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

He hesitated then complied.

He swallowed when she grabbed his belt and pulled. He stared at her hand and the belt, not sure what she planned to do with it then sighed with relief when she threw it over her shoulder. She stroked his stomach, the feel of her hand on his heated skin both heavenly and torture.

Carefully, she maneuvered his pants and underwear over his erection. Eddie hissed and decided he really, really hated having her in control. From the gleam in her eyes, the smile on her lips, she loved every moment of it, so he let her torture him, push him, until it hurt to breath. He swallowed, but it didn’t stop the burning in his chest.

This went beyond the two of them and her crazy belief that he didn’t give up control when making love to her. She needed to chase her past demons away. That she chose him as her guinea pig sucked, but at the same time, he hated the thought of her doing this with another man.

She sunk to her knees and took him in her mouth. Eddie shuddered and groaned, fought the urge to push her head away. Pull her closer. Beg her to stop. She was good. Passionate. Relentless. She drove him to the brink of insanity. Then she hummed and the sound vibrated through every bone in his body. He started to shake. The humming grew intense. She peeked at him from through her lashes. As though she knew, she’d pushed him too far, she eased off.

“Where are the condoms?”

“Drawer,” he croaked.

She must have gotten one, but he either passed out or time stood still because the next second, she was straddling him. She lowered herself and took him in. All of him. Her nether muscles clung to him and he lay there too scared to move. Not because he could hurt her. He couldn’t move because he was close to peaking and embarrassing himself. Worse, the shakes didn’t lessen.

Then she started to ride him, at first slowly as though to give him a little respite. She lifted herself until he was almost out of her then sunk back onto his hips. Skin glowing with a pearly sheen of sweat, eyes partially closed, her head flung back as she picked up tempo. She was magnificent. His goddess, seductress. She leaned toward his chest and pulled his arms, then grabbed his wrists and placed his hands on her hips.

“Love me, Eddie,” she gasped.

He didn’t need a second urging. He met her halfway. No longer scared of hurting her, he didn’t hold back. Not with her. She was made just for him. His movement became uncoordinated. Everything he’d learned, the discipline, the iron-clad control, the last of the barriers he’d erected came crushing down. He became nothing. She was the master, the craftsman molding a new him.

The whirling emotions inside him churned and whipped, until they reached fever pitch. Then they melted away as though they were now encoded in the fabric of his being. He reached for her, just as she did for him. Skin speaking to skin, heart to heart, soul to soul, nothing else mattered but them.

She arched her back and cried out, coming violently, clenching him tight and triggering his orgasm. He uttered a guttural shout of triumph as she hurled him over the edge into the abyss, stars exploding in his head, body disintegrating.

He must have blacked out because when he came to, he was on his back, his gut aching, throat tight. Amy kissed his chest, his shoulders, anywhere she could reach and murmured, “It’s okay…it’s okay.”

She’d unmanned him. Stripped him of his dignity. Turned his world inside out. Before her, he’d had no problem living without love, shunning relationships, having physically fulfilling yet emotionally bankrupt sex, and moving on. They’d served their purpose as stress release, using women and letting them use him. Amy changed everything he’d ever believed in. But what guarantees would he have that she would always love him, want him?

She scooted up and kissed his jaw, his lips. “I love you,” she said softly.

Why? He hadn’t done anything to deserve her love.

“Eddie?” she asked cautiously.

He tried to block her voice.

“Talk to me, baby,” she whispered. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, you didn’t hurt me, but you proved to me and to yourself that you have an amazing ability to reduce me to a trembling, blubbering idiot.” His words were harsh and he wished he could take them back, but everything about her screwed with his head.

“I’m sorry. Do you want me to leave?”

Yes. “No. Stay.”

Amy lifted her head and squinted at him. Then she brushed the lock of hair on his forehead, caressed his cheekbone. Even when he was being a total jerk, she was sweet and gentle with him.

“Why?” he asked, studying her beautiful face.

“Why what?”

“Why do you love me?”

She smiled. “I love you because of the man you are. You are a good man. Honest and honorable, loving and loyal. You give so much of yourself without asking anyone anything in return. Honestly, you’re kind of amazing.”

She couldn’t mean the things she just said. How could he be honorable when he craved her love but was unwilling to give her his? Eddie wrapped his arm around her and rolled with her then pinned her down with his thigh. He studied her so intently she flushed.

“What?” she asked.

“I told you I don’t believe in love or marriage, yet you call me good?”

She shrugged. “You were honest about it. Most men would fake interest then walk away.”

“I’m taking from you, milking your feelings for me and you say I give without asking anything in return? That’s crazy,” he added.

“It’s not and you do. You helped Vince go after a psycho kidnapper and got suspended for two weeks—”

“The bastard kidnapped Jade. She’s family.”

“You could have thrown him in jail from the moment he was implicated in the death of that antique guy. You rescued Ken from Faith’s ex-fiancé, denying yourself