don’t answer, but now that I think about it, I’ve never seen this man sleep once. Even when I fell asleep in his arms, I always felt like he was on edge, always awake and listening to every sound. And any time I woke up, his green eyes were already staring into mine and waiting to start the day.
“You have to know that I didn’t mean to do that,” he says.
“No. I don’t.” I shake my head. “I really don’t know who the hell you are.”
“You know me better than anyone else I’ve ever been with…” He steps back and grabs a small towel. Then he holds it under a running tap. “I’ve told you a lot more than what I originally planned.”
“You didn’t tell me you had a twin brother.”
He ignores my comment and gently pushes my head to the side—examining the pink marks that the pressure of his fingers left in my skin. Through the mirror, I can see the look of shame on his face as he soothes me with the cold towel.
“I lost something years ago,” he says softly. “It’s been affecting me ever since, and not a single day has gone by that I’ve forgotten.”
“Is it an ex you loved? A child?”
“No,” he says, pressing the towel against me again. “It’s not someone, just something.”
For several seconds, we don’t speak. The silent seconds stretch into minutes, the minutes stretch into moments. Moments of him using the towel to try to make up for what he’s done.
When he finally sets it down, he kisses my neck—softly darting his tongue against every soft spot where his fingers once tightened against my skin.
“I’m sorry, Meredith,” he says.
“I don’t forgive you.”
“I don’t expect you to…” He runs his fingers through my hair, and as much as I want to push at him and walk away, I can’t. “I think you should let me help you feel better, though.”
“I can do that myself.”
“Can you?”
He slides a hand between my thighs and my skin heats. My body immediately reacts and I have the sudden urge to taste his lips.
“Answer me…” he says, sliding his hand under the band of my panties.
“Just because my body reacts to you, doesn’t mean that I want you.”
“Do you honestly mean that?”
“I should.” I suck in a breath as he rubs my clit, making it swell in anticipation against the pad of his thumb. “I should…but…”
“But what?”
“I don’t.”
He presses his lips against my inner thigh and begins kissing a heated trail up my skin—pushing back the silk of my slip with every mark of his lips. Gazing up at me with his stunning green eyes every few seconds, he takes his time rendering me speechless.
Gently slipping his hands under my legs, he slides a finger under the band of my panties and pulls them off in one smooth motion. They fall to the floor in a pool of black silk, and he picks them up and stuffs them into the pocket of his briefs; his former, not-so-subtle way of telling me that my pussy belongs to him.
“Sit up for me,” he says, his voice low.
I oblige and he clasps my ankles—carefully lifting them up and placing my legs over his shoulders. I grab onto the edge of the claw-footed tub, and he slowly pulls me closer—teasing me with long kisses against my skin. Long, sensual kisses that move closer and closer to my slit.
He pulls away from me as I try to move his head a bit closer, leaving me straddling between the edge between desperate need and bubbling obsession.
He places one final long kiss against my inner thigh, a kiss that leaves me grabbing his hair for balance—and then he buries his head against my pussy.
As he devours me, my body aches in pleasure with every skilled swipe of his tongue, every soft squeeze of my ass.
I haven’t felt him inside of me for weeks, and I’m regretting all of the wasted seconds. All of the missed touches and orgasms.
Damn…
Briefly pulling his mouth away from my soaking wet slit, he slips one of his thick fingers deep inside of me.
My body feels immediately lost without the warmth of his mouth, and I look into his eyes, as he leans back—searching for a reason.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen or heard you come for me,” he says, slipping a second finger inside of me. “Want to make sure I take in every fucking moment.” Without another word, he presses his mouth against me again,