Beautiful Storm (27 page)

“I’d forgive you for almost anything.”

That’s all I need to hear. I sweep her up and claim her mouth with mine. Walking blindly with her wrapped around me, I head out of the kitchen. I need to be with her—in her. Stopping at the foot of the stairs, I tear my mouth from hers. “Are you sure?” And I nod upstairs.

“I’m yours.”

The huskiness in her tone unravels my resolve. I slide her down my body and to her feet. If she’s coming up with me, she’s doing it because she truly wants to, not just because I carried her there. I hold out my hand to her, praying she takes it. When her small hand locks around mine, I walk her up the stairs.

When we reach my bedroom, I wrap her in my arms as she slides hers around my neck. She stands on her tiptoes and kisses me gently. It’s one small, tender kiss, but it removes any doubts circling my brain. My hands find the hem of the T-shirt and I fist it, using it as an anchor to pull her hard against me. She gasps at the contact with my hard shaft. My lips quirk into a cheeky smile. “Missed me?”

“You have no idea.” She breathes the words out in a whisper and they send ripples of pleasure through my taut body.

“If I’m too much, let me know. I don’t think I can be gentle.” I fist my hand into her hair. “Not this time.” I have to get the warning out there. I sure as hell don’t want to hurt her, but my balls are as blue as the midnight sky. Once I hit her sweet spot, there will be no going back.

“I told you before, Noah, I don’t need gentle. I just need you. Always only you.”

My mouth claims hers as my hands release the hem and snake down onto her thighs. In one slow movement, I graze my hands up them and up her sides, lifting the T-shirt to expose her. Her bare skin on my fingers sets every nerve in me on fire. She raises her arms to allow me to remove it. I throw the tee to the floor and it hits the pile of wet clothes from earlier. A reminder I’m now a dad. The woman in front of me is his mum. Together we make a family. My family.

I pull my eyes away from the pile and gaze in wonder at Lizzie. She’s the picture of perfection in underwear and chunky socks. I take her face between my hands. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

Her face flushes and I claim her mouth again, walking her back towards my bed. The backs of her legs hit the side and she falls onto it. I stand, mesmerised, and take in every inch of her. Perfect mounds of flesh erupt from her bra. Wayward hair splays out behind her. My gaze hones in on her satin-smooth skin. I can’t hold back any more. I need to be deep inside her.

One-handed, I rip off my own T-shirt and shrug down my underwear and joggers in one swift movement, using my feet to remove them. Lizzie’s eyes widen as she roams down my naked form and come to rest on my very hard, angry, pulsing cock. I palm it a few times and step forward as she sits up. Her hot mouth wraps around me in seconds and tremors run up my spine. My skin breaks out in goose bumps, completely hyperaware of her every touch.

Grasping my hand into her hair, I pull her off me. I’ll last about thirty milliseconds if she continues down that path. “Naked. Now,” I order, my voice raw.

“I’d forgotten how bossy you are.” She smiles innocently at me. She hasn’t forgotten at all.

I can’t play her game, not now. “I need to be buried up to my balls inside you, Lizzie. I need to feel that sweet pussy of yours squeezing the life out of my cock. Get your fucking clothes off. Now.”

Her chest rises and falls rapidly. She’s always loved my dirty mouth, which shocked the shit out of me. Removing the remaining items of clothing, she complies and positions herself in the middle of my bed. She runs her fingers along her glistening, enflamed lips, teasing me within an inch of blowing my load. I can’t wait any longer. I need to feel her skin on mine. Crawling onto the bed, I position myself between her thighs, trapping her hand between us.

“What are you doing, Mr. Hamilton?”

Her mischievous smile could light up my darkest hour. I rock my hips, ensuring to produce just enough pressure against her core. I know I’ve achieved my objective when she releases a low moan I feel all the way to my toes. The amusement on her face is replaced with pure, unadulterated desire. She’s never been more beautiful than she is now.

Leaning my weight on my forearms, I run my nose slowly down her delicate neck, taking in her arousing, sweet scent, placing feather-light kisses along the route back up. Her pulse increases in tempo as I breathe into her ear. “Exactly what you want.”

It’s all the answer she needs. She shudders beneath me, and her pelvis rises up to push against mine.

Taking my weight on one arm, I bring in the other, holding it flush against my side, and then reach between us. With a firm hand, I take hold of hers that’s still working her clit and pull it free. “That’s my job.” Her rainy day eyes remain mesmerised as I bring her fingers to my mouth and lazily wrap my tongue around each one. “Mmm, you taste like heaven,” I murmur softly against her hand.

I let go and she runs her fingers across the back of my head, pulling me closer. I take her mouth desperately, like a man who’s been deprived of air would take his first free breath. I’m rewarded with a sigh and her softening under my touch, as I nip and suck on her bottom lip. My hands roam down her body, touching, stroking, kneading, until I reach down into the valley of her legs. I tease a finger, then two, through her soaked and swollen lips, rubbing gently back and forth. She’s panting. Her hips begin to sway in time with my strokes, and I feel the frustration in her movements, desperately trying to gain the pressure I’m withholding just out of reach. Her nails scrape down my back and dig into my arse, trying to drive me into giving her what she needs.

“What would you like, Lizzie?”

She tries to push forward with her hips to tell me but I need to hear her.

