Lethal Temptations (Tempted #5)(56)

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 * 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.