Page 33 of Scarred Sunrise

Chapter 14

Smithy watchedas the mood lighting in the restaurant played with the curves on Lizzie’s body and thought what an idiot he’d been to let this woman get away—no worse—to walk away himself when they could have had this for the last fifteen years. “Do you want coffee?”

The date had been fun. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed until tears ran down his face. They’d talked about everything from movies to the friends they shared, and even about her son who was the light of her life. Her love for Mateo was one of the things he found so engaging and beautiful about her. He wondered what it would be like to raise a child with a woman who loved as she did. To share a life with her by his side instead of the lonely existence he’d endured by his own hand for so long.

The thought terrified him and excited him at the same time. The idea that he could lose it or fuck it up somehow was always there in the back of his mind, and he wondered if that was normal. For once he wished he still had the close bonds that the other guys had and could ask them, but after years of pushing everyone away and erecting an invisible wall, he wasn’t sure he could tear it down as easily as he wanted.

She leaned back in her chair, patting her flat stomach. “I’m stuffed.”

His eyes moved over her body before coming to rest again on her face. Lizzie rolled her bottom lip between her teeth and the pulse in her neck fluttered at the intensity he knew she must see in his eyes. He wanted to taste the gloss on her lips, to feel the softness of her skin against his body, to show her what she meant to him when words failed him.

“Do you want to go?”

“I want to go to your place.”

His own pulse skittered at the meaning in her words, and he had to fight from throwing cash on the table and dragging her from the room. Holding his hand up, he called for the bill and paid while Lizzie got her coat on. Lacing her fingers with his, he walked her back to the car, glad he’d used the old Jaguar he’d had since he was a teen working weekends to earn some cash. It had taken him years to restore it, but it was the one constant in his life apart from how he felt about Liz.

The tension in the car sizzled with sexual energy, and they remained silent, each lost in their own head as he drove and pulled up outside his modest flat. He hadn’t needed much, just a place to lay his head now and again, but now he felt awkward that he didn’t have a luxurious home to offer her.

As he opened the door and she proceeded him inside, he found himself apologising for it.

“Sorry, it’s not much.”

Liz dropped her bag onto the sofa and walked towards him as she shrugged off her coat with more confidence than he felt in that moment, letting the heavy wool garment drop to the floor. Her body was almost touching his as she lifted a hand to his face, and he closed his eyes at the sensation of her touching him in such an intimate and innocent way.

Her hand came to rest over his heart, her lips when he opened his eyes were within touching distance. Her eyes held an almost drugged quality, but he knew it was desire and emotion he saw in their depths. “Don’t apologise for the home you have. The only thing I care about is in here.” Her hand slid down his neck, over his pecs, the muscle quivering under her ministrations.

Suddenly all his nerves were gone, and he leaned in, cupping her neck under the thick fall of her hair, his other hand coming to rest on her hip. “I’ve waited so long for this,” he said against her lips, feeling the soft drag of her skin against his. His balls tightened, desire lancing through him like a bolt straight to his cock, before he traced the seam of her lips with his tongue and her body melted into his, a whimper whispering from her lips.

His mouth explored hers as if for the first time. Smithy wanted to take his time and commit every second to memory but as her hands travelled over his shoulders, pushing the jacket he wore to the floor, he knew he wouldn’t get his wish. Suddenly realising he had as much time with her as he wanted to take, he grappled with the belt at her waist.

Opening her dress, he pulled back, his breathing harsh. Smithy took in her beauty, the black lace of her bra and thong barely covering the sexy body beneath. “Fuck slow.”

He pushed the dress to the floor and lifted her by her thighs; her legs immediately closed around his hips as he walked her back to his bedroom. Falling to the bed with her, he knew there would be no finesse this time. Again, the thought bubble inside him said he could have forever with this woman.

His mouth crashed down on hers, and he groaned when she bit his bottom lip, need a driving force as he ground his hard cock into the hot V between her legs. Lizzie shamelessly rubbed against his hardness, the pair of them like two teens desperate to get off.

Lifting, Smithy hooked his hand over his head and pulled his shirt off, throwing it to the floor as her hands traced his skin, her short nails catching on his nipples and making his aching cock twitch to be inside her.

With wild hands he unhooked her bra, his lips surrounding the tight nub of her nipple as his fingers toyed with other until it was a hard, perfect pink point.

“Ty, I need you.”

His hand snaked down her belly, over the silky skin with ridges of scar tissue from her surgeries. He followed the path his hand made with his mouth, kissing the scars tenderly as he caught her eyes, which were dark and hooded with need. “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”

Her lips quirked, and his heart flipped over with love for her, but the words stalled on his lips. “Pretty sure you’re biased but okay.”

He grinned as he pulled her thong from her, his palm easing over her long legs. “I’m biased, but it doesn’t make it any less true.”

Her hands gripped his shoulders as he admired her laid out like a smorgasbord of pleasure for the taking.

Her voice was husky when she spoke. “Lose the jeans, Ty.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” He stood and slowly undid his belt, seeing her move restlessly on the bed as she enjoyed the visual. He knew his body was muscular and lean with several tattoos and many more scars, but he didn’t feel self-conscious as she licked her lips. “God dammit, Liz. If you keep looking at me like that, I’m not gonna get inside you.”

“Then hurry up.”

Smithy needed no further encouragement, grabbing a condom from his wallet as he let his trousers fall to the ground. He tore the wrapper with his teeth and quickly covered himself before settling back between her legs. He could feel the silky wetness of her desire against his cock but needed to make sure he wouldn’t hurt her. She was the most precious person in his life, and he’d never forgive himself if he did anything else to cause her pain.

He toyed with her sweet pussy lips, wanting to taste her sweetness but knowing he wouldn’t last. He rubbed the wetness over the tight bud of her clit with his thumb, feeling the pulse of her desire as he pushed two fingers inside her heat. She arched against him, her legs shaking, her hands clawing at him as he watched her climax take her over the edge, the beauty of it raw and untamed. He pulled his hand from her as he positioned his cock at her entrance and slowly slid inside her.

The tight channel gripped him, sucking him in as the last ripples of her climax fluttered along his cock. He propped his arm beside her head, taking her other in his, and linking their fingers together above her head. The angle caused her tits to press up, and he took advantage, sucking a nipple into his mouth as he began to fuck her.

The pleasure was beyond anything he could remember, even being with Liz when they were younger didn’t compare to the beauty of what they were sharing now. His eyes flashed as she began to moan and a growl of satisfaction fell from his lips as her orgasm barrelled through her, dragging him with her as his balls tightened and his climax spilt from him.

Smithy swore he saw stars, the pleasure so intense he couldn’t catch his breath as little aftershocks made his body jerk before he collapsed on to her, careful to keep his weight from her. He kissed her shoulder as he turned her to face him, needing to see it had meant the same to her and half terrified it hadn’t. He relaxed when he saw the replete look on her face. “That was incredible.”

“Mind-blowing.”

Her lips moved to his in a soft kiss that was as intimate as what they’d just shared and she settled over him in a blanket of oneness. She was his forever. He just had to fight for her, and nothing had ever been more worth it than this woman.

Later, he lay with her in his arms, their legs tangled, both content to rest in silence in each other’s arms and he wondered what the future held, and for the first time in his life, he couldn’t wait to find out.