Chapter Seven
DORIAN
Laying Lisette down in my bed, seeing her hair fan over my pillow… I’ve never seen anything more beautiful. God knows I don’t deserve to have her here, but I’ll take whatever she offers.
She slides under the covers and holds them open, waiting for me.
I swallow hard. Then peel my shirt and pants off, and crawl in beside her.
The moment my back hits the mattress, she’s in my arms, curling against my side.
Trusting me to keep her safe.
My cock is hard as a rock. I want to roll her onto her back and make love to her. Show her what I can’t say with words.
Instead, I switch off the light and let her lead where this goes. If all she needs is my strength and protection tonight, that’s what she’ll get.
Lisette snuggles closer, resting one hand on my chest. Her silky leg drapes over one of mine. She smells like cherries and the spice of my soap, like she’s already part of me. Twined so deeply into my life that she’s in my blood. My heart.
“Why did you come back to Hollow Peak, Dorian?” she asks in the darkness.
When I left the service, I could have gone anywhere.
But there was only one place on my mind.
One person. “For you.” The words are gruff, dragged out of my soul.
“This was the only place I was ever happy. Because of you. I hoped I could find you again. Even if you were married with a dozen kids… I needed to know you were happy.” It’s the most I’ve spoken to anyone in years.
Only Lisette draws the words out. Makes me comfortable enough to say them.
I hear the hitch in her breath.
“Dorian.”
I rub her back, not sure what else to say.
She leans up on one arm to cup my cheek, her thumb sliding over my scar. “I never got over losing you. My heart broke when they took you away. I cried for days.”
I cover her hand with mine, memorizing her touch. “So did I.” For losing her and my mom at the same time.
“Fate brought us back together.”
“And Florine.” She doesn’t know about the promise I made, and I’m not sure what to tell her.
Florine once told me that my grandfather was the love of her life, but the timing wasn’t right for them. She hoped Lisette and I might have what they didn’t. At the time, it seemed impossible. But here, with Lisette in my bed, I can almost dare to hope.
“I can’t lose you again,” she whispers.
The ache in her voice cracks open my chest. “Then don’t.” Cupping the back of her neck, I draw her lips down to mine.
The kiss lights the fire that banked in my veins.
She moves over me, straddling my hips, and tangles her hands in my hair, freeing it from the rubber band. Holding me like she won’t let go.
The same way I’m holding her.
Lisette kisses me again, taking what she needs.
The heat between her legs settles over my stomach, making me burn. Gripping her hips, I grind her over my hard length, wishing I was inside her. Not tonight, but soon.
She rolls her hips, and a whimper escapes. “Dorian.”
It’s a cry of pleasure, not fear. I meet her gaze in the dim room, lit only by the light from the kitchen, making sure she’s with me.
The next kiss is harder. Hungrier.
I taste her lips, her cheek. Trail my lips over her jaw and down her throat, nipping her skin.
Lisette shivers. Then sits up and whips the shirt over her head. Just boom. Skin. So much perfect skin.
I trace her sides. “You want my hands on you?”
“Yes. I need you to touch me, Dorian.”
I will never tire of hearing my name from her lips. “Show me.”
She grabs my hands, moving them up to cover her breasts. “Here.”
The soft mounds are perfect, filling my palms as I cup them and slide a thumb over one nipple. “Where else?”
Lisette licks her lips, then draws one of my hands down her stomach to her mound. “Here.”
Heat flows from her core. I slide my hand inside her panties, feeling her slick heat. “Good girl.”
She sucks in a breath at the words, and I’m rewarded with a rush of wetness between her thighs. Yeah, she definitely likes that.
Lisette presses closer, rocking her hips.
“That’s it, beautiful. Ride my hand.” I lean up and close my mouth over one of her nipples, sucking the hard point.
She shimmies her hips over my fingers again, but I need more. I need to see the honey between her thighs.
I roll her onto her back, then flick the lamp on.
Light fills the room, bathing her skin in a golden glow.
She blinks, but I cover her body with mine, pressing her into the mattress until I feel the hard points of her nipples pressing into my chest and the damp heat of her panties.
I kiss her again, hard and deep, but stay careful not to crush her with my weight.
Her nails scrape my scalp as she moans in pleasure.
Damn, she even tastes like cherries. I kiss my way to her breasts, taking my time with each. Licking her nipples, pinching them until she’s writhing against my hard cock.
“You want me to taste you?” I ask, trailing my mouth down her stomach. It quivers beneath my lips. “Lick between your pretty thighs until you come on my tongue?”
“Yes,” she breathes, getting wetter with the dirty words.
“Be a good girl. Remove your panties.”
Her hands almost fly to the lace covering her treasure. She lifts her hips and slides her panties down.
I sit back enough to take over, drawing them down her legs until she’s open for me. Laid bare like a feast that’s all mine. Bringing her panties to my nose, I draw her scent into my lungs.
Her eyes dilate as she watches.
But I need her taste on my tongue, so I toss them aside and wedge my shoulders between her thighs. She’s pink and wet, with a tiny patch of hair over her mound. I part her folds with my thumbs, listening to her breathing change. She needs this. She needs me.
Lowering my head, I swipe my tongue through her folds, moaning at her flavor. Like cherries and spice. Honey in my mouth.
“Dorian!”
Her hips lift, chasing my tongue.
So I spread her wide and eat her pussy, licking and sucking, listening to her cries of pleasure to learn what she likes. I lick her until she’s trembling hard, then slide a finger into her hot core, and wrap my lips around her clit, gently sucking.
She shatters, crying my name as she comes for me.
It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.
I add a second finger, working her body through one orgasm and another, until she presses a hand to my head, begging without words for relief. I lick slowly through her folds, bringing her down.
Her hands tighten in my hair. She pulls me up her body and kisses me hard.
“That was…” she pants against my lips. “Dorian, I’ve never… it’s never felt that way.” Her eyes are wide with wonder, like I’ve given her a gift.
But she’s the one who gave it. The gift of her trust and her pleasure.
I kiss her softly, memorizing this moment.
Her hands slide down my sides and cup my hard length.
My breath locks. Catching her hand, I hold it still. If she so much as squeezes, I’ll come and tonight was for her. If I take more, she won’t leave this bed until I’m sated. And I might never be.
“I want to touch you too,” she says.
Those six words mean more to me than she’ll ever know. Yet I hold back. “Not tonight.” I kiss her to take the sting out of the words, then search the bed for her clothes. I find the Army shirt but not her panties.
She pouts a little as she slides it over her head, and it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.
“You smile now, but this isn’t over.” She pokes my chest. “I’m going to reciprocate when you least expect it.”
“Ambush blowjob?”
Lisette laughs, because yeah, it sounds ridiculous. Sign me the hell up.
“If that’s what it takes,” she says with a little sniff. Just like when we were kids, and she was determined to have her way.
My heart stops, then starts to pound like it’s going to punch through my ribs.
I love her. Even back then, I loved her.
Lisette is mine, and somehow, I have to convince her to stay.