Beautiful Storm (30 page)

She laughs and shakes her head but replies, “Yes, if you want to.”

My lips touch her forehead, and she sighs as she cuddles deeper into me. For me, it can’t get any better. I have everything I need right here. I’ll even let her watch whatever shit film she wants because she’s happy and in my arms.

She pushes up and onto her elbow so she can see my face, scanning me like I’ve watched her do many times. She takes in each feature like it’s the last time she’ll see it. A small smile always plays on her lips when she does it, and I wonder what she’s thinking.

Her body stiffens slightly as she runs a finger down the scar under my right eye. “How’d you get this?”

An assortment of old scars covers my body. She knows them as well as the map to my soul. My head drops and I pull my face away from her hand. What the fuck do I tell her? The truth? Would she believe me? Could she cope with the reality? Fuck no.

“It doesn’t matter.” It’s the only thing I can think to say. Anything else would condemn me.

She pins me with her storm-ridden eyes, and it’s obvious she’s not going to let it go. I know I’m in trouble, and everything I’ve just gained will collapse around my fucking feet.

M
Y CHEST RISES
as I draw in a tense breath. “So, what’s it going to be? Pepperoni, with extra pepperoni, or BBQ meatball melt?” I urge a huge-megawatt smile onto my face in the hope of distracting her with food. My girl always likes to eat.

“Noah?” The finger she ran down my scar moves and rubs across my lips. If she keeps this shit up she’s not going to get pizza. Just me. Every single hard inch.

“Just leave it, please.” I’m begging, but at the minute, I don’t give a fuck. I’m not ready, and I don’t want to lose her, or Kai. “Look, I’ll tell you but just give me some time.”

Like forever.

Her gaze softens and I know I’ve won the battle. For now.

“You promise you’ll tell me?” Grey eyes plead with me for honesty.

My fingers grasp around her wrist and my teeth sink into the soft pads of her fingers before I swirl my tongue around them. “I will.” My mouth goes dry and I struggle to swallow at the words.

I didn’t promise.

Lizzie’s pupils dilate and her gaze whips up into a storm. My free arm wraps around her waist, and I roll us over so my body is cradled in hers. I rock my hips into her sweet spot with slow but deliberate thrusts. Fingers dig into my shoulders and a low moan escapes her lips. Unable to pull my eyes away, I’m caught in her gravity.

I need her.

“Do you remember the promise I made you?” My voice is deep, husky.

Her eyes flutter closed when my pelvis presses harder into hers, showing without a doubt what she does to me. Nodding, her eyes open slightly to watch me, lids at half-mast.

I press my forehead against hers. “Well, I’m making fucking good on it.”

She inhales deeply. The intake of breath is audible, and she shudders beneath me. Our mouths find each other and I’m lost to everything but her. I run my hand along her side, grazing a taut nipple with my thumb on the way down. With a firm grip on her hip, I roll onto my back so she’s straddling me. All the while, I’m probing her mouth, unable to sever the connection.

She pulls away, a wicked smile on her lips. “What about the pizza?”

My abs tighten as I use them to push her up, and I move with her. Straddled across my lap with her chest against mine, I claim her neck with my mouth, sucking against the soft skin. “Pizza can fucking wait.” I know what I’m hungry for and it isn’t fucking food.

She mewls as my hands work her hips against me. Slowly, I inch my hands up onto her T-shirt and yank it up, revealing all her glory to me. I push her arms up and raise the top over her head and glide my hands the full length of her arms. As I fling the shirt across the room, caramel hair falls around her shoulders.

She’s fucking stunning.

I take her head between my hands and study her perfection. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

She gives me a soft smile as her chest rises and falls in quick succession. The rapid pulse in her throat is clearly visible.

“The same as you do to me.” She holds my gaze, as her hands tangle in the bottom of my T-shirt.

She mimics the removal of her top, on me. The heat of her gentle fingers drives me to the limit. No touch on earth compares to hers. My patience fades fast, my cock pleads with me to take her. Too many clothes are in my way. I need to get them off.

Grasping her waist, I roll her off me then jump off the bed. Her gaze widens as I kick off my trainers and shrug down my sweats. My cock stands proud, saluting her presence, and my eyes wander down her sexy curves as she sits up to remove her jeans. Dressed only in a plain black bra and knickers, she lies back onto the pillows, looking like my version of heaven.

“Remove the rest.” I indicate to the offending items.

“You like watching,” she points out.

It’s a statement, not a question. “Fuck yes. Get them off.” I almost growl.

Her hands move at an achingly slow pace as she reaches behind her back. When she unclasps the bra, the fabric falls away to reveal the amazing mounds of flesh underneath. Her nipples are hard nubs, begging to be in my mouth. My cock jerks as she runs a finger across the waistband of her knickers. I watch every movement she makes. Her delicate hands glide inside and she shifts her hips and moves them down her full thighs.

Unable to restrain myself, I reach a hand down and clasp it around my cock, rocking my wrist to relieve some tension. With a flick of her foot, the knickers disappear onto the floor.

