Forever Hers

by Walters, Ednah

  “I wasn’t talking about a drink.” She looped her fingers around the stems of the two wine glasses, gripped his shirt with her free hand, pulled him down and kissed him. Her tongue ducked between his lips to find his, an appreciative moan escaping her. He cupped her face, but before he could take over, she was gone.

  She took his hand. “Let’s go. I want something else.”

  “And what’s that?”

  “You.”

  He grinned. He loved her boldness. She was never afraid to show that she wanted him. No wonder he was crazy about her.

  Upstairs, she pushed him on the bed, poured him some wine and handed it to him with a saucy smile. “Sip and savor while I get to work.”

  ‘Work’ didn’t sound like something he’d like. Still, he settled against the pillows and took a generous sip of his drink. He forgot about his drink when she reached her side to unzip her dress, her expression changing in a way he couldn’t describe. She shimmied out of the dress, her movement slow and seductive. For one brief moment, he was sure it wouldn’t slide over her lush hips. She kicked the dress out of the way then paused, arms above her head, foot arched, hip cocked.

  She was breathtaking. The black stockings, the thong and bra contrasting with her golden skin, the garter belt following her hips. He sat up and put his drink on the side table.

  “No, no, sweetheart. Finish your wine first.”

  Eddie threw his head back and gulped the drink, draining the glass. He jumped to his feet, gripped the lapels of his shirt and pulled, buttons flying. He threw his shirt aside.

  “Eddie!”

  He paused in the process of unbuttoning his pants, taken back by her tone.

  “I want to make love to you and I can’t when you want to be in control all the time.”

  He shook his head. “What are you talking about?”

  “It is my turn to take care of your needs. You are going to sit back and enjoy it. Sit,” she ordered.

  He sat.

  She caressed his face, speared her fingers through his hair. “Every time we make love, you push me to the limit and watch me fall apart over and over again. You worry about hurting me every goddamn time even when I say I’m okay.”

  He grinned, but her eyes narrowed. She gripped his hair, titled his head backwards then leaned toward him, her breasts almost spilling from the lacy cups.

  “It’s my turn to watch you fall apart and worry about hurting you for once,” she whispered.

  She could never hurt him. Not his Amy.

  “Don’t move,” she ordered.

  She was magnificent, a she-warrior in a garter belt and stockings, and completely insane. Memories of how he felt whenever he was inside her slammed into him, when she bit and scratched him while in the throes of passion and begged him to take her or go faster. Didn’t she understand she always had the control?

  One look from her and his body reacted. Her smile had the power to make his chest feel tight, and her laughter sucked the oxygen from the room, making his chest hurt and his mind foggy. And every time she said she loved him, it was like a double-edged sword coming at him at the speed of light. He felt euphoric that she loved him without any guarantee of him returning it and at the same time scared that one day she’d stop loving him, stop saying it.

  He watched with utter fascination as she lifted one foot and placed it on the bed between his thighs, the tip of her shoe too close to his jewels. He couldn’t summon the energy to scoot away. Then she unhooked her garter belt from the lace-tipped stockings. Smiling saucily, she watched him through her lashes as she rolled down one stocking to the shoe and eased it off her foot, her movements deliberate and graceful.

  Blood roared past his ears and his hands curled on the bedspread when she unhooked her bra and her heavy breasts spilled out, the nipples standing proud. His eyes crossed. He had enough of this crap.

  “Okay, lesson over. You have me completely under your spell. ” He jumped to his feet and reached for her.

  She stepped back. “No. I’ve barely started. We do this my way or…or I’ll tie you to the bed.”

  She wouldn’t dare. His Amy wouldn’t, but this temptress before him would. She could have threatened him with leaving, but she wanted this. Needed this for some crazy reason. The knowledge had him sitting down like an obedient child. The sooner she was done the faster things would go back to normal.

  Smiling with approval, she hooked her thumbs on her thong. The world stopped when she worked it over her hips, slowly, seductively, until she stood naked before him. The light from the bedside lamp bathed her in golden perfection; the delicate curves and the hollows, the lush beasts. Crap! He was ready to explode.

