Man of Honor (Passion in Paradise Book 4) (39 page)

Hearing him, Honor
couldn’t help but relax.  Because it
did
feel natural.  It seemed as
effortless as breathing, actually.  There was nothing forced or premeditated
here.  Nothing felt crude or wrong.   It was uncomplicated and easy - just two
people loving one another in a way both of them enjoyed.  She’d been letting
her past experiences cloud her present day decisions for way too long and she’d
been missing out on something beautiful.  She couldn’t deny she was still
scared, but it was a fear of the unknown that gave her pause.  Not a fear of
this man or what he might do to her.  Not a fear of her Ezekiel. 

 “Honor, baby, do you
want to try and go a little further tonight?”

“F-further?”  Staring
into his eyes, she wondered how much further there was to go?  She couldn’t
imagine
anything
feeling better than what she’d just experienced.

Zeke’s lips lifted in
an amused half smile as he nodded.  “Let me show you how much better it can
get, Honor.  Stand up for a second,” he ordered, gently helping her to stand in
front of him. 

Bending her head, she
watched as his tanned hands disappeared beneath the hem of her nightshirt to
grip the elastic waist of her underwear.  Oh, God, this was what he meant by
going further, she thought wildly, almost reaching down to stop him.  Seeing
the hopeful look in his eyes as he waited for her acceptance or denial of him,
however, she reminded herself not to act rashly. 

This was Zeke – the
man who’d just shown her a kind of pleasure she’d never even dreamed was
possible.  In fact, up until a half hour ago, she’d have sworn on a stack of
Bibles feeling that kind of incredible release was
impossible
for her. 

But it had happened.

And he’d been
responsible for it.

And that kind of
miracle had earned him her trust.

Acting quickly before
she could talk herself out of it, she nodded, giving him the permission he
sought.

“That’s my beautiful
girl,” she heard Zeke praise as she gripped his shoulders, his hands steadily
sliding her ridiculously innocent white panties to the floor.  Her breathing
grew heavier as she felt his warm palms wrap around the back of her thighs,
urging her closer to him.  “Now what?” she whispered, barely able to believe
she’d made it this far with him.  Because despite how much she wanted this, she
could feel her fears beginning to creep back into the moment.

“Now, I want you to
straddle my lap with these gorgeous legs of yours,” Zeke directed as he slid
his hands up and down the back of her thighs.  “I want you to be able to see
everything I do to you so that there won’t be any surprises to alarm you.  In
this position, you’re on top of me, Honor,” he continued as she slowly climbed
into his lap.  “Which means, you are in total control.  You can hop up and
leave any time you want to, okay?”

She couldn’t deny
that his soft reassurances soothed her.  And, she definitely liked the sound of
being in control, Honor thought nervously as she settled her butt in his lap,
her eyes widening as she felt the hard ridge of his arousal throbbing against
her bottom and her gaze flew to his face.  Before she could control it,
memories of just how much damage a man could do with that organ flooded her
mind, rapidly cooling her arousal and she froze in his embrace. 

As if he could read
her mind, Zeke lifted a hand to cradle her cheek.  “Hey, look at me.  Look into
my eyes and see that I’m telling you the truth.    I’d cut off my own dick
before I ever allowed it to hurt you.  That’s just my body’s way of telling you
how much it wants you, baby.  But
I’m
in control of my actions.  Not my
penis.”

Nodding wordless,
Honor forced herself to smile.  “Maybe now would be a good time for you to
distract me.”

Zeke offered her a
wicked grin as his eyes gleamed.  “I love a challenge, Kitten.  C’mere and kiss
me.  I want that sweet mouth on mine again.  Can you do that for me?”

Giving him a shy
smile, Honor nodded, leaning forward to peck his lips with hers. 

Chuckling, Zeke
nipped her upper lip.  “Now, you can do better than that, darlin’.  Ice’s dogs
gave me a more enthusiastic kiss than that this morning when I ran over to let
them out while Ice was at work,” he teased lightly before sucking sensually at
her full bottom lip.  “Give me a taste of that sweetness.”

