette’s hands smooth over my back. “What do you want to do to me, Nomar? Tell me.Showme.”
I spin around, hauling her into my arms so fast, she’s only a blur of dark hair and soft skin. My lips find hers. Downstairs, our kisses were slow and sweet. Almost chaste. Not now. She’s my oxygen.
“Off with this,” I manage and tug her tank top over her head. Her breasts are heavy in my hands, nipples dark pink and begging to be touched.
I pinch one between my thumb and forefinger, rolling it around until her breath hitches and she arches her back with a whimper.
The scent of her arousal fills my nose. “God, sweetheart. You smell like heaven. Do you taste as good?”
I sink down onto the bed, my hands molding to her waist. Nestling her between my thighs, I suck a nipple into my mouth. My teeth score the tight bud. She cries out, and her legs start to tremble.
She’s so fucking perfect. Curvy in a way she wasn’t three years ago, soft, yet so strong.
Stroking my fingers over her hips, her ass, I find the hem of her shorts and then her panties. Her heat brands me.
“Can I?” I ask, my lips trailing lower. She nods, but I stop. “I need you to say it, sweetheart. Nothing happens here you don’t want.”
“I want this, Nomar.” Her voice cracks, and she leans into me. “I wantyou.”
An inch at a time, I lower the silky shorts and her bright blue panties until they fall to the floor.
Lisette rests her hands on my shoulders, ducks her head, and kisses me. Three years ago, she was afraid. Uncertain. Timid. Not anymore. I take her with me, maneuvering us until we’re on our sides, legs tangling together.
“When did you get these?” she asks, pressing her lips to one of the silver barbs piercing my nipples.
God. No one’s ever touched me like she does, and I’m not even naked yet. “Maybe ten years ago. I was in Germany. One of the guys I worked with dared me.”
“Mon Dieu!And you kept them all this time?” Despite her words, I think she likes seeing them. Likes it even more when she laves her tongue over the piercing and I shudder.
“Those were an afterthought. The dare…you haven’t seen yet.”
