Page 63 of The Heart of a Painter (As I Am 1)

His breathing slowed. “Why?”

“Because I’mhere and I’mnot going anywhere. I’ll wait for you. For when you’re truly ready, which might possibly be never and that’stotally okay, but when you are, we could talk through it.”

“Erin, you didn’tpressure me into doing it.” He brushed his lips to mine, sending achill from the base of my neck down to my toes with its tenderness. “Even if it won’tbe easy, it’ll be astep in the right direction for us.”

“No.” Ipressed our mouths together, then withdrew, staring deep into his eyes. “You waited for me, you were patient with me, and it was everything Ineeded. Now it’smy turn to give you everything you need. We’ll take life as it comes.”

He planted amillion little kisses on my forehead, eyes, cheeks, and chin, tickling my face with his beard. He nuzzled my nose again and pressed his forefinger to my chest. “What Iwant is to stay here forever.”

My arms moved around his neck as he scooped me up in his embrace like Iweighed nothing. “Thomas,” Ilaughed, genuinely, wholeheartedly, “what are you doing?”

“Ithink we need abath.” He climbed the stairs, his tone husky.

Itwisted my head to my armpit. “Do Ismell?”

“Oh yeah, Erin. You reek and need to be thoroughly cleaned.” He halted on the staircase, looking like what could only be described as hunger. “Every part of you, starting with the area here.” He rubbed my two holes from outside my pants, and my grasp on his neck weakened. My whole body weakened.

“You’re so bad, making me think Istink.” Ifound enough strength to lift myself to his neck and bite him hard.

Thomas groaned. “Aren’tpunishments supposed to be deterring?”

“So, so bad, that’swhat you are.” Isnuggled to this awful man tighter until he placed me on the bathroom tiles, separating us for awhole second.

As soon as my feet hit the floor, Thomas’slips were back on mine, walking us backward, his hands all tangled in my hair. My back hit the marble bathroom walls and Iwas locked between the cold it spread on my back to Thomas’sscorching, pressed body on my front. Bound in aheady mixture of ice and fire, my body gave in to him, melting for his old, arduous soul.

He felt it too, felt this was something more, his intensity rising and bringing me to him. He wasn’tgentle when he placed his knee right between my thighs and pulled on my hair, forcing my face to lift up to his, and kissed me even harder than before.

Desperation couldn’tdescribe what I’dbeen experiencing, what I’dbeen consumed by. Iclung to his shirt, tugging on it fervently. He groaned and nipped on my bottom lip when his palm hit flat against the wall next to my ear, pinning himself to me, his erection grinding against my stomach.

The movements became urgent, his burning desire for me sending sparks from my core like athousand suns, lighting up my heart, nurturing and amplifying my own need for him.

In the few hours we were apart, Imissed the fresh smell of his shampoo, the pleasure Ireveled in as he stroked my skin, his throbbing cock as Igave him pleasure in return. Ireleased his shirt, sliding my hand down to unbutton his jeans, my eyes rolling as Iimagined its velvety and silky texture in my palm.

Thomas’slow rumble sent shivers through me as Icurled my fingers around him.

“Erin…” He breathed. “Fuck.”

He dropped his hands to my jeans, still ensnaring me in his gaze when he flicked open the button with askillful, smooth move.

“Ijust love feeling your skin,” he mumbled, his voice dropping lower as he licked me from my ear down to my jaw.

The wall saved me from crumbling to the floor, my weak knees barely supporting me when Thomas said, “Your smell, how you clench these soft thighs whenever I’mnear them.”

He proved his point by sliding afinger into my panties to my clit, and the fierce need overtook me, pressing my legs together just to have more of him.

“Exactly that.” He sunk his teeth into my neck, aslow smile tugging on them.

Thomas rubbed my pussy, while tearing off my cardigan. My shirt and bra came off next, amess of clothes piled on the floor as my relentless lover got me naked between kisses and moans.

Then time stood still, going in slow motion as he ripped off his shirt, revealing his delectable sketched abs one inch after the other. Ididn’tcare that he caught me ogling; Ididn’tcare about the twinkle in his eyes as he stripped off his jeans and boxers even slower.

Isnapped out of my daze and worshiped his body with my lips, suckling his chest and grabbing his bare butt, pulling his exposed flesh to mine. His head dropped, breathing in my hair, shoving his hand inside it and keeping me glued to him.

His harsh breaths filled my ears, both of us getting restless as he pushed me back to the wall. He angled my head up to meet his mouth, the other one working on opening me further, two of his fingers fucking me in the middle of that room.

He broke free from me and whispered, “I’mgoing to have so much fun with that wet cunt.”

Iwasn’tadirty talker, but when Thomas said those things, shit, they stirred my insides.

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