Wicked Beat (Sinners on Tour #4)(40)

"Well, he's obviously a limp dick and a moron."

"Actually, he's a doctor."

"Doctors can be limp-dicked morons."

She laughed and hugged him. "Sometimes. They told me I was going to die, and I didn't. Anyway, Isaac wanted a family and I can't give him that, so we broke up and he left. It was for the best, I suppose. But it still hurt that he found me so unappealing. I didn't think I'd ever want to have sex again after that."

He rubbed her back and held her for a long moment. His strength was so comforting, her eyes drifted shut and she melted into him.

"So you can't get pregnant?" he asked, a soothing hand on her hair.

She shook her head. "I'm not supposed to have much of a sex drive either, but you definitely have my thoughts for sex in drive."

"You have my thoughts for sex in warp drive," he murmured.

"Even now that you know about …  m-my deformity?"

"When you're ready, I'd like to feel if it's weird for myself. Like everything else about you, I have no doubt that being inside you will be perfect."

She sniffed, trying to keep the tears in check, but they fell anyway. "Thank you," she whispered, "even if you don't really mean it."

He pressed her head against his thudding heart. "Have you ever known me to lie?" he asked.

She shook her head.

"Well, there you have it. Just let me know when you're ready. You know I'm willing and able. My dick is never limp."

She laughed and lifted her head to look at him. "You promise not to lie if it feels weird? I don't want you to lie about that either. Even to save my feelings."

"I promise."

And when he kissed her with incomparable tenderness, she knew he was the one to make her feel whole again.





Chapter 10

 
After the concert-which had been utterly phenomenal-Eric ducked behind the low, tiled wall in the shower room and peeked at Rebekah. She glanced at him briefly and winked before she turned her back and started to remove her clothes. She'd found him backstage after the show and asked if he really wanted to watch her in the shower. Well, duh, of course he did. She told him she wanted to pretend she didn't know he was there until he couldn't keep his hands off her and had to join her. She didn't really need to instruct him on what she wanted him to do. That's exactly how he would have responded to watching her shower.

Rebekah pulled her T-shirt over her head. She looked so sexy in her lacy white bra and blue jeans. Eric licked his lip and tried to keep his excitement contained. She unbuttoned her jeans and slid them slowly down her thighs. She wriggled her hips as she bent at the waist to release one leg from her pants and then the other. She folded her clothes and put them on a bench, before reaching behind her back to unfasten her bra. Eric held his breath, waiting for a glimpse of her beautiful breasts. Would her nipples be hard? Would it excite her to know he was watching? She kept her back to him when she removed her bra. She was so good at pretending he wasn't there, he could almost believe that she was unaware of his presence.

She turned slightly, and he caught a brief glimpse of one pert breast and her flat belly. She twisted her shoulder-length hair and clipped it to the back of her head. Every movement was mesmerizing. Exposing her neck like that? Somewhat cruel. Her panties joined her pile of clothes on the bench, and then she approached one of the heads in the community shower. When the first blast of water struck her skin, she emitted a shriek of surprise. "C-cold!" She danced away from the water, and Eric chuckled.

She paused and turned in his direction. "Is someone there?"

Well, duh, she knew he was there, but he ducked behind the wall and pretended to hide.

"Guess not." She reentered the stream of steaming water and sighed in contentment. She had one of those poofy things to spread liquid soap lather over her body. She dumped a healthy amount of soap on her poof and drew it slowly over her skin. Her arms. Her breasts. Her belly. Her breasts again. Transfixed, Eric watched, his hand pressed against his already bulging fly. He had to practice making himself last so she would teach him lessons on a regular basis. No matter how much he wanted to pull his throbbing cock free and stroke it while she soaped her body, he wouldn't. Not yet. Must. Maintain. Control.

Damn, she sure didn't make it easy.

Rebekah turned her back and bent to wash her shapely legs. He strained his neck to see the mysteries between her thighs. Still bending forward, she spread her labia with one hand and soaped her tender flesh with her poof. He could see everything, and though he knew no woman washed herself like that unless she wanted someone to see what she had to offer, it didn't make it any less sexy.

Eric unfastened his pants and slid his hand into his underwear. He tugged his cock free and ran his hand gently up and down its length. What he really wanted was to plunge into the slick hole that Rebekah was washing quite thoroughly. He prayed she was ready for his possession soon. He wanted her more now that she'd told him about her problems than he'd ever wanted anyone. That she trusted him with such personal information meant the world to him.