“I like the suspenders,” she smiled.
“I didn’t have a choice, A belt isn’t in the cards for me at the moment.”
She frowned as he started to unclip them, and she brushed his fingers aside. He let his arms fall to his sides. He understood her need to do this. Then as she started to unbutton his dress shirt, he watched the expressions flash over her face as she saw the new scars on his body. He really wished she didn’t have to see them.
Eden sucked in her breath when she saw the large, still-pink scar. At least it was no longer swollen and inflamed. He’d been lucky—they’d saved both kidneys—even though it had been touch-and-go. He’d lost part of his liver. It was the infection that almost killed him.
She didn’t ask any silly questions, she just said, “we’re doing this slow and easy.”
She’s out of her mind.
When she started for the buttons on his slacks, he stilled her fingers. “Now you.”
“Okay.”
She let him unzip her dress. He had to peel it off her, and when he did, he found just a thong and silver thigh-high stockings.
“Woman, you are an angel. Thank you for this.” He traced the skin between the top of her stocking and the gusset of her panties, and she shuddered. She grabbed for his shoulders.
“Asher,” she sighed. “Now can you take off your pants?”
“Pretty soon.”
He would’ve liked to have carried her to the bed, but that just wasn’t in the cards at the moment. He guided her the five steps backwards, helping her to sink down. As soon as she was seated, he pushed her torso down and stripped off her silk underwear.
He’d dreamed of pleasuring her this way. He’d dreamed of doing everything with this woman. He spread her thighs and put both of her legs over his shoulders.
“You don’t have to do this,” Eden’s voice was hopeful. Asher wasn’t sure which way she was hoping, but it didn’t matter. He figured that she was going to end up happy.
“I know, but I really want to, is that okay?” he had to ask.
“I guess so.”
Good enough for me. Eden’s flesh was already glistening with her need. Her scent scattered all thoughts from his brain. He’d already been rock-hard, now he thought his cock would explode just from the look and fragrance of her. God knew what was going to happen when he tasted her, but he was dying to find out.
Asher licked at her delicate folds and she gave a long, loud sigh of pleasure. He parted her flesh so that he could lap up even more of her passion.
“Ashhhhh…”
He lifted the hood of her clit and sucked at the sensitive nub. He felt her moving and looked up to see her sitting up to watch what he was doing, her face suffused with passion. That was his lioness, claiming their loving. Participating every step of the way.
“This feels so good.” She sounded surprised.
Ash gently inserted two fingers into the tender entrance of her vagina and started a slow rhythm that had Eden flopping back down onto the bed. Asher grinned, he was onto something. He circled her clit with his tongue and continued to massage her slick channel. Her passion was a miracle. He should have realized that such a fierce fighter would grab hold and match him. He was dying to sink inside her, but first, he needed to pleasure her.
“Cock. Now.”
“Ouch.” Ash stopped sucking when Eden grabbed his hair. She was staring him in the face.
“I want us to make love now. Please?” she begged.
He laughed.
“What is it, Honey? Cock now, or make love?”
She bit her lip. “What’s going to get you out of your pants the fastest? Tell me and I’ll say it.”
“Then lean back and let me make you come.” He kissed her. All that time, his fingers kept up the torturous pace, but now his thumb was circling her clit. He felt her shivering. She was close. Asher leaned forward and took a swollen nipple into his mouth.
“Ashhh…”
God, she smelled like peaches.
The shivering turned to shuddering. “I’m so close.”
He flicked his thumb harder on her sensitive bud, while he enjoyed himself at her breast. She was so soft, even better than his memories. No, he hadn’t been wrong, he was all kinds of right about everything.
He felt her melt against his fingers as she shook in orgasm and grabbed his head against her heart. After the long last tremor ended, she looked at him. “Please be with me. Please?”
Asher grabbed a condom out of his pants pocket and then shucked out of them. He moved beside her. Her fingers tangled gently in his chest hair. “I don’t want you to hurt,” she whispered.
He took her hand and brought it to curl around his erection. “This is what’s hurting. Please help put me out of my misery,” he laughed roughly.
She stroked him up and down. He handed her the condom and she opened it. Then he slid it on.
She gave him a wary look. “Should I be on top?”
Asher winced at the thought of anything being on top of his incision. “Uhm, no. I think we’re going for missionary, Honey. If that works for you.” He smiled down at her.
“I’ve dreamed about being wrapped in your arms, covered by you, having you inside me. That would be perfect.”
Asher closed his eyes so he could get himself under control. She still had a way of creating pictures in his mind. Asher couldn’t take in enough
