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She glances over her shoulder.
“Will you come back?”
She smiles, a peaceful expression washing over her face.“Always.”
ChapterForty-One
Esme
“Areyou sure you’re up for this?”I ask Creed, checking my reflection in the mirror as I sit in front of the vanity in the primary suite of his townhouse.“It’s only been three weeks.You can take some more time to heal.”
He emerges from the bathroom, a towel wrapped low around his waist, his scar prominent against his previously unmarred skin.
But it’s not nearly as bad as it was three weeks ago.
Every day, he gets a little better.
And every day, his scar heals a little more.
It’ll never go away completely.He’ll always have it as a permanent reminder that he almost died.But it will also serve as a permanent reminder that he survived.
“You heard what the doctor said,” he reminds me.
“I did.”I spin around in my chair as he approaches, droplets of water still visible on his skin, his dark hair damp from the shower.“He said you need to take it easy.”
“He also said it’s okay for me to resume some normal activities.”He waggles his brows, yanking me to my feet.“I can think of a few activities I’d love to resume with you.”He buries his head in the crook of my neck, his unshaven jawline scraping against my skin.
I whimper at the combination of his lips and teeth nipping and tasting me.What I wouldn’t give to push him onto his bed and lose myself in him.Feel his body on every inch of mine.
But his doctor was quite clear on this matter.
“Remember your doctor’s orders,” I tease.“No strenuous abdominal workouts for at least two months.As he reminded you, sex is an abdominal workout.”
He groans.“This is going to be the longest two months of my life.”He pulls back, cupping my cheek.“I just want to be with you.”
“Youarewith me.”
He narrows his gaze.“You know what I mean.”
“I do.”
I can physically feel his frustration.I’m suffering through it myself.Sure, we’ve fooled around a little, especially in the past few days as his pain became more tolerable.But him using one of my toys on me or watching as I get myself off isn’t the same.I miss that connection.Miss showing him how much I crave him.
“I’ll tell you what.”I give him a sultry smile.“I’ll help you relieve some of this…pressure.”My hand grazes the taut muscles along his chest before traveling down his body, coming to rest on the edge of his towel.I tug gently and his erection springs free.“But you have to promise me something.”
He licks his lips, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.“What’s that?”
His breathing quickens as I slowly push him backward across the room, carefully lowering him onto the bed.Then I pull the sash from my robe, allowing it to fall to the floor before crawling beside him, the space between us radiating with electricity and anticipation.
“Don’t,” I begin, covering his mouth with mine before snaking down his body.“Move.”I drag my lips down his chest and stomach, brushing a kiss to his scar.Then I straddle his legs, wrapping my hand around his erection.Our eyes meet as I dart out my tongue and circle the tip.“A muscle.”
I part my lips, about to take him in my mouth.
But before I do, I look his way once more.“Do you promise?”
“Fuck yes, I do.”
“Good.”Then I wrap my mouth around him.
