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Esme
I’ve forgottenhow much I love this man’s kisses.Forgotten how amazing his mouth feels as it moves against mine.Forgotten how much a single swipe of his tongue against mine ignites me on fire.
I wasn’t sure how Creed would react to Anderson’s plan.We may have spent every night since he left for New York getting each other off during phone sex, but we haven’t been physically intimate since our one night together.
Three months ago.
He seemed so steadfast in his resolve against any physical intimacy.
Not anymore.Not here.Not in this place where it’s just us.
We’re back in our bubble where we can be free to love each other without anyone using our love against us.
Creed tears away from our kiss, his heavy pants filling the space.“Bedroom.Now.”
A shiver trickles down my spine from the dominance in his voice.But if Creed wants to go to the bedroom, I’m only too happy to oblige.Even with all the fun we’ve been having these past few weeks, I’m desperate for the real thing.
I grab his hand, and pull him from the foyer, our steps quick as we head up the winding staircase and onto the second floor landing.I continue down the corridor, passing several guest rooms before finally reaching the room at the end.
The second the door closes behind us, I’m in his arms again, his mouth claiming mine in a kiss I feel in the depths of my soul.Invigorating.Enthralling.Consuming.
His desperate hands roam my body, pushing my sheer coverup down my arms.Then he finds the string securing my bikini top and yanks, the material loosening before it falls to the floor.He steers me across the room, his lips not breaking away from mine even when the back of my legs hit the mattress.His tongue continues tangling with mine, fingers caressing the contours of my frame, smoothing along my hipbone before dipping into my bikini bottom.
“Creed,” I whimper into his mouth, the promise of his touch driving me wild.
Then he moves his hand between my legs, spreading my moisture around.
“Always so wet for me, aren’t you?”
I gasp when he thrusts a finger inside of me, the sensation of fullness almost too much, especially when he presses his thumb against my clit and pinches.
“Always so greedy for me.”
“Please,” I beg, every stroke and pinch making me desperate for more.I need him everywhere.Need him inside of me.His mouth on me.His love surrounding me.
“Please what?”He moves to my neck, tongue tracing a delicious circle just below my earlobe.“Tell me what you want, Esme.”His voice becomes less demanding.More sensual.But it still turns me on.“Tell me what I can do for you.”
“Make me come, Creed.God, I need to come so bad.”
“Gladly.”He abruptly steps back, leaving me a panting bundle of need, every inch of me screaming for release.
“Creed, wha—”
Before I can utter another word, he hooks his fingers into my bikini bottoms and drags them down my legs.With an arm wrapped around my waist, he lowers me onto the bed, his body covering me as his lips find mine.
But unlike our previous kisses, this one is slow, sensual, affectionate, his tongue sweeping mine so gently I nearly cry.
I wrap an arm around his shoulders, savoring in every swipe, every nip, every caress.It still seems surreal that I’m here.That we’re together.
When Anderson called last week and asked if I’d fly out here as part of Creed’s retirement gift, I jumped at the opportunity to have five days alone with him.Even if he insisted on following the rules and not being intimate, I would have been happy just to spend time with him.
But god, am I glad he’s thrown away the rules for now.
Like all those years ago, the rules don’t matter in our bubble.
My skin lights on fire as he moves from my mouth and down my body, the roughness of his unshaven jawline a stark contrast to the tenderness as he circles my nipple with his tongue.I rake my fingers through his hair, nails digging into his scalp, every swirl of his tongue and nibble of his teeth propelling me higher.
“Please, Creed,” I beg again.“I need you.”
