Page 76 of Bishop's Queen

“I will always keep you safe, babe.”

Her eyes bugged. “I know.”

“Good.” He squeezed her hand. “Go get dressed. I still like to spoon.” He shifted. “We’ll, I don’t know, order room service and watch movies until you fall asleep.”

Again, her heart tumbled, and her eyes brimmed with tears she didn’t want to explain to him. Mostly because she couldn’t.

“El—”

She kissed him—hard—with everything she had pent up. The heartache from leaving him too long ago. The disappointment from not chasing him down. The panic that had surged when she saw him at Titan for the first time. And the fear that he was pushing her away now.

Tears slipped down her cheeks, and he kissed her back, gripping her face and holding her as if she would run.

She wiped her eyes and put her palms over his hands, panting as she stopped kissing him. “Pleaseget undressed with me. Take off your stupid pants.”

He nodded, letting their hands fall to the side, then he lifted Ella up and onto her feet as her towel fell. Bishop stood, removed the remainder of his clothes, then took a condom from his wallet and placed it on a side table. “There. Now I’m naked with you.”

Warmth hit her cheeks. “About time.”

She sniffled. How unbelievablynotsexy was that?God.She laughed, covering her face, but then she peeked between her fingers to see him smiling. When he did that, she was sure angels sighed. He was breathtaking, and now that he was naked, every muscle was on display. He was lean and corded, bulked and shredded, statuesque… andwell-hung. Her face had turned magenta, and he took it in stride, even as she gawked and blushed, and would likely have to find her eyeballs on the floor.

Bishop took her hand. “All right, back to our chair.”

“You want to do dirty things to me on this chair?” Ella giggled because she couldn’t think straight. She was an overly exhausted, emotional basket case, dealing with the past and present. Silliness was the only thing her mind could comprehend at the moment.

Bishop’s eyes had intensified. “I want to do dirty things to you everywhere.”

Her stomach catapulted and would’ve kept spinning, but he yanked her back onto his lap. “Where did we leave off?”

“I think—”

“You were just kissing me.”

She nodded.

“Rock-star kiss.”

Ella smiled. “You think so?”

“Try me again, babe. Just to be sure.”

“That was an emotional kiss.” She rolled her eyes. “Spontaneous things like that can’t be replicated.”

“Christ. You live to challenge me.” He grabbed her face and gave her a repeat performance of her emo-kiss, minus her tears. His tongue danced with hers; his mouth consumed and devoured her in a way that made her core clench with every devastating sweep of his kiss.

His well-hung dick rubbed against her inner thigh and between her legs, where she grew slick again. As he hardened, Bishop ran his hands into her hair, pulling just enough to make her moan into his mouth, beg into his kiss. Ella arched her back and rocked against his cock. Thick and swollen for her, he flexed his hips up and stroked his shaft against her wetness, teasing her clit as he spread her folds.

“I’m no longer challenging you.” Legs spread wide over his thighs, arms draped on his shoulders, she leaned forward so that their foreheads pressed together.

Bishop wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. “You feel good.” His lips moved to her neck, his tongue licking its way to her earlobe. He gave it a tiny, sharp bite. “You have no idea how good it feels just to stroke against you.”

She slid her palms to his pecs. The rapid beat of his heart urged her on. “I need more.” Her thumbs outlined the dark disks of his hard nipples, and he sucked in a deep breath at the touch. “You like that?”

His chest rumbled, and the head of his cock teased her opening before sliding forward again. “Do it again.”

She did, and he grabbed her ass so tightly, so possessively that she almost climaxed. Ella rubbed against his shaft, gasping at the deep sensations of pain and pleasure, want and need. “God.”

“One of my favorite memories of you”—his rough grip moved to her waist and squeezed her hips—“was how you would slide down on my cock. Tight.” His chest heaved. “Slow. Like you couldn’t.”

---