Page 82 of Before We Break

That was it. The only thing holding me back, and the universe just gave me the green light. “Tell me to walk away.” The words carry a dangerous edge.

“Why?”

Silk glides beneath my palm as I adjust my grip, sliding my hand to her lower back. “Because we said one time, and I’m about to break my promise.”

I whirl her around. Her palms press into the granite countertop as my hands knead her lush belly, and she rolls her head to the side, baring the delicate slope of her neck and shoulder.

I lower my face until my lips brush against her racing pulse. “Last chance, princess. I need to hear you say it.”

“I want you,” she says airily.

“What do you want? Use your words.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

I have to stifle a groan as the crass word leaves her lips, my dick growing impossibly hard. She was wrong about one thing—I won’t be fucking her out of my system. She’s buried too goddamn deep. I knew one time would never be enough. I can’t offer her a future, but this… this I can do.

I cup her jaw, angling her face so I can take her lips in a passionate kiss. Her tongue tangles with mine in a sensuous rhythm of give and take. I open my eyes, watching her expression shift with each brush of my lips. Twin blotches of pink appear on the apples of her cheeks.

Her arm snakes around my head, fingernails scraping against my scalp as she drives them through my hair. I groan as the sensations roll through me. This woman is going to be my undoing.

I break away from her mouth to trail my lips down her neck and shoulder, following a line of freckles on her creamy skin.

My fingers scrape against her thick thighs as I gather the mass of fabric and drape it over her waist, exposing her round, dimpled ass in a pair of pink strawberry print panties with lace trim. I huff out a laugh. “Fucking strawberries.”

I wonder if she tastes like them, too.

“Don’t laugh. They’re my favorite.” Her voice holds the sweetest glint of amusement as she stares at me over her shoulder.

Fuck, she’s so goddamn sexy when she smiles. All the time, really, but that smile could fuck up even the strongest of men.

The most gorgeous stretch marks decorate her upper thighs and hips as if a master artist painted them there. I want to trace each one with my tongue, but if I don’t taste her pussy soon, I’m going to lose it.

I slide my palm up her back, bending over the island and slipping my foot between hers to kick them apart. “Don’t move a fucking inch.”

Sinking to my knees, I hook my finger in the lace and pull it to the side, then I grip the globes of her ass and spread them apart, exposing two puffy pink lips already glistening with arousal.

“Noah. You don’t have to⁠—”

“I want to. I’ve been waiting months to get my mouth on you.”

I pause for a breath, giving her a chance to deny me. “Can I?”

Please say yes.

“Yes.”

Thank fuck.

I grab her forearm and twist it behind her, setting her hand on her ass. “Hold yourself open for me, baby.”

Her rainbow nails dig into her dimpled flesh—and fuck, what I wouldn’t give to have her hands on me. Around my dick, my throat, anywhere she wants.

I take a deep inhale and swipe my tongue from her clit to her opening, my nose scraping against the perfectly trimmed triangle of hair like an arrow pointing me to a delicious treasure. She gasps at the first swipe, and her knees buckle on the second.

I rest my head against the inside of her thigh and chuckle, kneading her softness in my large palm. My inked hand looks incredible against her ass. “We’re just getting started. You can’t fall apart on me yet.”

I dive back in, circling her clit with my tongue.