“Only with you.”
He stared at her long and hard, as if he was trying to decide if he believed her. In the end, she wasn’t sure what conclusion he settled on, because he turned to switch off the shower.
“I’m takin’ ya to bed,” he told her after he’d climbed over the lip of the tub and offered her a clean, fluffy towel. “There’s still lots I want to do to ya. And most of it is better accomplished while horizontal.”
“Do tell,” she teased.
And he did. As they dried their bodies, as she helped him apply new bandages to his cut, as he continued to tease and torment her by softly brushing and squeezing and kissing her all over, he told her in no uncertain terms, and in deliberate, scorching detail, all the fantasies he’d ever had about her.
By the time they fell into bed, she was hot and achy and more than ready for another orgasm.
29
Watching Eliza come apart in his arms was the most erotic sight Fisher had ever seen.
And hearing her scream his name had changed something inside him. He wasn’t sure what. All he knew was that there was the Fisher who had existed before. And there was the Fisher who existed now.
AndthisFisher? Oh, this Fisher had big plans.
Plans that started with him kissing every bit of her decadent body until he’d learned each curve with his lips and explored every dip with his tongue. Plans to learn her with his mouth the way he’d learned her with his hands in the shower.
Laid out naked atop his sheets, she looked like a goddess. All pale skin and black hair and exotic eyes that sparkled with desire in the low glow given off by his lone bedside lamp. And the way she responded to him, to his every whispered word, every stroking touch, made himfeel like a god.
He realized he was staring, letting his gaze drink in every luscious inch of her, when she cupped his jaw and whispered, “I want to make love with you now, Fisher.”
Make love.
Not screw or fuck or bone or bang. Butmake love.
Had he ever made love to a woman? He racked his brain and came up empty. He’d fucked slowly and sensually. He’d screwed desperately and passionately. But never had he slept with a woman for whom he had feelings beyond a general appreciation and fondness.
He had feelings for Eliza.
Lotsof them.
He might not have the one she wished for. But he sure as shit had all the others. Respect, admiration, acceptance, trust, connection… The list went on.
So yeah. We’ll make love.
“Soon,” he promised, watching the way her nipple puckered when he gently cupped her breast and ran his thumb over the tip. He loved her puffy areolas, how they crinkled up like discarded holiday wrapping paper anytime her nipples tightened. “But first I want to taste ya, darlin’. Taste every sweet inch of ya. Is that okay?”
She caught her bottom lip between her teeth. “Oh.” She waved a hand and feigned indifference. “I suppose so. If you must.”
He squeezed her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. A tiny rebuke. She gasped and he watched delightedly as a blush stole up from her chest to stain her cheeks.
Ahhhh, he thought.One more item to add to my growin’ list of things Eliza likes.
“Should I start now?” he whispered against her skin as he skated kisses from her arched neck down to her breast.
“Yes.” Her fingers curled into his hair when he sucked her nipple between his lips and tongued the hard little nubbin to the top of his mouth.
He set about implementing his plan. There wasn’t an inch of her that didn’t receive the attention of his teeth, lips, and tongue. Sometimes he licked. Sometimes he laved. And sometimes he sucked. Her breasts, her belly, the jut of her hip bones were mapped by his appreciative mouth.
She held her breath when his face hovered above her sex. He dragged in the smell of hot, healthywoman. But he didn’t put his mouth on her. Oh, no. He still had her legs to explore. The turn of her ankles. The delicate skin behind her knees. The soft flesh on the inside of her thighs.
By the time he settled his broad shoulders between her spread legs, she was whimpering and mewling. Sweat dewed her delicate skin, and her sex was overripe and melting in front of his eyes.
Goddess…