  “Now, it’s your turn,” she said.

  Double crap. She stood between his legs, cupped his face and kissed him, her tongue sliding inside his mouth, teasing his, drinking hungrily. He instinctively reached up and put his hands on her hips, needing to feel her softness.

  She took his wrists, eased off the kiss and looked into his eyes. “No touching.”

  The thought of not touching her was like a knife through his gut. He wanted to ignore her, take over and bend her to his will, maybe punish her for torturing him.

  “Amy—”

  “If you don’t let me love you, Eddie, I’m going to march out of here.”

  “Like hell you will. You belong in here with me.”

  “I know.” She cupped his face again and looked into his eyes. “I just want to love you. Why won’t you let me?”

  She did every time they were together and made him feel too much. Half the time he didn’t even understand what was happening to him.

  “How long do I—?”

  “No questions. Just let me be in charge for once. Trust me not to hurt you.” Then she gently nudged him backwards until his back touched the bed. “Put your hands above your head.”

  He hesitated then complied.

  He swallowed when she grabbed his belt and pulled. He stared at her hand and the belt, not sure what she planned to do with it then sighed with relief when she threw it over her shoulder. She stroked his stomach, the feel of her hand on his heated skin both heavenly and torture.

  Carefully, she maneuvered his pants and underwear over his erection. Eddie hissed and decided he really, really hated having her in control. From the gleam in her eyes, the smile on her lips, she loved every moment of it, so he let her torture him, push him, until it hurt to breath. He swallowed, but it didn’t stop the burning in his chest.

  This went beyond the two of them and her crazy belief that he didn’t give up control when making love to her. She needed to chase her past demons away. That she chose him as her guinea pig sucked, but at the same time, he hated the thought of her doing this with another man.

  She sunk to her knees and took him in her mouth. Eddie shuddered and groaned, fought the urge to push her head away. Pull her closer. Beg her to stop. She was good. Passionate. Relentless. She drove him to the brink of insanity. Then she hummed and the sound vibrated through every bone in his body. He started to shake. The humming grew intense. She peeked at him from through her lashes. As though she knew, she’d pushed him too far, she eased off.

  “Where are the condoms?”

  “Drawer,” he croaked.

  She must have gotten one, but he either passed out or time stood still because the next second, she was straddling him. She lowered herself and took him in. All of him. Her nether muscles clung to him and he lay there too scared to move. Not because he could hurt her. He couldn’t move because he was close to peaking and embarrassing himself. Worse, the shakes didn’t lessen.

  Then she started to ride him, at first slowly as though to give him a little respite. She lifted herself until he was almost out of her then sunk back onto his hips. Skin glowing with a pearly sheen of sweat, eyes partially closed, her head flung back as she picked up tempo. She was magnificent. His goddess, seductress. She leaned toward his chest and pulled his arms, then grabbed his wrists and placed hi
s hands on her hips.

  “Love me, Eddie,” she gasped.

  He didn’t need a second urging. He met her halfway. No longer scared of hurting her, he didn’t hold back. Not with her. She was made just for him. His movement became uncoordinated. Everything he’d learned, the discipline, the iron-clad control, the last of the barriers he’d erected came crushing down. He became nothing. She was the master, the craftsman molding a new him.

  The whirling emotions inside him churned and whipped, until they reached fever pitch. Then they melted away as though they were now encoded in the fabric of his being. He reached for her, just as she did for him. Skin speaking to skin, heart to heart, soul to soul, nothing else mattered but them.

  She arched her back and cried out, coming violently, clenching him tight and triggering his orgasm. He uttered a guttural shout of triumph as she hurled him over the edge into the abyss, stars exploding in his head, body disintegrating.

  He must have blacked out because when he came to, he was on his back, his gut aching, throat tight. Amy kissed his chest, his shoulders, anywhere she could reach and murmured, “It’s okay…it’s okay.”

