Page 34 of Straight, No Chaser
My hands fly to her cheeks, cupping the heated skin, and I force her to look at me. “I swear to God I will never fucking make you do anything to stay with Eli. Do you understand?”
All she can do is nod from crying so hard.
“You don’t owe me a damn thing, and regardless of what happens between me and you, you don’t ever have to worry about me keeping Eli from you.”
A tortured whimper blows between our lips. So close I can almost fucking taste the strawberry from her gloss. “Really?”
“Yes.”
I don’t blink. Or stutter. Or soften. She has to believe I fucking mean it. I may be a fucking bastard, but this is a vow I’ll keep to my death.
Slender shoulders droop with relief and her forehead tips to mine. But I’m not fucking finished. I have so much more I need to say. So much I need to ask.
With one obstacle out of the way, I must tackle the next. Yet, this challenge won’t be as easy. I’ve got nothing to offer her to make her believe me. To trust in my commitment. Except for my absolute sincerity. “I’ve fucked up so fucking bad.” Fucking killing my ego to be at the mercy of someone else. But I should have fucking admitted it to myself a long time ago. This woman holds my balls in a vise and always will. “Even though I don’t deserve it, I’m asking you to give me another chance. I want to prove to you that I won’t hurt you anymore. That I can make you happy.”
“I want to, but I’m scared.”
White noise envelopes us. The air thick and empty here in this fucking multi-million dollar jet. With the pilots hidden inside their cockpit, it feels like we’re alone in a timeless space. So far away from everyone else. Like the world below could have disappeared. Floating in the freedom of ambiguity. That I’m not a mob king. Or a ruthless businessman. Or a heartless killer.
Just a man. With the woman he loves more than himself. “I know. I am too.”
My admission elicits a soft laugh. A half-lifted cheek from an idea that seems so absurd. Her gaze sweeps over my huge body, wide shoulders, thick neck. I happen to be a big guy, but physical strength is all I have over her. She somehow controls everything else.
“What do you have to be afraid of?”
Her long hair is baby smooth against my skin as I loop a strand around my finger. “You.”
“Me?”
A beautiful blush creeps over her face. Lust igniting between us again from her whisper. I slide next to her on the bench and wrap my hands around her tiny waist. Effortlessly twisting her to straddle me. Knees digging into the leather on each side of me as my cock comes to life underneath her sweet ass.
The bottom of her dress bunches around the tops of her toned thighs that I can’t fucking wait to have wrapped around me. Stifling a moan from the heart-covered red fabric peeking out that covers her gorgeous pink pussy. Never has anything felt more right than her in my arms, body tucked into mine. A genuine smile enhancing her delicate beauty.
She forgives me.
“I won’t fuck this up any more.” I tug her closer, needing more. “You’ll never have to deal with asshole Luciano again.”
Her left eyebrow lifts. Not buying my bullshit at all. “Well, not very much.”
Laughter shakes her body while she presses her lips to mine. Slender arms wrap around my neck, and my hands caress her torso. All of the anguish evaporates from my taut muscles from the feel of her cool skin under my fingertips. Fucking sexy as hell in this backless dress. Which she needs to fucking cover with a jacket or something.
The humor fades away as her tiny kisses grow more urgent. Welcoming my tongue thrusting in her mouth. Her nipples pebbling through the thin purple fabric and brushing against my shirt. Hips tensing, squeezing me harder in painful pleasure.
I could take her so fucking easily. Indulge my traitorous cock urging me to slip off her panties and plunge inside. Listen to the greedy voice in my head demanding to own her. Now.
But, I can’t. Not like this.
Breaking away, I cup her face and smile to eliminate the uncertainty clouding her expression. “Tonight, I’m going to make love to you the way you deserve.”
Fuck me when her tongue darts out to lick her lips, and she swallows hard. A small nod confirms her agreement. Testing my resolve. Making me question my will power and my god damn fucking sanity for waiting.
“Okay.”
Just one word to make my pussy ass heart gloriously happy. My dick's pretty stoked too. "Okay."
Now her face shines with joy too when I slide her bracelet out of my jacket pocket and wrap the strand of diamonds around her delicate wrist. Back where the jewelry belongs and will forever remain.
"Thank you."
