Authors: Evelyn Adams
“You’re safe now,” he said, gently forcing her to meet his gaze. “I will not let anyone touch you ever again.” Thinking about the photo, he deliberately relaxed his hands and his expression. The urge to kill the men responsible was so strong, he practically vibrated with it, and the last thing he wanted to do was scare her with his reaction. He’d take care of her and then he’d make sure the men who’d taken her were dealt with.
JULIE COULDN’T BELIEVE ERIC WAS beside her, holding her. She hadn’t thought she’d ever see him again, sure she’d die at the hands of the men who’d kidnapped her. She still had questions about who they were and how her brother got mixed up with them. Jackson and his men had shoved through the door and found her before Caleb answered any of her questions. She wasn’t thinking about any of that – not now, not while she was here in Eric’s arms. There would be plenty of time to sort things out tomorrow. Tonight she’d be content to love him. To be loved by him.
Eric helped her from the car and led her to his private elevator. He never took his hands off of her, cupping her elbow, his palm a warm steady presence resting on the small of her back. With the exception of the few moments it took him to get into the car, he’d been touching her, holding her since he burst through the door at the warehouse.
The elevator door slid closed and Eric pulled her back into his arms. Her cheek rested against his chest, while his arms went around her, sheltering her with his body. She worked at the Velcro on his vest, desperate to be closer to him. She wanted to feel the warm steady beat of his heart under her hand.
He caught her chin with his hand, tipping up her face for a kiss. What started as a reassurance, a simple brush of lips, quickly morphed into something much hotter – more urgent. He drank her in, and she met his tongue thrust for thrust. Tasting, teasing, breathing through him.
The elevator door slid open, and Eric broke the kiss just long enough to key in the code to the front door. Then he scooped her up into his arms, met her hungry mouth with his own and carried her down the hall, not stopping until they reached the master bath. Setting her down, he made quick work of stripping off her ruined Henley. His jaw clenched tight when he reached for the hem of the tank top.
“It’s Caleb’s,” she said.
He nodded, and she could tell there was more that he wanted to know. He didn’t seem to know how to ask, and his body seemed strung so tight. She didn’t wait for him to figure it out. The reality wasn’t as bad as what she thought he was imagining.
“The head guy cut my shirt and bra while his goons held me. I was scared – terrified actually, but he didn’t really hurt me. Slapped me around a little but nothing more.” She tried to sound reassuring but saying it out loud brought the terror back, and she wrapped her arms around herself.
“Nothing more? You shouldn’t have had to deal with any of it. God, Jules, I was going out of my mind thinking of you alone with those animals.” Instead of wrapping her in his arms the way she wanted, he clenched his hands by his sides, the skin across his knuckles stretched white with the strain of staying still.
She needed him, needed his hands on her, burning away the fear and uncertainty. She forced herself peel her arms away from herself and shivering with cold and left over adrenaline, she reached for him. “I am okay,” she said, resting her fingertips on his forearm. The muscles bunched under his skin, and she ached to have his strength, shielding her. “Or I will be if you hold me. Please Eric, I need you to love me. Wash me clean. Make me warm again.”
“Oh cher.” He pulled her into his arms, holding her so tight she struggled to catch her breath. It was exactly what she needed. “I’m so sorry. I can’t stand that I couldn’t protect you. I’m sorry I let my feelings of failure get in the way of taking care of you. You don’t have to ask me to love you. I couldn’t stop if I tried.”
He pressed a kiss to her hair and then dropped to his knees in front of her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his forehead against her stomach for a moment before turning his attention to her boots. He pushed up her jeans just enough to tug down the zipper on her calf-high boots. She let her hands rest on his shoulders, steadying herself as he tugged them off of her feet. The tile was warm against her cold toes, and she felt her body start to thaw.
With single minded focus, he unzipped her jeans, tugging them down her legs and helping her step free of them. When she stood in front of him in only Caleb’s tank and her panties, he cupped her hips and pressed his lips to her stomach. The gesture was so tender and unexpected from a man as strong as Eric. Having him kneel at her feet, his need to touch her, obvious in his every movement, stole her breath. She tangled her fingers in his hair, anchoring him to her, and they froze, held together in their mutual need.
