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

her fingers around the stems of the two wine glasses, gripped his shirt with her free hand, pulled him down and kissed him. Her tongue ducked between his lips to find his, an appreciative moan escaping her. He cupped her face, but before he could take over, she was gone.

She took his hand. “Let’s go. I want something else.”

“And what’s that?”

“You.”

He grinned. He loved her boldness. She was never afraid to show that she wanted him. No wonder he was crazy about her.

Upstairs, she pushed him on the bed, poured him some wine and handed it to him with a saucy smile. “Sip and savor while I get to work.”

‘Work’ didn’t sound like something he’d like. Still, he settled against the pillows and took a generous sip of his drink. He forgot about his drink when she reached her side to unzip her dress, her expression changing in a way he couldn’t describe. She shimmied out of the dress, her movement slow and seductive. For one brief moment, he was sure it wouldn’t slide over her lush hips. She kicked the dress out of the way then paused, arms above her head, foot arched, hip cocked.

She was breathtaking. The black stockings, the thong and bra contrasting with her golden skin, the garter belt following her hips. He sat up and put his drink on the side table.

“No, no, sweetheart. Finish your wine first.”

Eddie threw his head back and gulped the drink, draining the glass. He jumped to his feet, gripped the lapels of his shirt and pulled, buttons flying. He threw his shirt aside.

“Eddie!”

He paused in the process of unbuttoning his pants, taken back by her tone.

“I want to make love to you and I can’t when you want to be in control all the time.”

He shook his head. “What are you talking about?”

“It is my turn to take care of your needs. You are going to sit back and enjoy it. Sit,” she ordered.

He sat.

She caressed his face, speared her fingers through his hair. “Every time we make love, you push me to the limit and watch me fall apart over and over again. You worry about hurting me every goddamn time even when I say I’m okay.”

He grinned, but her eyes narrowed. She gripped his hair, titled his head backwards then leaned toward him, her breasts almost spilling from the lacy cups.

“It’s my turn to watch you fall apart and worry about hurting you for once,” she whispered.

She could never hurt him. Not his Amy.

“Don’t move,” she ordered.

She was magnificent, a she-warrior in a garter belt and stockings, and completely insane. Memories of how he felt whenever he was inside her slammed into him, when she bit and scratched him while in the throes of passion and begged him to take her or go faster. Didn’t she understand she always had the control?

One look from her and his body reacted. Her smile had the power to make his chest feel tight, and her laughter sucked the oxygen from the room, making his chest hurt and his mind foggy. And every time she said she loved him, it was like a double-edged sword coming at him at the speed of light. He felt euphoric that she loved him without any guarantee of him returning it and at the same time scared that one day she’d stop loving him, stop saying it.

He watched with utter fascination as she lifted one foot and placed it on the bed between his thighs, the tip of her shoe too close to his jewels. He couldn’t summon the energy to scoot away. Then she unhooked her garter belt from the lace-tipped stockings. Smiling saucily, she watched him through her lashes as she rolled down one stocking to the shoe and eased it off her foot, her movements deliberate and graceful.

Blood roared past his ears and his hands curled on the bedspread when she unhooked her bra and her heavy breasts spilled out, the nipples standing proud. His eyes crossed. He had enough of this crap.

“Okay, lesson over. You have me completely under your spell. ” He jumped to his feet and reached for her.

She stepped back. “No. I’ve barely started. We do this my way or…or I’ll tie you to the bed.”

She wouldn’t dare. His Amy wouldn’t, but this temptress before him would. She could have threatened him with leaving, but she wanted this. Needed this for some crazy reason. The knowledge had him sitting down like an obedient child. The sooner she was done the faster things would go back to normal.

Smiling with approval, she hooked her thumbs on her thong. The world stopped when she worked it over her hips, slowly, seductively, until she stood naked before him. The light from the bedside lamp bathed her in golden perfection; the delicate curves and the hollows, the lush beasts. Crap! He was ready to explode.

“Now, it’s your turn,” she said.

Double crap. She stood between his legs, cupped his face and kissed him, her tongue sliding inside his mouth, teasing his, drinking hungrily. He instinctively reached up and put his hands on her hips, needing to feel her softness.

She took his wrists, eased off the kiss and looked into his eyes. “No touching.”

The thought of not touching her was like a knife through his gut. He wanted to ignore her, take over and bend her to his will, maybe punish her for torturing him.

“Amy—”

“If you don’t let me love you, Eddie, I’m going to march out of here.”

“Like hell you will. You belong in here with me.”

“I know.” She cupped his face again and looked into his eyes. “I just want to love you. Why won’t you let me?”

She did every time they were together and made him feel too much. Half the time he didn’t even understand what was happening to him.

“How long do I—?”

“No questions. Just let me be in charge for once. Trust me not to hurt you.” Then she gently nudged him backwards until his back touched the bed. “Put