Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
“You deserve kindness.”
“Is it because you feel sorry for me?”
“I don’t feel sorry for you.”
“Then why?”
For a moment, there was silence as he considered his answer. “You’re mine. It’s natural that I want to comfort and please you.”
What a strange man he was. “Yours? When did this happen? I thought you were still chasing me hard.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to the sound of it, just like you’ll learn to trust and love me.”
“You’re very certain of yourself.”
His smile was dashing. “Optimistic is more the word I’d go for.”
“I’m not a good person, Bono. You shouldn’t trust me.”
“Oh, but I do. On the contrary, I know you’re good.”
“Clinton was right. You’re a fool.”
He walked back to the tub, stopping at the side. “I’m only a fool when it comes to you.”
“You’ll regret it.”
He went down on his knees on the rug. “The only thing I’ll regret is not trying.”
She wanted to ask trying for what, but he was dipping a washcloth in the water and lathering it with soap. Her throat went dry as he trailed it over the curve of her shoulder and down the length of her arm.
Words dried up between them when he reversed the path, this time running the cloth between her breasts and over the swell of her stomach. Only their eyes communicated their feelings. Gone were all thoughts of fear, betrayal, and guilt. Nothing existed but the gentle touch of his fingers following the path of the cloth down the side of her hip and thigh.
Somewhere between her foot and calf, he dropped the cloth and his control. Lust heated his gaze as his palm flattened on her leg and moved up her inner thigh. Holding her gaze, he brushed his fingers over her stomach and up to her chest, circling each breast before moving down to her navel.
Her lips parted in a silent gasp. When he moved his hand lower, a pulsing ache settled between her legs. Desire made her knees weak. She trapped his hand between her thighs in an effort to both still his movements and keep him from stopping. A small tremor shook her legs as he ran the tip of his forefinger over her folds, barely touching her. The rough pad skimmed over her clit, a slight contact that had her lift her hips in search of more.
He went back to her breasts, playing first with the one hardened tip and then the other. All the while, he watched her as if he was taking note of every gasp, cry, and jerk of her body. When she couldn’t stand the tension any longer, she gripped his hand and guided it back between her legs. He was up to his elbow in the water, his shirtsleeve getting soaked, but he didn’t seem to mind. She wished he would get rid of his clothes and get into the water with her, but before she could utter her desire, he parted her folds with a finger. He probed gently, and when he found her slick, he slipped inside up to the first digit.
She clutched the edges of the tub, lifting her hips to create more friction. It had been a long time since she’d been sexually touched, and it had never been this tender and hot. He pulled back an inch and pressed deeper.
Her chest heaved with laborious breaths. “Bono.”
“More?”
She pursed her lips to prevent a moan from escaping, but it was in vain. She couldn’t stop herself from crying out when he buried his finger up to the knuckle inside her.
“Let me hear you, beautiful.”
When he started moving, she lost her will to hold back. She allowed her moans to fall freely from her lips, going slack as she allowed him to take complete control.
“That’s right,” he said in a voice thick with desire. “Give it up for me. Your pleasure is mine.”
She was helpless. Water sloshed over the edges of the tub as he increased the pace of his hand. His palm hit her clit with a smack, applying just the right amount of pressure. He seemed to know exactly when her body tightened in preparation for her climax, because at that moment, he flicked his thumb over the nub at the apex of her sex, sending her over the edge. She came long and hard. He held her through it, keeping his hand in place as the orgasm detonated inside her and dissipated in aftershocks.
It took her a while to catch her breath. She hadn’t realized she’d closed her eyes, but when she opened them, he watched her with a mixture of heat and concern.
“I wasn’t going to take it this far, but you play havoc with my control. I needed to see what you look like when you come.”
“Are you going to say you’re sorry now?” she asked in a voice still hoarse from her release.