Chapter Twenty-six

Reaching down, he threw down his already wet towel and joined her in the shower, the water running down her body was something just too marvelous. Beautiful chocolate skin, he started tracing her neck with his tongue causing her to shudder in his touch, he held her firmly around the waist to prevent her from slipping down. From behind, came his hands cupping her bare breasts, men those pair were definitely made to be touched by him, her nipples were erect and so was his cock. He drew her into himself and felt her warmth, at the same time, making her feel his heat and want, he nibbled on her ears. "Be my woman, Bella ", he whispered to her, "And I would give you the world. Just promise to stay by me ", he said to her, "But you barely know me and I you ", She managed to mumble in the fit of emotions, his fingers were working her nipples, "Besides, we only have six months", she rasped as a moan escaped her lips, he smiled, "Six months was just about enough time to warm into each other, know each other and feel each other ", he said making her eyes lit up. He had wanted to know her all this time, no wonder he made such fuss over a small stain; shut it Bella, you ruined a million dollar worth suit, her mind seemed to remind her. She turned to face him, he looked godly and irresistible, the water was running down his face, was he being serious, "And the signed contract? ", she asked, "For formality sake ", he said and inched closer. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him, he would have hungrily taken her lips but she tactically pulled away, "Is that a yes? ", he asked in almost a whisper, she smiled got out of the bath, picked a dry towel and headed out, at the door she stopped to say, "It's a I'll give it a thought probably ". Then she left, he looked down at his erection then chuckled, she was a natural seductress and the thought of her seducing him for the rest of their lives somehow appealed to him. He hurriedly started taking his bath and by the time he was done, he was more composed, he dried himself with a dry towel in the rack then tied another around his waist. She was in her pajamas when he got into the room, eating an apple. Her lips and posture enchanting that he felt a strong urge to tear off the bloody pajamas and make love to her hard. She was tormenting him and he knew it, taking her way above his limits and bringing him back to decorum, she was a bad bad girl and he was going to see just how bad soon enough. "Sporting time is over? ", he asked sitting by her bed side, she smiled, quickly finished the apple and said, "I need to sleep ", wicked, wicked games of a woman, he got into bed with her, "Go to your room", she said as soon as he tried settling in closer, "Tonight I think I just might use your room Bells ", he said with a knowing smile. She visibly shrunk, was she not okay with him or something, he was wondering but then she turned around and rested her head on his chest, there was silence and he was caught between explosion and redemption as her naughty fingers drew circles around his chest, at a point they stopped. Finally she would stop torturing him, he hoped but then gazing at her, she was deep asleep looking so peaceful and innocent. The things she made him feel, no one could. He laid in a comfortable position with her head still on his chest and was watching her sleep like some sort of guardian angel; only thing is that this guardian angel was human and he soon fell asleep.