Lethal Temptations (Tempted #5) (24 page)

Not then.

There were reasons I bought this house, and a woman I pictured greeting me at the door and it wasn’t Lacey but looking at her now, as she tried to turn on the lights, it became clear that life worked in mysterious ways. You can plan your whole fucking life but it just takes one thing to change the course you’re on…and sometimes you think it’s the end but the end of something is the beginning of something else.

There was only one person who belonged here.

One person that could make me want to come home.

And that person was staring back at me with confusion written all over her pretty little face.

“You weren’t even on my radar,” I admitted huskily as I closed the distance between us and brushed her hand away from the light switch. I took her hand and walked her towards the back of the house, to the large empty room with floor to ceiling windows. The moonlight shone through along with the lights of the bridge that was off in the distance.

“Wow,” she whispered, letting go of my hand to walk towards the windows. “What a beautiful view.”

“You ain’t kidding,” I said as I leaned against the wall and watched her stare at the scenery.

Prettiest view a man like me ever got to see.

When did I become a lucky bastard?

She slowly turned around, the moonlight illuminating her face. I call her my angel and in that moment that’s exactly what she looked like.

The angel sent to rescue me.

Mine.

There was that word again.

“Blackie, tell me,” she started. “Is this your house? Why are we here?”

“Yeah, it is,” I exhaled. “I thought a man’s worth was measured in his possessions. Greed. It was all I knew and I kept reaching higher, making moves left and right, climbing the ladder and increasing my bankroll. I had no conscience, none at all. I would do a score, get paid, and instantly look for a bigger score, one with a higher payout and equally high consequences. I lost myself to the greed, and I began to lose Christine too. She didn’t care about the money, the fancy things I’d come home with, all she wanted was the man she married in her life. I didn’t see it then.”

I paused, remembering the times she’d plead with me to stay with her, to be the man she fell in love with. I would lavish her with gifts and she’d smile but every piece of jewelry sat in a drawer.

“I thought I could fix things. I gave myself a year, twelve months of hustling hard and playing dirty. But Christine had a plan too and neither one of us thought to share it with the other,” I sighed. “I bought this house nine months later, nine months too late because she was already working with the cops to bring me down,” I confessed.

“She didn’t go through with it though and never testified. She took her life and saved mine, robbing me of the chance to bring her here…to bring her home.”

Lacey stepped toward me, wrapped her arms around my neck and held on for dear life.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured against my ear. “I’m so sorry.”

I pulled back, brushing away the hair that fell over her eye and tucked it behind her ear.

“Never wanted to come back here.”

“So why now? Why are we here?

“Because I found an ounce of hope in an angel,” I said as I ran the pad of my thumb along her bottom lip. “You, Lace…you’re my hope.”

Ain’t that some shit.

Chapter Nineteen

“No more words, girl,” I rasped, cupping her face as I leaned my forehead against her. “Just you and me, telling a story with our bodies from this point forward,” I murmured against her mouth.

A slight moan escaped her lips before mine came down on hers, working her lips, sucking them between mine and prying that sweet mouth of hers open. My tongue slid home, taking a sweep of her mouth, tasting the sweetness that she possessed. One taste and I swore I tasted the next fifty years of my life. I used to think I wouldn’t live passed thirty and here I am kissing Lace, wishing life went on forever.

She eagerly grabbed my jacket, desperate for more but I continued to kiss her slowly, bruising her lips as I sucked and grazed them with my teeth.

Baby girl needed to learn patience because she had a long night ahead of her, savoring her mouth was just the beginning, by the time my tongue got to her pussy she’d be so thoroughly worked up she wouldn’t know her name.

I took another sweep of her mouth before pulling back and dropping my hands from her face, drawing in a deep breath as I stared back at her.

Just how I pictured her.

Lips swollen and parted, eyes dazed and confused.

I backed away, slipping my arms out of my jacket before throwing it onto the floor. I licked my lips as I circled her, taking her in from every angle, deciding what my next move would be.

“Take your clothes off,” I commanded, crossing my arms against my chest as I leaned against the windows and stared back at her. “Slowly,” I added.

Her eyes remained locked with mine as her hands trembled pulling her tank from the waistband of her pants.

“Are you nervous?” I questioned as she brought the shirt over her head, holding it awkwardly in her hand.

“It’s different this time isn’t it?” She asked, her voice shaking with each word.

“It is,” I confirmed.

“You’re going to see all of me,” she whispered. “Remember every inch of me. There is nothing…no flaw I can hide,” she rambled, finally throwing the shirt nervously onto the bare floor before she lifted her eyes back to mine. “I’ve never undressed in front of a man before.”

I pushed off the glass of the window, standing straight as I cocked my head to the side and let my eyes travel the length of her.

“You don’t have to be nervous. It’s just you and me here, Lace,” I assured her, extending one arm to unbutton her pants. “Leather and Lace,” I added.

“Just my Blackie,” she whispered.

“Just your Blackie,” I confirmed, as her fingers gripped the waist band of her pants. She toed off her shoes before dragging the pants down her legs. I kneeled down, lifting one of her legs then the other and helped her remove her pants.

Still kneeling, I gripped her hips and brought her close, bringing my mouth to her stomach, allowing my lips to worship every inch of skin exposed from the wire under her bra to the lace that covered the part I ached for most. Her fingers curled into my shoulders for a moment before she lifted my chin with her index finger, forcing my gaze higher as her hands snaked around her back and her fingers unclasped her bra.

She brought one strap down her shoulder, then the other, crossing her arms briefly as she gathered the courage to bare herself to me.

“Just your Blackie,” I reminded her.

