Page 217 of Fury
24
THE QUICKIE WEDDING
Carrera
After Jilly left, Elsa said, “The arson detective called me. He talked to a few people on my street with surveillance cameras and asked to review them.”
“Stryker’s gonna help us out,” Carrera said.
“I hope you find something,” Elsa said.
“We will,” Slash replied.
He and Slash cleaned up while G-ma relaxed on the sofa. When they finished, they said goodnight to her. To his surprise, Slash clasped his hand as they headed toward the stairs. On the second floor, she stopped in front of the guest room. “Would you like company tonight?”
“Only if it’s you,” he replied.
She collected a few items from the guest room before they continued on to his bedroom.
After he shut the door, she set down her things, and pulled him close. “You came through for me tonight. Thank you.”
“Every. Single. Day,” he said.
She kissed him. He snaked his arms around her, deepened the embrace. This kiss was different. Not just filled with desire, but overflowing with love.
She slowed them down, dropped a soft kiss on his cheek. “Trust doesn’t come easy for me, but I’m going to put myself out there with you.”
He placed his hands on either side of her face, dipped down, and kissed her with such intensity, need ricocheted through him. She moaned into him, he devoured her, pulling her so close, no air passed between them.
“Too many clothes,” she whispered between kisses.
“Not enough love,” he replied.
“Shower with me,” she said.
Hand-in-hand they walked into his bathroom. He turned on the faucet.
While the water heated, she stripped naked. Off came his shirt, he yanked his undershirt over his head, his pants and underwear gone in seconds. They came together in a whoosh of energy. Their fingers roamed and caressed bare skin, while their tongues teased and swirled together.
Into the shower they went. He stood beneath the secondary showerhead, leaving the primary for her. Water cascaded over her beautiful body and his erection bobbed up and down in approval.
She wrapped her hand around his shaft. “I’ve got Mr. Johnson’s approval.”
“He loves you.”
“And you?”
“I love you more.”
The water poured over them while they stared into each other’s eyes. Yes, he wanted her, but he wanted to make love to her in his bed, not screw her in the shower. So, he picked upthe soap, lathered up and ran his sudsy hands over inch of the woman he loved with his entire being.
As the water rinsed away the suds on her chest, he placed his mouth over her nipple, teased her nib until it plumped. Her soft coos filled his ears as he stroked her shapely ass with a tender touch. She cupped her other breast, offered it to him, and he traced her areola with his tongue before drawing her nipple into his mouth until it too was engorged.
“Wow,” she murmured. “I want you so badly.”
“Turn around,” he ordered.
When she did, he cleaned her strong shoulders, beautiful back, but when he slipped his hand between her butt cheeks, she said, “That’s a first.”
