Page 20 of The Heart You Kept

He turns me back toward him, his hand still wedged tightly between my legs.

“You’re beautiful when you come, Miss Doe.” He smiles as he kisses me, his fingers start again and I step back from him.

“No more.”

His face falls.

“I need a break. I can’t keep coming again and again.”

He chuckles. “I beg to differ.” He takes his hand away and wraps me in his arms.

I’m sated and sleepy and I lean up against his broad chest as the hot water runs over us.

There’s an elephant in the room, one that I’m not allowed to touch. His huge erection pressing against my stomach.

“Let’s go and have some dinner,” he murmurs.

Huh?

What about your dick?

I don’t like this; it feels like there is an uneven power exchange. He needs to come too.

I slide my hand down through his pubic hair and he steps back. “I said. Not yet,” he says sternly; as if annoyed he turns and gets out of the shower.

I stay under the water and let it run over me. My body is throbbing, swollen and wet from his strong fingers and yet I’m not even allowed to touch him.

Huh?

He dries himself and wraps a towel around his waist and then holds a towel out for me. I turn the taps off and step into his arms, he carefully dries me and then wraps the robe around my shoulders. “You need to eat,” he says from behind me into my hair.

I’m really not sure what’s going on here but fuck, the anticipation is killing me.

Dressed in our robes we go out to the dining room to see the table laden with silver trays with lids.

“I wasn’t sure what you wanted so I ordered an assortment of dishes for you to choose from.” He begins to lift the silver lids to reveal a delicious selection. There’s ravioli pasta and fillet of steak. Sashimi and seafood and then some kind of chicken dish. There’s vegetables in some kind of cream sauce and salads.

“Wow,” I whisper as I look around. “When did you order this?”

“Before I got into the spa.”

I stare at him as my brain misfires; he knew that what just happened was going to happen exactly as it did. In that order and in that timeframe.

“Sit.” He gestures to my chair.

“You’re very bossy.”

“Miss Doe.” He smirks. “Now that’s a revelation.” His eyes have a mischievous glow to them. “Where on earth did you get that idea?”

It’s not a revelation, I’m pretty sure it’s going to be on his tombstone. I bet he’s a real bossy bastard on the outside.

I sit down and look around the choices. “Do you want the pasta?” I ask.

“No.” His elbow is leaning on the table and his pointer finger is steepled up over his temple as he watches me. “It’s all yours.” He passes it over to me.

“Thanks.” I pick up my fork and glance up to him, he’s still sitting back watching me. “Are you eating?” I ask.

“I’m hungry…but not for food.” The air crackles between us as we stare at each other. His tongue slides over his bottom lip and I feel it between my legs.