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“Or this?” His fingers slide to my hips and then to my legs. He gently prises my thighs apart and finds me ready for him.
My breath comes hard. “More,” I manage to say between breaths.
He leans close to my ear while his fingers keep building me to climax. “Let’s get one thing straight. For you, I’ll give everything and more. At the very least, you have the whole of me.” His kisses dot over the swell of my stomach and lower.
“Oh,” I murmur when his kisses my clit, then slides his tongue over my labia. I buck my hips. Large hands rest gently on my thighs. I look up to catch a glimpse of Samuel’s beautiful face between my legs before I flop back on the pillow, my abs too weak. His fingers find the delicious spot while his mouth teases my clit. He sucks, flicks and licks, and I moan through the rapture.
I cry out when the colors of ecstasy fill my mind. It’s more beautiful than ayahuasca’s kaleidoscope.
Samuel gives me a moment to catch my breath. I place a hand on his cheek. “I want you,” I tell him. “Now and always.”
He turns his head and kisses the palm of my hand. “You owned me from the moment I laid eyes on you.”
20
SAMUEL
Samuel’s heart doesn’t want to slow.
His body calls to hers, the boom vibrating in his ear as loud as the 125 decibels of the white bellbird’s mating call. No matter how many times they make love, how close her body lies to his, he’ll never get enough of Eden.
For years, he embraced his safety in loneliness. He appreciates those years of being alone to truly experience the pleasure of Eden in his life.
The old Samuel still lives within him, and the same instincts of understanding a woman’s needs haven’t been lost.
When he used to go out to bars and nightclubs, he could spot the woman needing extra attention from across the room—a woman dragged out by her friends. Tell-tale signs included the way she had to hold something in her hands. Her gaze would flit around the room as though she was assessing her surroundings, and she’d nervously chug down her drink.
Those women craved to be like their friends, and he gave them the confidence to be more in tune with their bodies. Rarely did a woman say no to him. As a young man, Samuel’s good looks bewitched women. His friends also possessed unique talents. Michael spoke in French or Spanish, and the ladies became putty in his hands. Given the opportunity, Harrison would remove his shirt to bare his football-muscled body, and women flocked to him.
“What is it?” he asks when Eden winces, a hand reaching beneath her abdomen.
“Braxton Hicks contractions, I assume. Ugh. They burn.” Rolling onto her side, she brings her legs to her stomach.
His gut tightens, and his thoughts roll over to all the possibilities that could cause her discomfort. He’ll do what he can to reduce her suffering since her pain can bring him to his knees. Sliding her hands away, he gently massages the tight muscles of her abdomen. “Breathe through it.”
“I know it’s going to get a damn sight worst,” she mumbles. “But, ugh.”
“It is, and the days are passing fast. We need to discuss—”
Pushing his hands away, she uncurls. The movement is slow. “I’ve already thought it through.” Eden repositions herself to meet his gaze. “I’m going to stay and extend my visa.”
He closes his eyes momentarily while images flash through his mind of the worst possible outcome.
“Samuel.” Her hand brushes his cheek. “I need to be with you. If you can’t return to Australia with me, then I’m staying here with you.”
Are the antimalarial drugs clouding her thoughts? “It’s no longer safe.”
“Really? Is it more dangerous than the time you left me in the jungle to fend on my own when I first found you? Or when I was captured by the cannibals?” Her brow pinches, and she lets out an exasperated sound.
“Yes,” he murmurs. “These people are by far more dangerous than the Watache. There’s no reasoning with them. They’d rather shoot first and think after.”
“Well, I won’t be anywhere near those mines, which brings me back to my second part of the argument. If you’re in danger, then I don’t want you here. You should accompany me back to Australia so you can be with our daughter and me.”
Samuel’s gut tightens. Eden is even more stubborn than when they first met. Does he have to place her on the damn plane himself to keep her safe?
“I’m going to book your flight, and I don’t want to hear another word.” He gives her a stern look, but she meets him with a glare reflecting equal determination.
“And if you’re not stepping onto that plane with me, you don’t have a flying fuck of a chance of sending me away.”