“Open your legs. I want to see you.” My words are raspy, deep. I’m struggling to hold back, desperate to touch her. My grip on my shaft tightens.

She shifts and all her bare beauty comes into view.
Fuck
. Pink swollen lips glisten with her arousal, and I can’t hold back any longer. The need to feel her skin on mine is unbearable.

“I need to be inside you, Lizzie. I want to feel your hot pussy milking my cock. But this isn’t about me”—I stalk towards the bed—“It’s about you.”

My head dips on its own to where my cock needs to be. The thought of her taste on my lips has been driving me mad for days, but I take my time. Kissing and licking the soft skin on her inner thighs, my hands work their way under her arse. She writhes against me, trying to find some pressure. Giving in to her demands, I push her up, bringing her into perfect contact with my tongue.

A gasp leaves her mouth as I lick up her slit in one long, slow movement. My head anchors in place by long legs wrapped around my neck and shoulders. There’s no place in the world I’d rather be than trapped between these thighs. My tongue twirls circles around her clit, over and over, before running down her pussy in long strokes. Repeating the motion, time and time again. I dip my tongue inside, deeper, and her hips fight against my hands for freedom to move against my face. Her breaths come quicker as I work harder, and faster.

I release her from my grasp and run my thumb over the sensitive nub. “Oh, Noah. Please.”

“What are you begging for, angel?” I smile against her swollen lips, enjoying the taste of her arousal.

“You.” She can barely get the words out.

“Hmmm, you’ll have to wait. I’m enjoying you riding my face.” In reality, I’m barely hanging on.

I sink a finger into her heat and she cries out. She’s close. I can feel her tightening around me. Withdrawing my finger, I add another, crossing them before sinking deep again. I twist and pump them as she pushes against me, my greedy girl meeting me thrust for thrust. The need to taste her again is the final straw. I lower my head and make contact with her sweet skin. As my tongue grazes lazily over her clit, she moans my name and convulses around my fingers.

Her legs relax over my shoulders and I lift my head to find her gorgeous eyes gazing back at me. A satisfied smile dances on her lips.

I crawl up her still trembling body, enjoying the way the contact with her skin sends fireworks through my blood. When I’m fully positioned, I claim her mouth with mine, taking everything she has to give me and more.

She’s mine.

As her fingers roam my back, I sink into her as slow as my desperation will allow. I relish her tightness, how she gives way to accept me. All of me.

She doesn’t know all of you.

I pull away from her mouth and bury my head in her neck as I fight the thought away. My hand desperately wraps onto her hair, but my thrusts remain gentle. Sharp nails scratch down my back and it’s almost my undoing. I want to fucking come.

“Keep doing that, angel, and this is going to turn into fucking, real fast,” I murmur against her neck.

“Then fuck me, Noah.” Leaning back, I look down into her eyes. “Hard,” she begs.

She doesn’t need to tell me twice. Nothing would give me greater pleasure than to fuck her into oblivion. And hearing the word ‘fuck’ from her mouth heightens my arousal.

Dropping my head to her chest, I take one nipple in my mouth and roll the other in between my fingers. She moans and I can’t contain myself any longer. I thrust in deep, almost savagely. Each push of my hips against hers is like a sledgehammer on stone. Increasing my pace, I drop onto my forearms and watch her as she watches me. Our eyes lock.

Her fingers dig and pull on my back and arse as sweat forms on my brow. I keep rhythm and she rises to meet me. With each clash of skin, I’m driven further to the limit. I’m so close but I need her to come again. Reaching down between us, I pinch on her clit and it sends her over the edge, each delicious clench around my cock dragging me deeper into her. Shivers run down my spine, and I let go with a throaty growl.

“F-uckkk.” My load shoots into her, deep and hard, each pulse bringing me closer to my knees. Out of breath, I collapse onto her. Her skin on mine is the only thing I ever need.

As soon as I catch my breath I roll onto my back, pulling her with me to rest on my chest. One arm snakes around her waist and the other cradles her head against me.

She’s where she fucking belongs. In my arms. And I’ll hold her there for eternity, or at least while I still have the chance. She moulds her body against me, her breath tickling the hairs on my chest, and fingers roaming over my abdomen, as my heart rate begins to even out. No words are needed.

Downstairs there’s a resounding bang as the front door slams shut, and the giggles of what I assume is a very drunken Boo echo around the house.

I arch a brow as I gaze down at Lizzie, her mouth slightly parted, skin flushed. Moving my body away from hers, I slide off the bed and hold my hand out to her. “Time to order the pizza?”

She laughs as she takes my hand, and the sound seeps into every inch of my body.

“You murdered my son, cunt.” A heavy boot kicks me in the ribs and I momentarily flinch. Pain radiates throughout my chest and I cough up blood onto the floor. Bound like a pig roasting on a spit, the only thing I can do is retract as best I can into the foetal position.

The stale stench of dried piss makes me gag as the metallic fluid floods my mouth. How long have I been here? An hour? Two? Maybe a few days? Frustrated I’m unable to remember, I shake my head. In my peripheral, I spot the Sicilian inching closer to me. He flexes his filthy hands.