The tension ebbed
from her shoulders as she slowly met his lips with hers.  He tasted like an exotic
blend of coffee, mint, and man, and his flavor was pure deliciousness inside
her mouth – sinfully decadent without all those pesky calories to worry about. 
Bit by bit, moment by moment, all her reservations faded away as she fell into
his embrace, enjoying the feel of his touch as his hands explored her body.   
“Better?” she mumbled against his lips.

Zeke smiled against
her mouth.  “Like heaven.  Let’s see if I can make it better for you, too,” he
suggested thickly as his fingers began to stroke the inside of one thigh. 
Pulling back an inch, he looked into her eyes, his breath mingling with hers. 
“You trust me to do that for you?  To make you feel good again?”

“Like before?”  God,
she hoped he meant like before because that had been magical.  Even now she
felt her nipples tightening as the place between her legs clenched. 

“Sort of,” Zeke
answered truthfully.  “This time instead of focusing on your beautiful breasts,
I want to touch you a bit lower.”

“You’re already
touching me,” Honor muttered, as she shifted in his lap, trying to adjust her
body to relieve some of the discomfort building between her legs.  God, she
could feel herself growing wetter as Zeke’s eyes gleamed and he gave her a
knowing smile.

“It’s where I want to
touch you that’s different this time, baby,” Zeke explained, sliding his hand
higher up her thigh until his knuckles lightly brushed the tuft of hair
covering her swollen folds.  Fighting her embarrassment, she knew he could feel
how slick and damp she was and she automatically jerked her hips away from his
hand.

“Easy,” Zeke
whispered, his understanding eyes focused on her.  “It’s just me here, and
that’s just my hand, darlin’.  It’s the same hand that made you feel real good
just a little bit ago,” he reminded her patiently, moving to brush the back of
his fingers against her mound again.  “Tell me what’s wrong, baby?” he asked,
when her eyes clouded and she bit her lip.

“I can’t,” she
denied, her humiliation almost physically painful.  God, why couldn’t she just
be normal for a few darn minutes?  She wanted to be honest and tell him why she
was suddenly so nervous, but the truth was just mortifying.

“You can tell me
anything,
Honor.  Always,” Zeke corrected firmly without moving his hand.  

“I just…it’s that…
Zeke, I’m all
wet
down there!  It’s nasty,” she confessed under her
breath, feeling awkward and uncomfortable not only with her own body’s reaction
to him, but because she knew he’d felt that wetness, too, as it saturated the
spot on his jeans where she sat.  Unable to hold his gaze, she stared at the
strong column of his throat.  “I think something must be wrong with me,” she
mumbled as she tried to scoot off his lap and make a run for it.  She wasn’t
sure where she’d run to exactly.  Maybe China.  Zeke hated Chinese food.  She
might actually escape him there.

Wrapping one
unmovable arm around her back, Zeke held her against him.  “Nuh uh.  You’re not
running away from this.  Baby, what you’re feeling is normal.  Your sweet body
is aroused right now.  That moisture between your legs is your body’s way of
readying you for me.  It’s your natural lubricant so that when I touch you, my
fingers just slide easily through your folds,” he informed her huskily.  “Look,
baby. 
Feel
,” he urged, gliding his fingers up her slit with one fluid
sweep before she could protest.  Reaching the top of her mound, he circled the
tiny swollen bud he found there, watching as her eyes grew big, the look in
them wondrous.

Moaning as his
fingers came to rest on a spot so sensitive that it pulled a violent shudder
from her body, Honor’s hands automatically went to his shoulders to steady
herself as her hips bucked involuntarily.  “Wh-what was that?  What are you
doing to me?” she panted when those wicked fingers made another sweep and
circle of her mound.  Her nails buried in his skin as her core tightened and
the empty ache inside her became almost unbearable.

 Pressing a damp kiss
to the pounding pulse in her neck, Zeke swirled two fingers around the slippery
button at the apex of her thighs before making another sensual foray through
her heated folds.  “What I’m doing is introducing myself to this pretty pussy
you have, Kitten.  Do you like the way we’re gettin’ acquainted?” he asked as
he gently nibbled at her neck, reveling in her unique flavor. 

“Mmmmm,” Honor hummed
as her hips chased the sensation he was creating with slow, but purposeful
caresses.   

