B00BWX9H30 EBOK by Cynthia Woolf

never ask.”
    He rolled them until he was on top of her. Leaning down he nipped at her neck and then soothed with his tongue. Came back to her mouth and gave her a kiss before moving to the other side of her neck and down, down to her breast where he took one aching nipple into his mouth.
    He moved her hair and she stiffened.
    “Don’t hide yourself from me.” He kissed all along her scars, easing her, and then moved down to her other breast. “You are beautiful. All of you.”
    She could almost believe him. He treated her body reverently like he really cared. There was no reticence, no hesitation, he kissed every part of her, then parted her legs and kissed her there, where she ached.
    “Nathan. Please.”
    He chuckled, but the next thing she knew his tongue was making her ache for more. Around and around her pleasure nub it went and then he sucked and licked again. The ache built until finally he sent her into oblivion, soaring among the stars.
    As she started to return to earth, he drove home, her body slick and ready to receive him.
    He lifted his head from her shoulder and smiled down at her. He pumped slowly. Each stroke rebuilding the fire in her. His eyes never left hers as she began to move with him, up when he pushed in and back when he pulled out. Each stroke buried him deeper and deeper until he touched her womb. He picked up that pace and she began to build toward that wonderful pinnacle she’d fallen off of before.
    Nathan thrust twice more, reached between them and said, “Come with me, Ella,” as he touched her nubbin sending her over the precipice. She heard him groan and then he buried his face in her neck, among her scars and she didn’t care. This was right and so wonderful.
    He lay heavy upon her, still inside her and then he rolled taking her with him, throwing one leg over hers, he pulled her close.
    These were the moments she loved. Having him hold her after they made love could almost make her believe he loved her. Almost. She had to remind herself not to fall in love with him. He couldn’t love her back. Handsome men like him didn’t fall in love with women like her. She was heir to a fortune, but men only wanted the money, not her. But, a little voice reminded her, Nathan doesn’t know you’re rich. You’ve never told him. Maybe you should. It’s his money now, too.
    “Nathan.”
    “Hmm.”
    “Don’t go to sleep yet. We need to talk.”
    He hugged her close. “What about?”
    “Us.”
    She felt him tense up. “What about us?”
    “I’m rich.”
    He relaxed. “So am I. I have you.”
    She sighed. He wasn’t going to make this easy. “No. Really. I’m rich. My brother and I inherited my father’s shipyard when he was killed.”
    “That’s nice.”
    “It doesn’t bother you?”
    “Why should it? Every man wants a rich wife. Besides,” he gave her a hug. “I’m wealthy on my own and I’ll inherit from my father one day. He’s a very rich man. The fact that you have money means nothing to me. Keep it or spend it, as you please.”
    “You really don’t care?” she hugged him and rubbed her hand over his smooth chest. “Since I can spend it, you just said I could, I want to hire someone to put a bathroom and running water in the house.”
    “I can pay for that,” he grumbled.
    “I know, but so can I. Please let me do this. For us. For our children.”
    “For the children?” He cocked an eyebrow.
    “Yes, it will be ever so much easier to keep the little buggers clean with running water in the house and a bathroom with a big tub in it. Maybe one big enough for the two of us together.” She winked at him.
    “Are you flirting with me in order to get your way?”
    She laughed. “Yes. Is it working? Can I hire a plumber to come put water in the house?”
    “I suppose so. Will that make you happy?”
    “Ecstatic.”
    “Good. Now let’s go to sleep. Morning comes early and you’ve already kept me up with your incessant demands to make love.”
    “Me?! It