Julie slid her hand along his face to rest her palm against the stubble across his jaw, cradling him while he clung to her. Every fiber in her body cried out for him, her heart swelling to near breaking with love for the man on his knees in front of her. He turned his face to brush his lips over the center of her hand, the tender kiss calling the nerves in her body to life for him. With deliberate slowness, he worked his way over her palm and up the sensitive skin of her wrist, laying a trail of kisses along her inner arm.
The breath caught in her throat, and her nipples pebbled tight in the wake of his teasing touch. When his lips reached the inside of her elbow, he licked, his tongue hot on her flesh, and she sucked in a breath. She felt him smile against her skin and something inside her melted. If he could smile, they could be okay.
Julie reached for him, urging him to his feet, but before he stood he hooked his fingers in her panties and dragged them down her legs, baring her to his mouth. His tongue snaked through her damp curls, flicking and teasing her swollen clit, before he kissed his way to the top of her sex. He bit gently, scraping his teeth over her fleshy mound and then he rose, peeling the tank top off of her as he stood.
He paused, his gaze focused on her bare breasts, and she knew he was seeing the photograph the kidnappers had sent in his mind. It was the last thing she wanted him to be thinking about when he looked at her naked body. She slid her hands up her body to cup her breasts, holding them out like an offering. She watched his expression shift from anger to hunger, and when she rubbed her thumbs over the tight beads of her nipples, he drew in a deep breath, nostrils flaring, and she knew he was back in the present with her.
Covering her hands with his, he took over stroking her aching nipples, and she arched, pressing her breasts into his strong rough hands, so unlike hers and so perfect in their contrast. Eric traced circles with his thumbs until her breath was coming in shallow gasps, and she was desperate for more. When she thought she couldn’t take another moment of his teasing touch, he bent, claiming her nipple with his lips, suckling her and molding her flesh with his mouth.
She clung to his shoulders, lost in the feeling of his mouth on her. Back bowed and legs shaking, she gave herself over to him, trusting him not to let her fall. He moved from one breast to the other, drawing her deep into his mouth, sucking hard as her sex swelled and her clit ached. Every rhythmic pull of his mouth forged a line between her nipples and her clit so that by the time he raised his head from feasting on her, she was so wet and desperate for him to fill her.
Julie reached for the Velcro closures on his vest, fingers trembling in her hurry to get to his naked skin. Eric caught her hands and turned her, steering her toward the shower. He pressed some buttons on the consoles starting the water, and in moments the room began to fill with steam. Opening the shower door, he tested the temperature, before gently urging her inside.
She looked at him, puzzled. She didn’t want to shower alone. She didn’t want to be away from him for a minute.
“I’m coming, cher. I won’t let you out of my sight, but you’re cold. Get under the warm water, and I’ll be right there,” he said, stripping off his clothes as he spoke.
She stood under the hot spray, letting the water wash away everything she didn’t want to deal with yet, and watched as Eric bared his strong body. With the vest gone, his damp T-shirt clung to the muscles of his chest and abdomen, emphasizing every dip and valley. He pulled the shirt over his head, revealing inch after inch of strong warm skin, and her mouth watered. She itched to get her hands on him, to trace the lines of his muscles with the tip of her tongue.
He kicked off his boots and pulled off his jeans and boxer briefs, freeing his cock, thick, hard and jutting from his body in a way that made her sex clench. As she watched, he opened the shower door and stepped inside, closing the distance between them. His body blocked the spray from one side, and she moved into the circle of his arms, taking warmth from his body instead of from the water.
His hands slicked over her back in slow smooth strokes, and his cock wedged between them, pressing into the soft mound of her belly. Julie wrapped her arms around him, pressing her cheek to his wet chest and let the hot water and hotter man dissolve everything but the feeling of his strong body tight against hers.
Eric held Julie, naked and wet, in his arms and said a silent prayer of thanks that she was home safe with him again. He’d had a moment earlier when he couldn’t help but remember the way she looked in the kidnapper’s photo, her bare skin and the tracks of tears running down her cheeks. He’d managed to shake it off. Julie helped him. He loved watching her touch herself, holding her breasts out for him, and he’d worked hard to stay with her in the present. He couldn’t take care of her if he was too busy fighting his own demons.
