The Flavor Of Love (23 page)

Seeing the vivid, greenish blue veins of life’s blood running through Keigo's hands brought forth more tears. Etta thought she would never find anyone with hands just as tender and loving as the hands she had known before. Yet Keigo’s wonderful hands had done more for her. These hands saved her in more ways than she could ever thank him for.

He removed a hand to lift the handheld showerhead off its rack and held it close to her head. Moving the other hand from her waist, her eyes drifted closed as she felt him smooth his watered filled hands from the top of her brow, down the length of her hair.

The touch of his hand was almost unbearable in its kindness. Twisting in his arms, she buried her face against the hairless, corded muscular chest and locked her hands in the small of his back. She spoke against his chest. “I’m sorry Keigo, but I was so scared I’d never see you or my family again.”

She pressed her curves into the contours of his lean body. The tenderness of his arms felt empowering. She relaxed as he rocked her gently under the showerhead he held in one hand.

“
Its okay sweetheart, you have me now,” Keigo whispered into her hair. “Come; let’s get clean before the water turns cold.”

Without any shyness or inhibition that usually occurs between two people that have yet to become lovers, they took turns washing each other’s body with the bath sponge. The masculine soft scent of the body wash he used was already familiar to her senses from smelling him. Etta welcomed Keigo’s scent all over body, including the secret places that he worshiped so thoroughly.

He reached and placed the hand-shower back in place and turned off the shower. But before he allowed her to leave their intimate haven, he cupped her face in his hands and tilted it upward.

“
Goodness, woman do you have any idea how beautiful you are to me at this moment?”

Etta gazed up at him. His eyes were bloodshot from tiredness, the water, shampoo or the tears he had shed earlier, but she still found them beautiful. Keigo was exotic, Asian, sexy as hell and he was also kind, sweet and thoughtful. She felt very fortunate to have him in her life.

“
Judge Gorgeous, you look as tired as I feel,” she smiled, reaching up to touch and run her fingers along his chest.

“
You’re right,” he admitted and nuzzled his face against the side of her neck. “But, I’ve been waiting days to get you alone and it feels like it’s been even longer since I got to kiss you.”

His moist relaxed lips touched against hers as he continued to hold her face in his hands. With gentle coercion, she widened her mouth to accept his tongue in a slow dance against hers. He playfully teased the walls of her mouth as the kiss deepened. Etta’s eyes closed and she wrapped her hands around his waist and held onto him to keep from buckling under the feelings of heaviness in her legs.

By the time she recovered from his mouth being on hers, he had moved away to grab a thick bath towel. He wrapped it around her wet hair and placed another around her body, tucking it in at her breasts. Lifting another towel from the slender cabinet in the bathroom, Keigo towel dried his hair.

While he was occupied, Etta continued to take in his body. Washing him down just got her juices flowing. Etta even found the mole beneath the right buttock that Auntie Loo had mentioned. He had a magnificent body. Lean muscles rippled with his movements, the six-pack that made
up his stomach clinched and unclenched as he bent to dry his long hair covered thighs. A defined bluish-green vein could be traced across his groin running along the shaft of the most perfect penis she’d ever seen. It was not overly long
but thick
as she liked it and he was only semi-erect. Nor did it favor the left or the right.

“
I have nothing left to dry, but if you want to still watch me, I can go through the motions. We are going to have to warm the soup up in the microwave anyway.”

Etta face reddened. “Uh, you said the soup has arrived?”

Keigo wrapped his hand around her wrist and drew her against him and she went into his arms without hesitation. “Don't be embarrassed. I'm yours to look at and touch anytime you want me.” He nuzzled the side of her nose with his. “That is, as long as I can enjoy the same privileges.”

His deft fingers pulled the towel loose from above her breasts and opened it. His exotic eyes roamed over her body possessively and the towel dropped to the floor beside the one he discarded when he pulled her against him.

“
I believe in equality in a relationship, which gives you leeway to do almost anything to my body,” Etta said. Ever so softly, she pressed a kiss above his heart.

He tugged the towel from her hair and dropped it, kicking it aside.