“I want”—I suck on a nipple and release it with the graze of my teeth as she takes a sharp inhale—“you to tell me”—I plunge the two fingers into her depths, rotating them; she sucks them in and her walls clench around them before I withdraw them—“what you want, Lizzie,” I finish. I’m holding my fingers still, slightly dipped in to her pussy, as I ravage her mouth again. She’s panting harder, desperate, and fuck, I need her to tell me.

“I want you. Oh, God. I want you now.”

I sink my fingers slowly back into her before removing them. Her eyes widen, but soon calm, as I grab my cock and rub the thick head along her heat. She relaxes against me and I penetrate her hard, instantly stopping when I’m balls-deep. She throws her head back and lets out the most awe-inspiring sound. I can’t even begin to describe it. The feelings it induces are intense and have me vibrating from head to toe.

I withdraw halfway and she mews beneath me, her eyes swirling into a storm of lust. Unable to control myself, I push back in and hitch her leg around my waist as I begin a relentless rhythm. As I hear the heavenly sounds of her getting close, I withdraw and urge her onto her stomach, pull her hips back and raise her perfect arse into the air. I run my hand up and down her spine, trail my finger through her crack, and pause over the puckered rose of her rear entrance. She gasps as I push my finger against it.

Her head whips around and she locks her gaze to mine over her shoulder, and I grab hold of my cock and rub it over her pussy, soaking in her juices. I push slightly into her with small, quick pulses. With one hand I reach forward and grab a fistful of her hair, tight enough to pull but not to hurt. And I place the thumb of my other hand over the entrance of her arse, fingers splayed over her lower back holding her in place, then I thrust in deep. At this angle I know I’m not going to last long, but neither is she, so I pound into her. Beads of sweat form over both of us as I drive in again and again. Harder and harder.

Her walls squeeze me as she reaches climax, my name leaving her lips as a prayer, and it drags me over the precipice with her. My balls tighten, and each pulse of release comes hard and fast. I growl her name and thrust a few more times before we both collapse onto the bed, panting and fighting for breath. Our bodies slick from the intense exertion as I hover over her.

As I roll off of her back and onto my side, I pull her back into me. Her body wrapped up so close into mine is such a foreign feeling, but it’s so right, so natural. She nuzzles back into the crook of my shoulder and lets out a content sigh and I can’t resist smiling at the sound.

I lean forward and place a tender kiss to her forehead. “For the record, next time, I’m making love to you.”

I feel her smile against my chest. “Noah?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

My throat tightens at her words. They’re genuine and so fucking real. Her words have never sounded truer. “I love you, too, angel.” I don’t think she’ll ever know how much.

A bad feeling creeps up inside of me and tugs on my gut. The nervousness creates a million stampeding elephants in my stomach. My real problem lurks in the background, unspoken, and gnaws at my conscience. Will she want me when she knows the truth? When she knows what I am? I shake my head to try and rid the nagging voice, but it remains.

The reality of being in love with someone who knows nothing about the things I’ve done weighs heavily in my thoughts. It didn’t matter before because I lost her, anyway. But now she’s here and she deserves to know what she’s letting herself in for. It’s only fair. But I don’t want fair. I selfishly want her. And I’ll go to any lengths to keep her, and my son.

Even if it means hiding the real me.

N
OAH’S HEARTBEAT RACES
under my ear. In the past, by now it would have been steady, satisfied, a dull thud lulling me to sleep. His sexual presence is all over my body, like a slow burn over my skin. Sighing, I roll over onto my back. He moves with me, lying on his side with his head propped on one hand. He’s outstanding to look at. Breathtakingly handsome. His dark, chiselled features display an air of contentment, but his racing heart tells me a different story. Something’s wrong with him, and I can’t help but think it’s Kai on his mind.

His fingers dance over my stomach, but they tense slightly. He pushes up off the bed to take a closer look at what I know will be the six-inch, barely-there white scar. His eyes roam where his fingers stroke on my lower abdomen.

“What’s this?” His voice is dangerously low and filled with concern.

The reaction to the small scar makes me smile. He thinks someone’s hurt me. I’m surprised by his reaction, although I know I’ve told him some things which would make him think that way. His hazel eyes turn dark as they flick between my eyes and where his fingers rest.

“That’s my Kai smile.” I’m lucky; a lot of women have issues surrounding their caesarean mark, with misaligned skin and saggy bits. Mine just looks as though someone has drawn a fine line on me with a white marker pen.

A look of confusion crosses his face for a second then his eyes soften as he registers the information. His fingers trail the line over and over again.

“I’ve missed too much.”

The pain in his voice tugs at my heart. I knew keeping Kai from him would hurt him. I just didn’t realise how much. He didn’t seem like he wanted to have children, although we’d never discussed it. I should have known. As an adopted child, he would never turn his back on his own.

His eyes sear into mine. “Tell me about it?”

I brush my fingers across the scruff on his chin. “I’d been in labour for nine hours when they discovered he’d moved. I don’t know if you know, but babies should come out crown first.” I rub my hand on the stubble on his head to show him where I mean. “But Kai was trying to push out forehead first. Babies’ heads don’t compress that way.”

My lips lift into a smile. “He was never coming out with his head at that angle, so he was stuck in the birth canal.” I shrug my shoulders as if what I’m going to say next is no big deal. “I had to have an emergency caesarean.”

With wide eyes, his large hand presses flat against my stomach. The rough pads of his fingers flex against it.

“You should
never
have had to go through that without me.” He gives a shake of his head and his eyes flare. “I’d bet you were beautiful when you held my baby in here.” His gruff voice is full of emotion as he leans over and touches his lips to my skin, sending tremors across my tummy.