Page 57 of Tears of Gold

Fight, Faith.

“Let’s get a scan,” I whisper the words, not allowing myself to get swept away on a tide of panic. “Then we will know if lentils are things.”

The smile on his face warms my insides, spreading all the way through me until I’m smiling too.

I can do this.

Eli. Lentils. Fighting. TV shows. Degrees. Everything.

I can do it all.

Even love.

Fourteen

“Wakey wakey.”

I groan and fling my hand over my head.

“You can’t make me,” I grumble.

Fingers trail up my thigh, dancing a sensitive pattern across my skin. He can wake me up. I lower my arm and glare, but he’s got a stupid grin on his face. “Ah, Faith, you are awake.”

I stretch towards his touch, my body running with warmth, my toes pointing as I move myself so his fingers slip where I want them. He doesn’t disappoint, his lips grazing mine as his hand dips between my thighs.

I could wake up like this every day.

I sigh as pleasurable waves flow through me while Eli’s fingers massage a lazy rotation on my clit. His other hand runs across my breasts, teasing my nipples into standing to attention. There is nothing I enjoy more than a lazy Saturday morning with this man. Leaning down, he sucks one pebbled nipple into his mouth, pulling it between his teeth and flicking it with the tip of his tongue. “Oh,” I sigh and arch my back.

Between my legs a pool of wetness allows his fingers to slip inside me and I’m torn between wanting him to fill me up and the desire for his fingers to just gently massage me into a satisfying sleep orgasm. Spreading my legs, I relax and close my eyes, allowing him to take me anyway he wants.

He shifts himself over, pushing at my knees so I’m wide and exposed, then slowly he fills me up and I groan loudly, lifting my hands above my head, still keeping my eyes shut so every sensation is unexpected and heightened.

Fuck, I love him being inside me.

He pushes in deep, rotating his hips, setting up a deep and toes-pointing rhythm that makes little waves of pleasure roll all over my skin. We are silent, just together in the moment, both of us breathing and losing ourselves. He pulls on my hair, tilting my chin upwards and planting his mouth on mine. Hot and sweeping, his tongue teases mine. Without words we rock each other to an orgasm. Mine comes in warm waves, licking along my insides; his ends with a shuddering groan as he lifts me into his arms and holds me tight.

“I love you.” He kisses my ear.

“And I love you.”

“Can I get you anything? Sweet tea? One of Miss Beesley’s biscuits?”

I blink open my eyes and meet his bright gaze. “No, I’m fine.”

“I’m worried. You are eating even less than usual.”

“You can tell that to your baby. It’s making all food look like it’s been created by the devil.” That little flicker of a smile that lights his face is the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.

“I’ll take it up as a matter of urgency.” Shifting himself lower he rests his head on my tummy. Not that there is anything to feel, see, or hear, but he palms his hand flat against the space below my belly button and just pauses for a moment. “Are you nervous about today?” He pecks a kiss on my stomach and then lifts onto his elbow to meet my eyes.

“Yes. You?”

It’s been days since the Chinese and our honest conversation on the Old Brompton Road. Melanie’s case is over, the jury out to deliberate. Eli has done his part, although when he walked through the door last night, the expression on his face told me he was beaten and defeated. I can’t bring myself to believe it though, can’t believe his doubts are real. Surely justice will prevail?

“It will be fine.”

“And you’ve had ultrasounds before?” I raise an eyebrow.