Man of Honor (Battle Scars #3) - Diana Gardin Page 0,50

Stroking. I close my eyes for a second, relishing the sensation. But they pop back open when she speaks.

“I’m ready for you, Drake.”

I stare her down for a second, checking for any sign that she doesn’t realize what she’s getting into with me. I know better than anyone that with the shit going on in my head and in my heart that there is no easy road. Not with me. But she nods, like she sees me for exactly who I am.

And maybe she does, because isn’t she the one who’s been picking up the soggy pieces of me all over the bar for the last few months?

Dropping my head, my tongue meets her slick wet heat. She cries out, and her fingers are no longer gentle in my hair. Her feet push hard against my shoulders. I take another taste, and everything that is Mea flows into my mouth, down my throat, into my soul.

She tastes like the finest wine there is.

Her pleasure, free flowing from her core and into my mouth, is the sweetest thing I’ve ever savored. I treat her like she’s fragile at first. Gentle swipes with my tongue through her folds and around her clit have her quivering in my hands. I can feel all of the tension inside of her coiled up in this one spot, and all I have to do is pull the cord for her to fall apart right in front of me.

When her moans are doing things to my body that I’m scared I won’t be able to control, I graze her with my top teeth just before I pull her into my mouth and suck. Hard.

A slew of curses like I’ve never heard from a woman erupt from this tiny, debilitating creature in front of me. Her hips lift from the bed as she comes, and just like I promised I would be, I’m right there to catch her. I can tell she’s still high, reveling in the stars above us, as I climb onto the bed beside her and pull her on top of me. Her body is liquid, her curves pressing against my ridges in the most alluring fucking way possible. I kiss her throat, her shoulders, pushing her hair off her face as she comes spiraling back down.

Opening sleepy, lust-filled eyes, she smiles at me. Steals my breath. Rocks my world before she touches me.

“Your turn.”

I cover up my shock with a grin. “I want my turn to be inside of you.”

With a sexy, satisfied smirk, she pushes up off my chest and positions herself right where I need her. Sucking in a gulp of air, I still her hips against me and reach for the bedside table. Remembering I’m not at home, I squeeze my eyes shut.

“I really hope I packed some condoms in my suitcase.”

Her slender shoulders give a flippant shrug. “Go and check.”

I head to my bag, searching the small pockets until I come up with that tiny foil packet. Holding it up to her in triumph, I stalk back toward the bed.

I’ve told her that I’m someone she can trust, and I’m more than glad I can back that up right now by keeping her safe.

“Please, Drake. I need…this. I need you.”

I climb back on the bed. Knowing I’ll never be able to say no to her.

I cup her face with both hands, stroking her high cheekbones with my thumbs. “Tell me something. And I need the truth, or we don’t do this.”

The wrinkle between her eyebrows shows her focus as she nods. “Okay.”

Taking a deep breath, I ask the one thing that’s been bothering me for almost three years. “What did I do the last time that sent you running? I never want to make that mistake again.”

She freezes; her wide eyes focus on me and every muscle in her body tenses up. I continue stroking her face with gentle circles, telling her with my eyes that she’s safe and that she can tell me anything. I can take it. I’m strong enough.

Her voice is a whisper so soft and so wretched that my heart clenches almost painfully in my chest. It’s like with one look she’s reaching inside me and squeezing with all her might, reducing the beating organ to useless dust. I want to take in some air, but I’m drowning in her deep, sad gaze.

“If I tell you, do you promise you won’t think I’m crazy?”

Is it possible for twelve words to gut you, slice you in half