Forever Hers by Walters, Ednah (top 50 books to read txt) 📕

revealing the lacy black camisole and matching skimpy shorts. For a brief moment, he feasted on her lushness, the ripe strawberry nipples peeking through the lace.

He buried his face between her perfect mounds and inhaled her essence. She shuddered, gripping his head and pressing him against her.

Blood roaring past his ears, Eddie turned his head and captured one nipple through the lace, nibbled and gnawed on the rosy tip while she squirmed. The material offered no barrier, but it wasn’t enough. He was drowning with need, a ravenous hunger like he’d never experienced before. He opened his mouth and sucked hard, his hands sliding under her camisole to hold her in place, a low growl of hunger escaping his lips.

“Eddie…”

“I want you.” His mouth moved to her neck, nibbling, gnawing. “So much.” He bit her earlobe. “All the time. Say you want me, Amy.”

She gripped his head and leaned back. Panting, lips swollen from their kisses, eyes hazed with arousal, she stared into his eyes. His breath stalled, fear that she would push him away gripping his chest.

Please, say you do, he wanted to beg.

CHAPTER 13

“Do you want me?” Eddie asked.

How could she not? She swallowed and tried to find her voice but she couldn’t. She didn’t just want him. She loved him. But he didn’t want love, so she had to settle for this. An affair.

“Amy?”

“You know the answer.”

He shook his head, his chest rising and falling, eyes burning her skin. “I want to hear you admit it.”

She couldn’t deny him anymore than she could deny herself. She licked her lips, opened her mouth and said, “Yes. I want you, Eddie Fitzgerald.”

His lips claimed hers in a soul-binding kiss, hot and burning. His need rocked through her, igniting a flame that had needed rekindling for so long. Her fingers sunk into his hair and gripped his head as she held nothing back.

He lifted her and walked toward the bedroom. Her legs tightened around him, her arms looping around his neck. Her blood sang, her senses soaking in his musky scent, his taste, the feel of skin against skin. She ached for him, imagined him stripping them of the rest of their clothes, touching her, filling her completely.

Heat rushed south and pooled between her legs. Amy couldn’t get enough of him. So utterly consumed, so frantic to get him completely naked and feast her hands and eyes and mouth on every inch of his body. A deep groan tore from his chest and rumbled through her entire body like a sensual quake.

Seconds later, he lowered her to the ground. His hands moved up to the top of her flimsy camisole, gripped and yanked. The fabric ripped, her breasts spilling out.

She gasped. The savagery was shocking yet thrilling. What was she getting herself into? She had a healthy sexual appetite, always had, but the feelings running through her were scary powerful. She shuddered and reached up as though to cover herself. He grabbed her wrists and held them down at her sides.

“No. I’ve waited too damn long to look at you. Touch you.” He ran a finger around her nipple.

Amy closed her eyes,

“Don’t close your eyes, baby. Watch me love you.” He went on his knees and tugged her shorts and panties over her hips.

She braced herself against his shoulder and kicked them off. Amy felt exposed and vulnerable, but his reverent expression cured her of such insecurities. His touch was light as though he was memorizing the feel of her skin. No one had ever looked at her like she was perfect, like she was the most desirable woman in the entire world.

“You’re so beautiful, you take my breath away.”

She tried to speak but her mouth had gone dry. She couldn’t catch her breath, completely mesmerized by the look in his eyes as he drunk her in. Then he cupped her butt cheeks and buried his face in the gentle swell of her stomach.

A low, uncontrollable moan of pleasure escaped her lips as he kissed her belly button. She gripped his head and held him, her legs threatening to give out from under her. He moved lower, lips suckling, tongue licking, teeth gnawing her skin.

Amy gasped as his tongue started a languid exploring of the most sensitive part of her body, delving between her folds to tease the nub in the apex of her legs.

Oh my God. His teeth nipped her sensitive skin. “Eddie.”

“You smell and taste so good.”

He lifted one leg and draped it over his shoulder. Amy lost her balance. Her instinct to break the fall was gone. Instead, she gripped his head, all her focus on the pleasure he was giving her. She landed on the bed and bounced once before he pinned her down.

He lifted both of her legs over his shoulders, his mouth not leaving her flesh. His lips, his tongue, the stubble on his jaw stroking her inner thighs sent jolts of pure pleasure through her. It was too much. Too soon.

She tried to scoot away from his mouth, but he wouldn’t let her. His hands slid up her stomach and found her breasts. Holding her down, he lifted his head and looked at her with stormy gray eyes. “Don’t fight me, baby.”

“But you’re still dressed and—”

“I want to love you,” he finished as though she hadn’t spoken, kneading her breasts, teasing the tight nipples. “I plan to love you. I’ve wanted to for so long and you will let me. You will lay back, do nothing and let me pleasure you.”

His assured tone sent a thrill through her. She wasn’t a submissive woman and often took charge in the bedroom, a defense mechanism against people controlling her life, yet with Eddie, she wanted to give in. Perhaps it was because she loved him. Trusted him.

Her head flopped back on the bed and her back arched as he worshipped and possessed all the senses of her body. She wanted to taste him too, run her hands and mouth over