  She’d unmanned him. Stripped him of his dignity. Turned his world inside out. Before her, he’d had no problem living without love, shunning relationships, having physically fulfilling yet emotionally bankrupt sex, and moving on. They’d served their purpose as stress release, using women and letting them use him. Amy changed everything he’d ever believed in. But what guarantees would he have that she would always love him, want him?

  She scooted up and kissed his jaw, his lips. “I love you,” she said softly.

  Why? He hadn’t done anything to deserve her love.

  “Eddie?” she asked cautiously.

  He tried to block her voice.

  “Talk to me, baby,” she whispered. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No, you didn’t hurt me, but you proved to me and to yourself that you have an amazing ability to reduce me to a trembling, blubbering idiot.” His words were harsh and he wished he could take them back, but everything about her screwed with his head.

  “I’m sorry. Do you want me to leave?”

  Yes. “No. Stay.”

  Amy lifted her head and squinted at him. Then she brushed the lock of hair on his forehead, caressed his cheekbone. Even when he was being a total jerk, she was sweet and gentle with him.

  “Why?” he asked, studying her beautiful face.

  “Why what?”

  “Why do you love me?”

  She smiled. “I love you because of the man you are. You are a good man. Honest and honorable, loving and loyal. You give so much of yourself without asking anyone anything in return. Honestly, you’re kind of amazing.”

  She couldn’t mean the things she just said. How could he be honorable when he craved her love but was unwilling to give her his? Eddie wrapped his arm around her and rolled with her then pinned her down with his thigh. He studied her so intently she flushed.

  “What?” she asked.

  “I told you I don’t believe in love or marriage, yet you call me good?”

  She shrugged. “You were honest about it. Most men would fake interest then walk away.”

  “I’m taking from you, milking your feelings for me and you say I give without asking anything in return? That’s crazy,” he added.

  “It’s not and you do. You helped Vince go after a psycho kidnapper and got suspended for two weeks—”

  “The bastard kidnapped Jade. She’s family.”

  “You could have thrown him in jail from the moment he was implicated in the death of that antique guy. You rescued Ken from Faith’s ex-fiancé, denying yourself a trip you’d planned with a girlfriend, and you almost ran into a burning building to rescue Ron after he went in to find Ashley.”

  “Whoever told you these twisted versions—”

  “Oh shut up. Do you want me to hate you?”

  He blinked. Did he? Was he worthy of her love? “Maybe you should.”

  “Why? So you could go back to your old life? Not caring about anything but your job, not letting anyone get close? So I made you lose control tonight, big whoop. You do it to me all the time, but you don’t see me trying to trivialize your feelings or lack thereof.” She hit his chest with her fist. “You will not use my love for you to pick a fight with me, Eddie Fitzgerald. You are—”

  He cut off her tirade with his lips, rubbing them back and forth. For a brief moment, she succumbed and returned his kiss, then she tore her lips away.

  “You are not going to distract me until I have my say, damn it.”

  He buried his face in the pillow and groaned. Sometimes she talked too much.

  “You always act like you don’t deserve to be liked, loved or respected when no one is more deserving than you. Your cousins came out tonight to welcome me and Raelynn and threw her one heck of a party. Know why?”

  “They love you?” he teased, trying to lighten her mood.

  She shoved his leg off her thigh. “No, because they love you, you bonehead. Vince, Ron and Ken owe you a debt that can never be repaid, yet when they came to the lake house, you were uncomfortable accepting their help. Instead you saw them as a pain in the ass.”

  They were a pain in the ass. Eddie sat up and walked into the bathroom to get rid of the condom then walked back to the bedroom. She was waiting, the battle light still in her eyes. She’d never looked more beautiful or desirable.

  “What do you want from me?” he asked, his eyes narrowed.

  “I want you to open up to love, to be willing to give and receive it.” She grabbed her dress from the floor then reached for her stockings, giving him a view of her naked buttocks. His body reacted. Even when every word from her mouth pissed him off, he couldn’t control his response to her.

