A Voice for my Soul to Sing by Wolfe Scarlet

Author:Wolfe, Scarlet [Wolfe, Scarlet]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-11-08T22:00:00+00:00

Exploration Therapy

Eric

After our talk, Brooke pulls herself up into my lap and wraps her arms around my neck.

“Thank you for being so kind to me.”

“You don’t deserve any less.”

She slowly leans in and kisses me. It’s sweet, soft and tender. It’s the definition of Brooke. I hold the back of her neck, massaging her scalp with my fingertips. I can’t get close enough, needing to taste and touch all of this woman who deserves to be cherished every day of her life, especially after the crappy one she’s been given so far.

Our kiss becomes heated, so I lower her to the other end of the couch, and lie on top of her. The taste of the salty ocean on my tongue as I lick and nip her neck is erotic and fuels my intent to touch every part of her. She glides her hands up inside the back of my t-shirt, and the feel of her sultry touch has my body aching for us to be skin to skin.

“Tell me you want me to stay tonight, Brooke.”

“No.”

“Tell me you want me to stay.”

“I’m not having sex with you today.”

“OK, now, tell me you want me to stay here tonight.”

“No, Eric.”

“Yes, Brooke.” My tongue swirls around her ear as my hand navigates the contours of her breast, waist and hip. She whimpers, and it almost sends me over the cusp. “Tell me you want me to stay here tonight. I’ll sleep in another room if you want.”

“Why do I have to say it?”

“Because I’ll only stay if you want me to,” I whisper.

She pulls my head to her face and plunges her tongue into my mouth before she’s tugging on my shirt. I lean up and yank it over my head before I reach down and pull off her tank top, exposing the green bikini that looks so hot on her.

I move down her body, kissing her chest while my fingers skim across the waistband of her shorts. She’s panting and squeezing my shoulders.

“Eric, we shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Who says?”

“Why are you doing this to me?”

“Doing what? Making you feel good?” I ask between kisses along her firm stomach.

“You know what I mean.”

“No, I don’t. ‘Shouldn’t’ doesn’t count. If you tell me you don’t want to do this, then I’ll stop.” I unbutton her denim shorts and sit at the other end of the couch. I bore my gaze into her as I start inching them down. “Tell me you want me to touch you.”

“I told you I’m not having sex with you.”

“I didn’t say we were having sex. Tell me you want me to keep touching you, Brooke.”

“No, Eric. I’m not saying it.” She furrows her brow.

“You’re getting pissed.”

“Yes, because you keep doing this to me.”

“You should be pissed. You should be angry that you’re sexually frustrated since in the past, someone didn’t care if you felt pleasure in bed.”

“How do you know?”

I tilt my head. “He was all about himself, Brooke.” I have her shorts to her knees.

“Tell me you want me to touch you.

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