HAPPY FOREVER AFTER

“Talk to me, baby” he said, his voice gentle and coaxing.

“I don’t pretend to understand why you want it this way,” she said, “If we are not hiding, we are basically in a relationship. I’m not insulted or anything, I know this is a personal thing for you, I understand that”

“But?” he asked.

“But I don’t know if this is something I can deal with.”

“I don’t, either. That’s why I want you to think about it for as long as it takes. I don’t want either of us to get hurt.”

“I vote for that.” Emma said.

He smiled again. Touched her cheek with the back of his hand. “I hope the answer is yes, but I will understand a no.”

She opened her mouth, but she couldn’t think of what to say. He had taken her by surprise, and a hundred thoughts tumbled in her head.

Daniel took care of the problem neatly by standing up. So he would leave, and she would ponder. Good thing she didn’t need any sleep or she would be in trouble.

Then she looked up at him and saw a wicked gleam in his gaze, a hot promise. He held his hand out to her. “I believe I interrupted something.”

She put her palm in his, and he pulled her to her feet straight into his arms.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered. “And I can’t get you out of my mind.”

She smiled. “I don’t know, Daniel, I’m not sure I’m sophisticated enough for all this.

He kissed her chastely, then sought her gaze again. “I understand, but think about it. Take as long as you need.”

Stepping back, he took her hand once more and led her toward her bedroom. Only he made a slight detour to the bathroom. “I wouldn’t want you to skip your bath because of me,” he said, his voice as steamy as the air in the room.

She felt his hands on the collar of her robe, and she undid the belt as if they had been planning this for days. He kissed her neck as he snipped her bare, then, from behind as he continued to nibble and lick, he ran his hands over her chest, moving slowly, inching his way to cup her breasts.

He rubbed the flat of his palms in slow circles, just brushing her hardened nipples. She shivered with the sensation. Daniel stopped and walked over to the side of the tub. “Get in,” he said.

She obeyed in what felt like slow motion.

The water was still nice and warm, and he held her hand as she stepped in. She shivered again, a quick frisson that gave her goosebumps and harder nipples.

Bracing her hands on either side of the tub, she sank into the perfumed water, moaning as she was cradled in warmth. Shutting her eyes, she leaned back and ran her hands over her slick stomach to her breasts.

His moan made her look, and she was grateful to see that he was taking off his shirt. It would be tight, but they could both fit, with a little maneuvering.

She sighed again, waiting for Daniel to finish undressing, staring at his incredible chest, then back to his face. He was achingly handsome. Far more gorgeous that she ever dreamed of being, and she knew that his looks were part of her desire to say yes. Was that wrong? Was it shallow to want him because he was beautiful? Because he was Daniel?

God, she had no idea. How could she?

What if she said yes, and then she found out later she had been mistaken? What if she got hurt.

Daniel moved, and she saw that he hadn’t taken anything off but his shirt. He knelt by the side of the tub, reached over to her shelf and got the sea sponge and the bath gel. He grinned as he poured a liberal amount of the green goo into the sponge, then played with it until it was all suds.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

He laughed. “What does it look like?,” he said.

Then he squeezed some suds onto her chest, between her breasts. “I think this is going to take a while. So if you need more hot water, you just say so.”

“No, no. I’m fine. I’m…”

He smiled at her as he moved the sponge to her body and began a long, slow, circular caress. “What?” he asked.

“I don’t know anymore.”

“Good. Now close your eyes and let me do all the work.”

“If you stop, Daniel, I will kill you.” she said.

He chuckled just as her eyes closed.

The sponge moved down her belly. It was a dream, something so lovely she couldn’t have imagined it on her own. She felt special, beautiful and more desirable than any woman on earth.

Which was an illusion. She wasn’t, and she’d never be. She was still Emma Green even if Daniel Rohan wooed her. Emma Green, who had made every wrong decision a girl could make when it came to men. Who had sworn that the next man she went out with would be the marrying kind. The ordinary kind. The boring kind.

The sponge moved down to the juncture of her thighs, and then the sponge disappeared and it was his hands, his fingers, that touched her just so… She would think later.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Daniel watched her face as his finger played along her nether lips. With her eyes closed, her face flushed and relaxed and her hair spiking wildly, she looked like sensuality itself. He drank her in like wine, his need to please her as acute as the stiffening in his slacks.

He dipped inside her and her mouth opened in a perfect O. She inhaled deeply holding the breath as he slowly rubbed her clit.

“You like that?” he asked.

She nodded.

He leaned closer to her ear. “Talk to me.”

“Oh, my.” Emma moaned.

He couldn’t help but grin. “Tell me what you like. What you need.”

“Deeper,” she said, her voice soft and thick.

He obeyed, and she arched in the tub, her breasts corning out of the water wet, hard tipped, lush.

“What do you want?” he asked again.

“More.”

Instantly obeying, he slipped two fingers into her, remembering to thrust deeply.

The rosy flush spread across her neck and face making her impossibly more beautiful. He wanted to be in the tub with her-

“You,” she said.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“I want you. Need you. In here with me.”