Page 41 of Risking Immortality

“Don’t bother?”

“Feeling guilty. I loved my birthday, but it’s nothing compared to your health.”

“Still.”

“No, enough!” I’m having mistress fantasies. Erin would look superb in black leather. “I’m staying with you until you feel well enough to go home.”

“Get comfy then, because I’m about to fall asleep.” Erin wiggles herself into a better position. She is so comfortable. I breathe in her cherry smell and let myself fall just a little more.

For three days and nights, Erin stays by my side. Having her hold me through the night increases my healing substantially. Now, though, she is getting irritated with me. She wants me to tell her the truth, but I’m not ready.

“Okay, you’ve finished brunch and you’ve had an hour sunbathing,” Erin begins, her tone curt. We are still at my parents’ house. “You’re obviously feeling better, so it’s time to talk.”

Sitting up from my position on the sun lounger, I prepare myself. “Okay.” Erin seems a little surprised I’ve agreed. “You’re right. I don’t have an ulcer. I do have a…” What? Disease? Virus? “…health issue that is rare. The injections help but aren’t a cure.”

“Is there a cure?”

“Not as yet. But Dr. Mendhi is positive he is close.”

“Why do I feel you’re still lying to me?” Christ.

“Erin, I know I scared you, and I can’t promise I won’t fall ill again. But I don’t want our relationship to be all about it. We’ve gone on a handful of dates. I want to concentrate on that, on us.”

“I’m not going to push you, Amelia. But, if you want there to be an us, you have to trust me.”

“Please trust me that, in time, I will tell you everything. Please, Erin, just let me have this time with you.” I scoot closer to her, my face pleading.

“Fine,” she grumbles, but it’s playful. I smile widely, taking her face in my hands and kissing her breathless.

“Want to take a nap with me?” My voice is silky smooth. I have no intention of napping. My libido is through the roof.

“Are you trying to take advantage of me, Ms. Loch?” God, I love it when she says my name like that.

“Well, we’ve had three dates. Aren’t you supposed to put out now?” That earns me a smack upside the head.

“That’s no way to charm a lady into bed, Amelia.”

“How about the floor? Couch? Oh, kitchen worktop. You wouldn’t believe the things I could do to you on that!” Her eyes widen and her nose flares. Yeah, she’s as turned on as me. We’ve been fighting this for a while now. I’m almost positive that if I hadn’t had that unfortunate bloody episode, we would have been with each other physically that night.

“Where are your many family members?” she asks against my lips.

“They took the boat out for the day,” I reply, taking her bottom lip between my teeth.

Erin moves with such speed I’m almost bowled over. Straddling my thighs, I hold her close with my hands planted firmly on her ass. The kiss we share is far from sweet. It is demanding and forceful. Clearly Erin is as frustrated as me.

We’re only dressed in bikinis, so stripping Erin down to her delicious skin will take me seconds. However, I want to savor her, trace every inch of her body as she pushes into me, her pussy seeking purchase through her scanty swimwear.

Erin has her hands in my hair. The gentle scrape of her nails is driving me wild. Slowly, I guide us down to the floor. Making our way to my room isn’t an option. It’s too far away and I’m losing control. In one swift move, I rip off her top, causing her breasts to spill out. They are perfect and ready to be in my mouth. My tongue has a mind of its own, as do my hands. As my fingertips skim over her ass cheeks, my mouth devours her left nipple.

“Christ, Amelia, touch me,” Erin whimpers. I’m having too much fun sucking on her nipples and massaging her ass. “Amelia,” she groans. There is something stirring in me. A frenzied energy I can feel building from my toes.

Shifting, I tug her bikini bottoms off, throwing them to the side. My ears are buzzing. I can only see Erin’s body, only hear her breathy moans. My world has narrowed to an Erin-shaped pinpoint. My knees are on fire from the hard floor, but it’s nothing compared to the avidity I have for Erin’s pleasure. I want her dripping down my face as she writhes.

Her nipple pops from my mouth as I travel lower, grazing my teeth down her stomach. My hands leave the curves of her ass to slide up the back of her thighs. As soon as they reach her knees, I open her wide. The moment deserves a second of silent reverence. Erin is spectacular. Her soft wet folds glisten under the Californian sun. My eyes drift from her pussy up her abdomen to her flushed chest.

Sapphire blue eyes penetrate through to my wanting soul. I am helplessly propelled toward her. I take as much of her into my mouth as I can. Erin’s hips move in time with my tongue. The hold she has on my hair is painful and I want her to do it more.

“Oh fuck,” she pants. I eat her out with an insatiable appetite. The frenzied energy that was building is now a swarm in my head. I’m deaf to the world, even to Erin. Something is changing. It’s like I’m on the precipice of something wonderful, but I can’t quite reach it.

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