“A few years. Beth, when you’re ready, I’ll tell you everything you want to know. You want to go there? Fine, I’m more than happy to take you.”
“Fine, dinner is ready anyway,” I announced proudly. Although I don’t know how proud I’ll be once he tastes my cooking.
“Good, I’m ravenous. What’s on the menu?”
“We have chicken and avocado pasta, with a side of garlic bread.”
“Mmm,” he said, wrapping his arms around me. “And for dessert?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
I leaned up and kissed him tenderly. “You’ll have to wait and see.”
I walked back into the kitchen, swinging my hips as I walked, well aware that he was probably checking out my ass.
“You can pour the wine this time.”
He laughed, and went to the fridge. “How is your hand?”
I held it up proudly, the wound completely healed.
“Very good,” he mumbled, reaching for my hand and kissing it. He set the bottle down and continued kissing along my arm, his dark eyes full of want. I shivered as his lips moved along my collarbone and up my neck. The way his tongue was drawing circles on my skin was making me wet.
“Dinner is going to burn,” I mumbled, his lips finding mine.
“So turn it off,” he whispered. His hands moved underneath my dress.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kissed him, passion overtaking my hunger. The only thing I wanted right then was him.
My arm flailing behind me, I switched off the burner. He lifted me onto his hips, his mouth never breaking from mine. This was incredible. Everything about him made me feel safe…and loved. Even though we hadn’t gone there, I could feel it.
I took him by the hand to stroke the tender skin underneath my shirt, my eyes never leaving his. I gave him a small smile, because words were unnecessary. He knew.
“Are you sure?” he asked, stroking my face.
I nodded. I was ready for this, and more than that, I needed this. He knelt before me, his touch caressing the fabric of my panties; his gentle kisses to my pubic bone left a numbing sensation in their wake. Giving me a nod and blinking slowly, he eased them down over my knees, letting them fall to my feet.
Dressed in only my shirt, I watched as he undid each button, one by one, his eyes never leaving mine. I breathed in deeply as his hands slipped the shirt over my shoulders until I stood naked in front of him. I watched him take his shirt off, then his pants.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as his fingers trailed from above my breasts down through the middle until they reached the beginning of my sex. I closed my eyes as his fingers slowly trailed up and down. I was so wet. My knees buckled as he slid a finger inside me.
With his other hand cupping my face, he brought me closer to him until our bodies pressed flush up against one another. His lips connected with mine, our mouths moving as one in such an intimate, personal way.
Tilting my head back, I sighed as he slipped a second finger inside of me. I couldn’t describe how amazing it felt. It was like he knew exactly what I needed, what my body craved.
He gently lay me down on the bed, his fingers still circling inside me. I moved my legs further apart, willing them to plunge deeper inside of me. He kissed my neck, his tongue drawing softly along my collarbone. I was in heaven. This was the single most intimate experience of my life.
I moaned, stroking my nipples as he nibbled on my ear, his tongue curling around my lobe.
“Please, I need you,” I whispered, wanting him inside me. I reached down, wrapping my fingers around his erection, gently stroking back and forth. He reached for the condom on the beside table, rolling it on.
Poised at my entrance, he stared into my eyes as he pushed himself inside me, creating a slow and steady rhythm of rocking back and forth. I closed my eyes and sighed, the connection I felt with him unlike anything else.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
I nodded, curling my legs around his waist. His thrusts deepened and increased in speed as the climax began to build in both of us. He groaned as he released inside me, his eyes never straying from mine.
He kissed me, his fingers stroking my hair.
“I love you, Beth,” he said, his voice hoarse.