“I hated myself afterward,” he said. “Every time, I fucking hated myself and felt worse. I know I have a reputation for sleeping around, but there weren’t that many, Abs. I swear.”
“Shhh. I don’t want to talk about what happened when we were apart. All I need is for you to understand that I was so broken, Bishop. And I had no idea how to fix myself, until I realized a few months ago that I couldn’t fix myself, because a part of me was missing. If I’d been in my right mind, I hope you know I would have never left you. Ever.”
He let go of me, and I reluctantly did the same, though it felt so damn good to be in his arms.
“I don’t know what will happen now with us. I do know I need you in my life.” I worked my lips together and then drew in a deep breath and let it out. I lost the battle to hold back my tears as I said, “I miss my best friend, and I want…I want him back. If you can’t forgive me then—”
My words were cut off when Bishop’s mouth captured mine.
The kiss took me by surprise, but it didn’t take me long to open to him. It was both heaven and torture. I wanted more. Needed more. My body burned to be closer to him.
Bishop’s hands came up to my face again, and he held me tight as he deepened the kiss. We both moaned, and before I knew what was happening, he swept me up into his arms and started to head out of the greenhouse.
“Wait—I didn’t water the plant.”
“We can come back,” Bishop said as he nearly ran to the house. Still carrying me, he walked through the back door and into the living room where he set me down.
I was about to tell him we needed to slow down, but then his mouth was on mine again. His kisses left me senseless.
“We should…we should stop and talk,” I gasped as his mouth moved to my neck. He placed more of those heated kisses on my skin while he pushed my coat off and let it fall to the floor.
He pulled away just long enough to remove his own coat. His eyes met mine, and he smiled. “We should,” he agreed, right before he lifted my sweater over my head.
He stopped for a moment and simply stared at me reverently. Then he reached behind his back and pulled his own shirt off, tossing it to the floor.
He ran his fingertip lightly over my exposed cleavage, and I heard myself groan.
“Or, we can keep—” He paused and kissed down my neck. “We can keep doing this and talk later.”
When he sucked my nipple through the lace of my bra, I felt my knees weaken. Bishop wrapped his arms around me to hold me up.
“Which would you rather do, Abs?” he asked, licking my nipple again through the bra. It had been so long since my body felt this way. So, so long.
“Later. Talk later,” I whimpered as he pulled the lace away and took my nipple into his mouth.
After a few seconds, he looked up at me and grinned. “I thought so,” he said before reaching behind my back and unclasping my bra.
I reached for his jeans. I needed to feel him in my hands. It had been ages, and my body physically hurt, I ached for him so badly. With shaking hands, I attempted to undo the buttons on his jeans. “I hate buttons…on…jeans. Why do you wear these?”
Bishop laughed as he pulled me toward him and pressed his mouth to mine, knocking my hands out of the way. He unbuttoned his jeans, then went to work on mine. When he finally had my pants undone, he ran his fingers along the outside of my panties and pressed lightly on my clit. I sucked in a breath.
He pulled his mouth from mine and slowly pushed my pants down with both of his hands. I held onto his shoulders as he pulled each sneaker off, then removed my jeans. He slowly moved his hands back up my legs, inch by inch, until he stood in front of me again. I shivered.
He frowned. “Are you cold?”
I shook my head. “No.”
He smiled softly, running his finger along the edge of my panties. My heart pounded so loudly in my ears, I could hardly hear myself speak.
“Touch me, Bishop, please.”
With a wicked grin, he shook his head. “Not yet. I want to taste you first, Abs.”
I swallowed hard.
He kissed my mouth, then moved his lips to my jawline and over to my ear, gently biting on my lobe. I felt his hot breath against my skin. “Can I taste you?”
“Yes!” I nearly shouted. Taking in a deep breath, I tried to repeat it without sounding like a desperate woman. “Yes,” I managed to say, but it sounded more like a breath.
Bishop cupped my face again and kissed me as he walked us backward. When my legs hit the sofa, I sat and Bishop followed me down, never once breaking the kiss.
His hand cupped my breast, and I arched my body to fill his palm with more of me. The last two years, my dreams had been filled with Bishop touching me, but that was nothing compared to the real thing.
God, I needed more. So. Much. More.
Bishop tore his mouth from mine and went to the breast he had just been playing with. He teased one nipple with his fingertips while he licked and sucked the other. I felt the tingle start to build, and I squirmed under him. Was I honestly going to orgasm from him playing with my nipples?
“Bishop, please!” I urged as I pushed his head, trying to guide him to where I needed him most.
His hooded eyes met mine. “I haven’t touched you in two years, Abby. I plan on going slow and taking my time.”
I dragged in one breath after the next and panted, “I need…I need more!” I dug my hands into the cushions of the couch.
Bishop drew back and looked at me with the sexiest smile I had ever seen on his face. “Do you need to come, sweetheart?”
All I could do was nod. My entire body was so wound up, I could feel myself trembling. A small part of me warned that we should stop. We needed to go slow. But the rest of me waited with bated breath for his touch.
With another wicked grin, Bishop began to slowly explore my body with his mouth. He placed a gentle kiss on my neck. Then he moved back to my breasts and down my stomach, where he spent time teasing me by dipping his tongue into my belly button. I let out a strangled moan.
He softly chuckled and moved down.
Down.
I sucked in a breath when he blew on the sensitive bud of my sex. “Bishop, please!” I begged.
“Abby.”
That one word caused me to snap my eyes open and meet his gaze.
“I want you to watch me make you come. I want to see you fall apart.”
I nodded. “I…I won’t look away. I swear.”
A slow, crooked smile appeared on his face before he buried his head between my legs.
“Oh God!” I cried out when he ran his tongue between my folds and sucked on my clit.
I wanted desperately to drop my head back, to close my eyes and give in to the pressure that was already building. But I also couldn’t pull my gaze away from Bishop. He looked up, staring into my eyes intensely as he slipped his fingers inside of me and flicked my clit with his tongue.
“Bishop. I’m so close I…I…oh God!”
He closed his mouth around my clit—and my entire world exploded with the most intense orgasm of my life.
I wasn’t sure what sounds were even coming out of my mouth. All I could focus on were the ripples of pleasures taking over my body while his intense blue eyes stared up at me.
When I could no longer take it, I tried desperately to push Bishop away. “No more. Please. I can’t.”