“My Leather,” she whispered, uncrossing her arms and letting the straps fall down, exposing the perfect tits I didn’t pay much attention to the last time.

“My Lace,” I growled, taking in her perfectly pink erect nipples begging me to take them between my teeth.

I rose to my feet, taking two steps to close the distance between us and bent my knees so my lips could trail down the nape of her neck. I licked her collarbone, sucked the sweet flesh of her shoulder into my mouth as my fingers danced down her arms. I laced my fingers with hers and brought her hands behind her back before pressing my palm against the small of her back and forcing her to shove her tits against me.

“Keep your hands behind you,” I instructed as my lips made their way to the swell of one of her breasts. I heard the sharp intake of breath she took, my mouth stilled but remained on her breast as I glanced up at her. “Behind you,” I repeated.

Once I was sure she wouldn’t move I brought my hands back around and cupped her perky tits. I flicked my thumb over one nipple as my mouth closed over the other, sucking slightly before my teeth grazed the tip. I pinched the other one, rolling the bud between my fingers. I changed tactics allowing my mouth to suck on one as my fingers twisted the other.

Pleasure and pain.

You’re going to learn how the two become one, girl.

The sounds that she made drove me wild and had all the blood rushing to my dick. A slow burn began to sizzle between us, her arousal igniting my own, forcing me to pull away from her and take a moment to nuzzle the valley between her breasts.

I had to remind myself that this was a rewrite, a chance to teach her sex was more than just eight inches of penetration. It’s your mind surrendering and your body following suit.

Lose your mind, girl.

Lose yourself.

Let go.

She bent her knees, taking my face in her hands and tilted my head back before her lips descended upon mine. She kissed me, slowly, taking her time, discovering what she liked and what she wanted more of. Her teeth nipped my lips and then she paused, opening her eyes, looking at me for approval.

“Don’t be afraid,” I rasped. “Do what you want with me, use my body to learn what works for you, take what you need, Lace,” I assured, wrapping my arms around her waist and dropping my hands to her ass. I grabbed her ass and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around me, locking them at the ankles as I walked her towards the kitchen and positioned her on top of the counter. I hooked my thumbs in the flimsy lace of her panties and dragged them down her legs. I closed my fist around the lace, tucking them into the back pocket of my jeans.

“Aren’t you going to take your clothes off,” she asked, breathlessly as her legs dangled off the side of the counter.

I shook my head, stepping toward her, and placed my hands on her knees.

“Open for me,” I coaxed, watching as she gripped the edge of the counter and bit down on her lip before she slowly parted her legs.

Heaven.

She leaned back, panting slightly as she peered at me curiously, waiting for my next move. I moved between her legs, tucking her hair behind her ears and took her face in my hands. She ground herself against me, inching her ass closer to the edge of the counter, desperate for friction.

I smiled at her eagerness, sucked her lower lip into my mouth and trailed my hands down her neck, over her breasts, squeezing them before gripping her hips and pulling her closer so her legs spread even wider and her cunt touched my stomach.

She whimpered, twisting her head from side to side as she ran her fingers roughly through my hair.

“Easy baby,” I soothed, my lips sliding up and down her neck. “Got all night. You’ll get there, girl…going to have you coming all over me—starting with my mouth.”

I pulled away, ran my hands down her legs as I detangled myself from her and walked toward the corner of the room where there were two folding chairs propped against the wall. I opened one, carried it back towards her and positioned it in front of her. With one hand I reached behind me and pulled my shirt over my head, placing it on the counter next to her before I took a seat in between her legs and spread her out wide.

“Blackie,” she murmured. “I want to touch you,” she pleaded, taking the shirt and twisting it between her fingers. “Let me touch you.”

“Not yet, baby,” I said, wrapping my hands around her legs. “Lay back,” I instructed as I pulled her closer so her ass hung over the edge then brought each extended leg to rest over my shoulders. I pressed my mouth to the inside of her thigh, closed my eyes as I was engulfed by the sweet scent of her arousal.

I’ve been through a lot of fucked up shit in my life. There have been more than a handful of times when I wasn’t sure I’d live. Usually there’s a gun aimed at my head or a lethal dose of drugs in my system, threatening to end me. Not this time. This time, I wasn’t sure I’d survive taking Lacey.

She could make a man want to die a slow death.

One that involved her legs wrapped around you and your face buried in her pussy.

I continued to let my lips glide across the sensitive flesh, searing her, branding her with every swipe of my tongue before my mouth hovered over her pussy. I lifted a hand, pushing her lips apart with my index and middle fingers before my tongue took a swipe over the sweetness that was all Lace.

Her hips bucked, her knuckles whitened as she held onto the counter.

A groan escaped my mouth as she pressed her cunt against my tongue.

“Thatta’ girl, give me that pussy,” I ground out, nipping around her lips before I let my tongue delve into her, greedily lapping away, coating it in her arousal. I broke away, stared at her pink flesh, lifting her ass off the counter to change the angle and put my mouth back on her. I found her clit, grazed it, before devouring the bundle of nerves.

“Oh my God,” she cried out, taking my shirt and covering her mouth with it, muffling the sounds her mouth made. I slid two fingers into her, felt her pussy clench around them as I tried to slide them in and out of her, all the while keeping my mouth on her.

I pulled my fingers from her, as she tried to sit up, our eyes locked and I lifted my fingers glistening with all of her and took them into my mouth.

“You taste like heaven,” I said, pulling my fingers from my mouth and lifting my hand to her mouth. “Want you dripping, girl,” I growled, bending down and went for another taste. She wrapped her hand around my wrist and her mouth closed over my fingers, sucking them, swirling her tongue around them, pulling them from her mouth and dropped her back against the counter.