Now that he had her back, his whole focus shifted to making sure she felt safe, making sure she felt loved, making her come.
He let go of her just long enough to squirt some shower gel into his palm and then he started to wash her, covering her body in bergamot scented suds. Turning her to face away from him, he positioned her so that the rain shower soaked her in a gentle spray of warm water. She tipped her head back, letting the water soak her long dark hair. Her eyes drifted closed, her lips slightly parted, and he fucking loved that it looked like she was starting to relax.
He kneaded her shoulders, working the soap into a creamy citrus scented lather, before sliding his hands down her arms. Catching her fingers in his, he raised her arms above her head and placed her hands flat on the shower wall. Stretched out naked in front of him, her skin flushed from the heat of the water, she was one of the sexiest things he’d ever seen. He watched her for a moment, soaking in the way the soap slid off the backs of her hands, the way it ran between her shoulder blades down her spine to the cleft of her ass.
He reached for her, his hands following the path of the bubbles, sliding down the back of her arms, skimming the sides of her body to rest on the gentle swell of her hips. Stepping closer, he let his cock press against the small of her back while his hands slid around to the front of her body, his fingers splayed over the soft mound of her stomach. He stroked higher, circling her ribcage before finally cupping the full swell of her breasts. He teased and stroked, washing her as he worshipped her skin. With slick soapy fingertips, he pinched and rolled her nipples, tugging them to tight peaks.
Julie arched her back, standing on her tiptoes so that his aching cock wedged against the cleft of her ass. He had to count in his head to keep from bending her over and sinking balls deep into her hot little cunt, but this was about her. He’d make love to her, but not until he made her come and he knew she was swollen and desperate and aching for him. He squeezed her breasts, his hands sliding over her rounded flesh, alternating slow caresses using his palms with sharp quick pinches to her red nipples.
When she started to whimper and rock back into his cock, he slid one hand down the front of her body, over the soft mound of her belly to the slick seam of her sex. His other hand trailed along the path of her spine, following the indent to the dimples at the top of her ass. His fingertips dipped and traced the small divots before slipping lower to tease the sensitive flesh between her cheeks. He explored her delicate folds, rubbing circles over her straining clit while he dipped and teased her anus with the index finger on his other hand.
Keeping his thumb on her clit, Eric slid two fingers inside her as his other finger breached her tight ring of muscle. He set up a rhythm, thrusting with his fingers, keeping pressure on her clit. Julie spread her legs wider giving him better access to her sex. When he felt her channels tighten and start to milk him, he pulled his hand away and dropped to his knees in the shower.
“Nooo!” she said with a wail.
He licked into her, and her protests turned into gasps. Gripping her hips, he turned her to face him so he could bury his face in her sweet pussy, lapping at her while the water ran down his back. He drew her labia into his mouth, tugging gently with his teeth while his tongue stroked and teased her swollen flesh.
“Please, please,” she begged, clutching his wet hair and tossing her head from side to side.
“Please what, cher?” he murmured against her sweet flesh.
“Make me come. Oh God, please make me come.”
He growled his agreement, hooking an arm behind her knee and raising her leg to his shoulder, opening her to his delicious assault. Thrusting two fingers into her tight wet channel, he wrapped his lips around her clit and started to suck. He listened as she gasped and cried, taking his cues from her body, increasing the pressure of his mouth on her swollen clit when her muscles started to milk his fingers. Licking, sucking, tasting her, he kept going with the onslaught of his mouth on her sex even after her orgasm had her sagging against the tiled wall.
When she was yanking on his hair, urging his mouth from her quivering sex, he stood, letting her leg slide from his shoulder to the crook of his elbow. Bending his legs, he thrust his throbbing cock into her waiting cunt. The momentum lifted her onto her toes, pressing her back into the shower wall. Keeping her body balanced against the tile, he hooked her other leg with his elbow and lifted her in her arms, spreading her wide as he thrust into her with punishing force.