“I’m gonna take that
as a yes.”  Zeke grinned as he teased her entrance with the tip of one careful
finger.  Waiting until her head fell backward and her face was a mask of
ecstasy, he covered her lips with his, swallowing her shocked gasp and tangling
his tongue with hers as he used his thumb to press and rub circles around the
puffy nub at the top of her mound.   

Tearing her mouth
away from Zeke’s as the sweetest, sharpest pleasure seemed to radiate
throughout her body, she focused her dilated eyes on his.  “Oh, God!  Right
there,” she whimpered her hips churning as she tried to press herself harder
against his fingers.

Zeke’s grin became
positively devilish as he stared into her face, aglow with a fine sheen of
sweat.  “You like that, don’t you?” he asked, brushing his thumb a little
faster against that special spot.  “You know what this little nubbin is, baby?”

Honor shook her head
wildly as a wonderful pressure began to build inside her, with the epicenter
being that delicate supersensitive spot where his hand worked between her
legs.  “N-no,” she answered brokenly while her taut body strained toward some
invisible peak.

“That slick little
button is your clit, Kitten.  When this little nub gets stroked and petted, it
makes a woman feel good.  See?”  Taking her hand in his, he guided her hand
toward her pussy and pressed her fingertip to the swollen bud.  “Feel, baby. 
Touch it real gentle-like,” Zeke instructed as he brushed her fingers over her
clit again.  “Feels good, doesn’t it?” 

Honor nodded before
hastily drawing her hand away.  She liked it better when it was his hands on
her.  Releasing another low cry when he resumed stroking that tiny nubbin a
little faster, she inhaled deeply, her hips jerking as she tried to prolong the
sensation. 

“Oh, my,” she gasped,
biting her lip as she felt one of his fingers begin to slide inside her. 
Stiffening, she tried to pull away but he distracted her by pulling one tight
nipple between his lips.  “Relax, baby,” she heard him order around her flesh
as he again found another delightful spot – this one deep inside her.  Wailing
as his fingers crooked inside her, he stroked some hidden patch of nerves inside
her that created a bliss so acute that it caused her eyes to roll back in her
head.  “Zeke!” she screamed, rising up on her knees as he added another finger
to her core, thrusting them in tandem and knocking against that miraculous
place that dwelled within her again.  She was so close to something.  She had
no idea what it was…but she was nearing some bottomless abyss at breakneck
speed.  She only wondered what she’d find when she finally tripped over the
edge.  Dimly aware of someone’s frantic cries, she slowly realized those lusty
sounds were coming from her.  But, sweet God, she was powerless against the
strength of the feelings descending on her.

“Zeke!  Oh, God, something’s
happening,” she whimpered, her eyes drifting closed as his fingers seemed to plunge
a little deeper and move a bit quicker.

“Just let yourself go
over the edge, Kitten, and cum for me,” he urged against her cheek.  “I’ll
catch you, baby.  I’ll
always
be there to
catch you.”

Suddenly, colors
exploded behind her closed eyelids as she felt her core begin to spasm around
his fingers and she began to orgasm in his arms, her slight body shaking
violently as passion overwhelmed her.  “Zeke!” she screamed, slightly terrified
by the intensity of her release as she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck
and collapsed against him.

His fingers, coated
with her essence, glided smoothly now as he slowed his movements.  “That’s it. 
Let it just carry you away,” he breathed against her temple while her too long
neglected body soaked up the last ounce of pleasure like the soil soaked up the
first rainfall after a dry spell. 

Long minutes passed
as Honor lay heavily against Zeke, sweaty, satisfied and more than a little
stunned.  “Wow,” she said, exhaling a long breath as his hands ran up and down
her back.  “So,
that’s
what Bree wanted me to feel?”

“That was it,
Kitten.” Zeke rumbled, his arms tightening around her.  “What did you think?”

Smiling sleepily
against his shirt, she felt her eyelids growing heavier.  “I think that from
now on that maybe you should help me with
all
my homework assignments
even though I’m pretty sure Bree’s gonna consider this cheating.”  Resting her
head against his chest, Honor felt Zeke’s low chuckle vibrating underneath her
cheek.