She felt the connection flow between them. This was why she’d waited all this time. She’d waited for a man she had a real connection to. He’d annoyed her and tempted her, but she’d felt the connection the minute she’d seen him. The minute she’d touched him, she’d felt an electricity between them. She might never feel this again.
“Tell me how this feels, love.” He teased a finger against her pussy.
“So good.” She whimpered. It was so hard to stay still, but she’d promised.
“Do you want more?”
She needed more. She needed so much more than that finger. It dipped in and out of her pussy, teasing inside. “Yes.”
“I can give you so much more, Nell.” The words were warm on her skin. “But you have to give me something first. I want your orgasm. I want to hear you come.”
His finger dove deep, and he settled his mouth over her again. He sucked her clitoris into his mouth, and Nell nearly screamed. Pleasure raced across her skin, heat filling her.
She was bigger than she’d been the moment before. She cried out, calling his name. She was less alone, happier.
Every cell in her body came alive, and she knew she’d found something important.
She settled down. Henry’s head came up. “Please make love to me. Please, Henry.”
She was ready.
Chapter Five
Please make love to me. Please, Henry.
The words rang in his head. Bishop didn’t make love. Bishop fucked. He picked his partners for their willingness to fuck and often preferred to pay for the privilege. He’d fucked prostitutes and sometimes he’d fucked for information. Not a single one of those women had looked up at him with clear brown eyes and politely asked him to make love to her.
Not one of them had praised him for the simple belief that they thought he should be praised for his skills. Nell Finn wasn’t trying to manipulate him. She wasn’t trying to maneuver him into a position where she had the power. She was just being her sweet self.
And she wanted him to make love to her, to take her virginity, to be her first man.
John Bishop didn’t make love, but maybe Henry Flanders did.
“I’ll take care of you, Nell.” He was really shocked to discover he meant every word. He would take care of this woman for as long as he could. She was foreign to him, utterly alien, but so beautiful, and her beauty came from inside. He’d known many more gorgeous women than Nell Finn, but none had challenged him the way she did. Oh, a couple had tried to kill him, but not a single one had made him think the way she did. Her ideas were naïve, but she believed them and maybe, just maybe, she was right. Maybe it took a woman like Nell to change the world, even in the smallest way.
Bishop had spent most of his life fighting in a bloody war to keep the status quo.
Her lips curved up, her hands finding his hair. “I know, Henry.”
“Nell, I…” He felt a need to reiterate the truth to her. He didn’t want to lie. He didn’t want to set false expectations. He wanted her more than he’d wanted anything in his life, but he couldn’t steal this from her.
Her dark eyes softened, her fingers smoothing his hair back. “I know, Henry.”
She knew he would leave. She knew he would walk away from her, and she was still offering herself up. She was telling him it was okay to leave her, that she would only take what he had to offer.
What the hell did he have to offer her?
Why did it not matter? Because he was going to be a selfish bastard and take her anyway. He was going to take her because she was his payment for everything he’d done. She was his prize. This tiny time with her would carry him through all the rest of the crap he had to do. He would know that what he was really protecting was Nell Finn. They would be a million miles from each other, but he would be protecting her.
He dragged his body up, the taste of her still on his tongue. She’d tasted so good. He normally never ate pussy. His exchanges weren’t so intimate, but he wanted Nell to experience everything. He had an overwhelming desire to be her first—her first real dirty kiss, her first intimacy, her first oral, her first sex of every kind. He was craving her. He had days to teach her everything.
But this first time, he was going to teach her just how good it could be.
He let his body cover hers. She was small underneath him. He loved how silky smooth her skin was, how she contrasted to him. He suddenly had a deep desire to be the man she needed, a man she would admire.
He wanted to spread her and take her, his cock dominating. He’d never wanted to dominate a woman the way he wanted power over this one, but it wouldn’t serve her. He kissed her long and slow, the argument playing out in his head. His cock and his brain were in a little war. His cock wanted to fuck her until she screamed, but his head wanted to serve her properly, to bind her to him in a way he’d never been bound before.
He kissed her nose, his brain firmly in control. He wasn’t going to be selfish, not tonight. There would be plenty of time to play his games later, but he was going to give her tenderness tonight. She was warm and wet and willing, but he wanted this to last.
“Tell me you want me.” He breathed the words against her cheek, adoring the way her arms had wound around him. He was surrounded by Nell, her skin touching his, the smell and taste of her filling his senses. He needed to hear the words. He couldn’t take this from her. She had to give it.
“I want you, Henry.” She smiled up at him. “It’s going to be okay. You’re going to do great. I just know it. Has it been a while for you?”
He felt a grin cross his face. She surprised him at every turn. “It’s been a while, but I think I can handle it.”
He could handle her. She was so fucking sweet, but it was obvious she needed someone to watch out for her. She was the kind of woman who could get lost in a cause, whether it be her protests or her friends, and forget to truly take care of herself. She needed a strong top, though the top would likely need to be stealthy. Nell would need to feel like she was in control outside the bedroom, but she desperately needed someone looking out for her.
The fact that she was in bed with him was proof of that.
His tongue tangled with hers, taking it slow and easy. He rubbed his chest against hers and felt the way her legs spread further to accommodate him. She made a place for him, cradling him between her thighs. His cock was ragingly hard, but he kept it under control, just rubbing himself against her. She was soft and warm, and so, so wet.
He inhaled her, letting her scent wash across his senses. He let his fingers find her hair, and he fisted it lightly. He was going to teach her so much while he was with her. He would show her just how he liked his cock sucked. He would thrust his cock into her mouth and spill his cum on her tongue and watch her drink him down.
His hips started to move. He couldn’t wait longer or he would be inside her without any protection, and he didn’t want that for her. The need to spill himself inside her was riding him hard, but he couldn’t take the chance. If he came inside Nell, he would have to wait around. He would have to stay to make sure she didn’t get pregnant.
She would let him. She wouldn’t stop him because she wasn’t really in control of herself any longer. He was in control. She was trusting him. It would be the simplest thing in the world to just let nature take its course and within minutes, he might be able to bind her to him in a way she couldn’t deny even if she ever found out what a fucking bastard he was.
Bishop pulled away abruptly. He couldn’t. He had to protect her.