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CHAPTER NINETEEN
Trust the man. Ella had screamed for him to hurry up, and he forced her to wait—hallelujah. They hadn’t had sex yet, but that was a top-ten orgasm.
He’d had her hanging onto her sanity by a fingernail since he walked in all tuxed out. This was so much more.
Arms numb, lips tingling, and mind spinning, she wouldn’t let a climax-coma slow them down. She needed more of him, more of everything, and it had been too long since she’d had anything from Bishop.
“Damn, El.” His hungry eyes burned, and his chin dropped as he took in her bare body recovering from the ricochets. “You’re… perfect.”
“Oh, be quiet.”
“I’m glad you can still take a compliment.”
The reminder that he knew her so well squeezed her racing heart. Instead of finding words to acknowledge the truth, she pushed up to taste his kiss again.
He didn’t move. Didn’t open his mouth for more. But a growl,a groancollided against her lips in the minute fraction of space of their almost kiss.
Ella pulled back. What had Bishop expected? For her to take her climax and run to bed? Go nod off to sleep? No, thank you.
His green eyes had her mesmerized, making a fever run rapid down her spine. He’d never made a decision that wasn’t in her best interest. Was this him, offering her security and safety? Holding back until she gave whatever green light he might deem appropriate?
Ella shivered.
“Cold?” he asked.
“No.” Her breath shook, and she pressed her mouth to his again, needing everything he could give her. Not a kiss, more like a touch she couldn’t stay away from, and she whispered against his skin, “Don’t stop now. I already explicitly explained what I wanted.”
He tore the towel from underneath her and quickly sat her upright. Ella put her legs on either side of his black-pants-covered thighs.
“That’s better,” she said. “Cut the good guy routine.”
Bishop flexed his cock against her and dropped a kiss on her lips that possessed her soul. His tongue slid, and he sucked hers until her core clenched.
“Promise.” He bit her lip. “Nothing good guy is coming from me.”
Her reward was a hand threaded possessively into her hair, knotting its hold. His other arm wrapped around her waist.
“Thank you.”
He pressed her to his bare chest, letting her breasts sway against his smattering of light chest hair. God in heaven, he was built like a wall. Solid as a mountain, skin as hot as a fiery day.
“I like your muscles, Muscles,” she breathed against his cheek, letting his five o’clock shadow scrape roughly.
“I like your mouth, Crazy.” He flicked her lip with his tongue, lapping it with a gentle kiss.
Ella’s nipples were so tight they hurt, and she rubbed them over his coarse chest hair. The sensation had her rocking against his hard-on. Delirious for more friction, more Bishop, she let her nails dig into his biceps. “You still have on pants.”
“We’ll let me be in charge.”
She bit his bottom lip like he’d just done to her, tugging it with her teeth, then letting go and kissing it sweetly.
“Trying to leave a mark?” He tugged her hair lightly, exposing her neck.
She gasped, the vulnerability and control making her desperate to submit. “Maybe.”
He pulled her hair again and sucked behind her earlobe. “Two can play that game.”
Wriggling and feeling the sting of her hair being pulled as she moved, she couldn’t get away and never wanted it to stop. “God, Bishop.”