“You’re a charmer, Forrester. Anyone ever tell you that?”
“I’m not charming anyone, Elle. I’m explaining what happened. One thing led to another and soon enough, by some beautiful miracle from God, the girl was in my bed. She was naked. She was exquisite. She was the most beautiful thing I ever set eyes on. We made love, but we did much more than that. We orgasmed together, we filled each other, and we even decided not to use a condom.”
“Yes, we did,” Elle said.
“Because we wanted to create something. A commitment. Something that could never be undone.”
“Exactly.”
“So this girl, Elle is her name.”
Elle laughed.
“She let me come inside her. It’s the most beautiful gift anyone has ever given me, and after it happened, it made me realize that I didn’t have to fear my father anymore. I didn’t have to fear the past. I could overcome whatever life had thrown at me, and walk into the future proud.”
“That’s how you make me feel too, Forrester.”
“Please,” Forrester said jokingly, “no interruptions.”
Elle punched him playfully.
“It was like everything I’d ever wanted had come together, Elle. I knew this was the girl for me. I knew she was the one I was destined for. I was on my way to meet her, in fact, I was sitting in my truck right outside her diner, when I felt a letter in my pocket.”
“The letter,” Elle said, a flash of recognition on her face.
“It was a letter my father’s lawyer gave me, written by my father, and all you really need to know about it is that it contained the usual filth and drivel that had always spewed from my father’s mouth. My father was a cruel man, and this was a cruel letter.”
“Did it make you want to run away?”
“You mean, did it make me want to leave my angel behind?”
“Fear can do strange things to a man’s heart,” Elle said.
Forrester nodded at her. He was always impressed at her depth of perception and intuition. She was a good seven years younger than he was, and he’d never met anyone with her wisdom and emotional understanding.
“Not for a second,” he said. “It brought me close to tears, and I thought I should go back to my hotel room before meeting her, to compose myself. Not for one second did it give me second thoughts about pursuing a relationship with my angel.”
Elle was visibly relieved. “Call your angel, Elle,” she said, smirking.
He nodded. “So on my way back to the hotel, Gris rammed my truck, and the sheriff arrested me. Between beating me unconscious and keeping me locked in a cell, there was nothing I could do. I couldn’t get word to you, Elle. But I desperately wanted to. I didn’t want you to think that I’d forgotten about you.”
Tears were falling from Elle’s eyes at this point, and Forrester reached out to her and wiped them away.
“I knew you wouldn’t leave me,” Elle whispered.
“You deserve all the love in the world, Elle. You deserve all the happiness. And every second, I pray to God that I’m the man who has the honor of giving you that love and happiness.”
She threw her arms around his neck and their lips met in such a passionate embrace that anyone watching them would have sworn they were lovers who hadn’t seen each other in years. Forrester slid his hands down her back, feeling the gentle curves of her body, and thought his cock would explode with desire, right there in his pants.
Chapter 43
Forrester
THEY RIPPED EACH OTHER’S CLOTHES off like they were on fire. Forrester threw his jeans and shirt across the room. Elle let hers fall in a pile around her ankles. Fully naked, he feasted his eyes on her voluptuous, sensual, alluring body. He wanted nothing more than to taste her.
She shivered in anticipation.
“You’re all bandaged,” she said.
“It’s nothing.”
“Does it hurt?”
He smiled at her, then lifted her up, ignoring the pain in his broken ribs, and flung her down on her bed. He looked down at her. She was staring at his erect cock like it was some monstrous beast that was about to devour her. And it was.
She backed away from him up the mattress as he approached, but he grabbed her ankles and laid her out flat on the bed. Then he crawled up slowly between her legs until his mouth was just two inches from the tender pink flesh of her *.
“I’m going to eat you, Elle. I’m going to devour you.”
“Do it,” she whispered.
Forrester didn’t hesitate. Very gently, he let his lips touch the lips of Elle’s *. He caressed her, kissing her * as if it was her mouth, pressing his lips against the pink * lips, running his tongue inside it’s opening, making out with it so passionately and hungrily that it was all Elle could do to stop herself from screaming in pleasure.