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“You like that?” His tongue licked down to her collarbone and back. “Because I love that sound.”
“What”—she gasped—“sound?”
He chuckled again then raked his teeth where his tongue had just run. “Do you know how wet you were for me?”
“Bishop,” she whimpered. They had never been that direct when they were younger. Now they’d both said things they wouldn’t have dreamed of back then. Just thinking the words were erotic, but to experience this? She could hardly stand it.
“Just for my fingers, babe?Soaking.”
Her cheeks burned as he crooned the truth. So hot, and she was still as wet as she had been.
“Do you want more than that, Ella?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“You want my cock?”
“Yes,” she murmured, drunk on the idea. “But it’s not fair.You’re still in pants.”
“I don’t care.” He rubbed her thighs straddled over him. “You need me in charge.”
Hell, Bishop didn’t just stare. He devoured. He consumed. His gaze did a million things. It was slow and sweeping, stealing her breath and making her feel like the most revered woman who had ever walked the planet she loved so much.
“And I need that too, El.”
“I’m the only one naked, Bishop.” She tried again, her voice shaking. “Let me unbutton your pants.”
He licked his lips and placed strong hands on her thighs.
“You don’t want to?” she asked.
“That’s not it.”
Ah, there they were. The problem. Or problems. But mostly, she’d left him. Or was it that she was a job now? Hours ago, she would have cringed, but somehow, knowing that at least he wanted her as much as she wanted him made theShould they? Shouldn’t they?conversation more an intellectual one and less an emotional one. Ella tried to find reason in what he might be thinking and came up empty. They were both turned on with too much baggage and a legitimate reason to go to bed.
“Somewhere along the line, I think I was going to tell you not much had changed”—she motioned between their naked chests—“with us in bed.”
His eyes narrowed.
“But,” she continued. “You’ve got some pretty rock-star moves.”
His face froze for a moment before he threw his head back and laughed. “I had rock star moves before.”
“No woman on the planet has come like I just did.”
“I made you come like that before.”
She kissed his cheek, and his hand gripped her chin, redirecting her lips onto his. “Maybe.”
“Don’t rewrite history.” He kissed her back, reminding her that there may have been truth to his statement.
So they were semi-naked and kissing. Why did he still have pants on? “It was a long time ago.”
Bishop trailed his fingertips down her spine. “True.”
“We were younger.”Screw it.She wanted him naked, so she was getting him naked. He could pull all the alpha-in-charge BS later. She unfastened the top button of his pants, taking extra care to stroke him as she did.
His eyes slipped shut, and he leaned back in his chair. “You sure, Elo—Ella?”