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A small smile spread across her face. “You only have to ask once.”
We explored each other’s bodies with feather-light touches, her hands gentle as she stroked each breast.
“The bruises are gone. He had no right, Naomi.”
“I know. I want to say I’m used to it, and that wouldn’t be a lie, but it wouldn’t be the first time it had happened.”
“He should be made to pay.” A hint of annoyance had crept in her voice.
“And he will. But I don’t want to talk about him now. I want to take you to my bed. Will you join me?”
She didn’t answer, and for a moment, I thought I’d lost her again, but she nodded and slowly stood, the water dripping down her body.
Her beautiful, curvaceous body. A body I longed to touch, to kiss, and to pleasure.
“Take me, Naomi. I’m all yours.”
Chapter Thirteen
Ellie
I’d thought I was dying. The weight of the man had pulled me down into the depths of the lake. I’d struggled and strained, trying to get him to the surface, and at some point, had sunk deeper and deeper.
Only the thought of Naomi waiting for me had spurred me on. From God knows where, I’d found the strength to haul his ass to the surface, thankful there was a boat there to take him to safety.
I’d climbed aboard and given him CPR, not knowing if it’d work or not. Most times, it didn’t, but by some stroke of luck, I’dbrought him back from the jaws of death. He’d likely have a few broken ribs, but surely that was a small price to pay for his life.
And then there was Naomi, ready with a hot coffee and comfort, something I had been missing in my life for a long time. Had I died today, I’d have never seen her again. Never looked at her stunning beauty or been able to taste her sweet, sweet flesh.
Last night had been a revelation. Someone wanted me for what I had, not what I could give them, and when she’d asked me out this morning, I’d jumped at the opportunity, longing for another chance with her.
I certainly hadn’t expected to be dragged into the Serpentine.
A chill had infiltrated my bones despite the warmth of the day, and the promise of a hot bath had appealed.
Yes, it was at Naomi’s apartment, and yes, it meant getting naked in front of her, but today’s events had made me rethink my stance.
I deserved more. Why shouldn’t I be loved? Why should I live the rest of my life in solitude, never knowing the touch of another woman?
Naomi had offered that to me, and I’d run, thinking I wasn’t worthy. I might hate my body, but she hadn’t, and perhaps she was someone I should trust.
But here I was, standing naked in her bath, her eyes on me. Did I feel self-conscious? Fuck, yes, but her eyes were full of lust and wonder, not revulsion.
Tempted as I was to suck in my gut, I refrained. If she couldn’t take me at my worst, she didn’t deserve me at my best.
“I knew the moment I saw you, you were hiding something amazing beneath your baggy clothes. But fuck, Ellie, look at you.”
The water barely rippled as she stood, her flesh dark against my paleness. Contrasts. That was what we were in many ways, not just the colour of our skin.
She stroked her knuckles along my cheek and tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear.
“Are we doing this?” I asked, my head spinning. Was it the heat of the water or apprehension about what we were about to do?
“Yeah, we’re doing this.” She pressed her lips against mine, soft and supple.
We stepped out of the bath, and she handed me a towel, then walked from the bathroom, dripping wet. Her hips swayed from side to side, and I groaned, helpless in her presence.
I’d follow her anywhere she wanted me to go.