  “Are you sure this is about me?”

  She went still. “What is that supposed to mean?”

  “You saw my cousins with their spouses tonight and you suddenly want what they have, so you’re punishing me for not offering you the same thing.”

  She glared at him. “So what if I did? What’s wrong with wanting to be loved?”

  “Nothing, just don’t make me the focus of your obsession.”

  “Obsession? You wish.” She turned around as though searching for something then gave up and marched to the door.

  She was really leaving. His body clenched. He needed her. She meant everything to him. He moved and blocked her path. “Where do you think you’re going?”

  “Where do you think? Move out of my way, Eddie.”

  He crossed his arms and continued to block the door, his heart pounding so hard he was sure she could hear it. He couldn’t afford to lose her. “No.”

  “I know a gazillion ways to cause you excruciating pain.”

  He’d taught them to her and the look on her face said she would use them too.

  “You wouldn’t hurt me. You love me,” he said.

  “Not at this very moment, pal.”

  As he stared at her furious expression, the warmth he always felt in his chest whenever he was around her or even thought about her finally made sense. He loved this woman. Loved her craziness, loved her smart mouth and her loving, caring nature. He’d fought admitting his feelings to himself for days when it was obvious every time he looked at her, when he watched her with her daughter, when he made love to her. Hell, she could pull her dominatrix she-warrior move on him for the rest of his live. He didn’t care. He loved Amy Kincaid.

  Eddie grinned.

  “Oh, did I say something funny?” Amy snapped.

  “I am crazy about you, Amy Kincaid.” Saying the words was so liberating. He reached for her. “I’m completely nuts about you.”

  She stepped out of reach and stared at him as though he’d lost his mind. “That was pathetic. You’d say—”

  “I love you,” he finished

  “And do anything to get me to stay in your bed, wouldn’t you?” she continued as though he hadn’t s
poken. “There are many things you do that drive me crazy, Eddie, but using love to get your way is the lowest. Get. Out. Of. My. Way.”

  He blinked, realizing she didn’t believe him. Of course, she couldn’t. He’d practically challenged her to explain why she loved him and shot down her reasons. To turn around and say he loved her sounded insincere and calculated.

  “I know you don’t believe me, baby, but I do. I love you.”

  Her faced worked as though she was about to cry then her chin shot up and she looked at him with coldest eyes he’d ever seen on her pretty face.

  “If you don’t mind,” she spoke slowly as though measuring her words, “I want you to move out of my way now. I’m tired and I want to go to bed.”

  His timing sucked, and she wasn’t going to believe anything he said. Nodding, he stepped aside and opened the door for her. With her chin up, she marched out of his bedroom.

  Eddie watched her go, a deep loneliness settling around him like a cold mist, prickling his skin. He wanted to go after her, but she wouldn’t believe anything he said now. The time had to be right.

  A few minutes later, Eddie stared at the ceiling, missing her so much it hurt. Somewhere a phone rang then went silent. She was right. He hated losing control. From the first time they made love, he’d run the show, always making sure he pleased her first, several times, before he found his own release. She turned tables on him and he acted like a world class jerk.

  Why? Because for once in his life, he wasn’t in control. He wasn’t talking about their lovemaking. That was out of this world. Humbling. No, he was talking about his love for her. In such a short time, she’d become lodged in his mind, his heart and his dreams. He couldn't think about a future without her in it, fighting with him, driving him crazy and making him laugh.

  You always act like you don’t deserve to be liked, loved or respected when no one is more deserving than you.

  She was right about that too. He had let the past mess with his mother poison his mind to the point where he’d built a wall to protect himself. Amy and her little girl had chipped away at his wall, his prison, until it tumbled down. Even though he was uncertain about some things—whether he’d ever forgive his mother, leave the L.A.P.D. or start his business—the one thing that he was sure about was his love for Amy. He had found the woman he planned to spend the rest of his life with and the future couldn’t be brighter.