She sighed against his skin as he ran his fingers against her scalp and cradled her head to his chest as she circled his dark small nipple with the sweep her tongue. It felt like a tiny pebble between her lips. A throaty sexy groan rumbled up from his chest and she felt an immediate response from her body as her clitoris pulsed.

“
Keigo?” She came up on her tiptoes and nibbled at his throat. His hands roamed along the lines of her shoulders and back before stopping on her rounded buttocks and cupping each cheek in a hand.

“
Huh?”

“
Would I be too forward it I told you that I wanted you more then food?”

“
Thank God!” He roared, lifting her up against him until her feet were floating above the ground and he twirled her around until they landed naked upon the bed.

She laughed.

Smiling, he touched her cheek. “When I think about how close I came to losing you before you were even mine--”

She pressed her fingers to his lips. “We’re together now and I am yours. I know that I was hesitant about opening myself to you, but I realized if Neil had lived instead of me, I would want him to find love and happiness again.”

“
For all we know, Neil and Claire are up there working magic that brought us together,” he said to her surprise.

“
Is that the skeptical Judge Keigo Kyou I hear?”

“
No, it’s the man you would have met if you’d known me before the accident,” he confided. “I used to believe in a lot of things before tragedy entered my life. Etta, I want you and I’m looking forward to the future where we can continue to heal…together, instead of alone.”

Etta took a deep breath and let it out slowly as he breathed tender kisses to each bruise and scrape she had upon her skin. He’d said he wanted her and she knew that was the truth. The hardness of his cock pressed hotly against her hip as he rested on his side next to her. He’d been so sweet in the shower; and loving. Her heart rushed each time he touched her and the way he kissed her made her feel that he could be in love with her. Still the words hadn’t been said.

Keigo fondled her breasts, causing her skin to prickle with goose bumps. She bit down on her bottom lips.

Neil had been the only other man she’d been with but he hadn’t ever touched her this way. Keigo was almost lazy with the way his hands and mouth roamed her flesh. When she thought he had missed a spot, he would slowly make his way back to that area and get the spot he missed. He moved as if he had a lifetime to reach a release.

Etta’s body was on a low burn and it had already been awhile since she had been touched this way. She thought spreading her legs wide would hint to him that she was more then ready for him to enter her, but Keigo was making it clear that when it came to making love he was the one in charge. She had bumped heads with his authority in the courtroom, but she was a kitten purring in his arms in the bedroom. She was finding out,
slow
was good. She may die from it in the end, but what a way for a woman to go.

“
Your skin is so beautiful.” There was a hint of awe in his voice. “The more I touch it, the more it heats up and the darker the shade becomes.”

“
Thank you.”

His finger rested on her hipbone, skimming over her quivering abdomen. She panted as he came closer to her vagina. She wondered if he was ever going to touch her there. A light frown puckered her forehead as a crazy thought crossed her mind. Maybe Keigo didn’t like a hairy pussy; some men didn’t. Neil didn’t.

Etta covered her face in embarrassment. She didn’t have the chance to do all those womanly things because she thought when she came to Keigo’s bed, she would be able to plan it out with a day of pampering and doing those girly things. She kept her legs and underarms smoothed thank God.

“
Etta?”

“
What?” she groaned. This is where he was going to tell her she needed to go shave her pussy.
Damn.

“
Why are you so tense all of a sudden?” He pulled back to look at her. “Am I hurting you? I know you’ve been through a lot today. You worked all morning and you have scratches and bruising, not to mention your muscles are probably sore from the ordeal, because mine are.”

Etta hands splayed over her face as the heat of embarrassment spread from her face to her shoulders. “I didn’t get the chance to shave my pussy!” Etta murmured behind her hands. It came out in a long slur of words that sounded like, “Whah…whah…whah…whah…whah!”

Keigo chuckled and tugged at her wrists.

She held her firm. “Nooo!” He began tickling her ribcage and she removed her hands and curled on her side in a fit of giggles. “Stop! Don’t tickle me or I’ll…”
Brrrrgh
!

The worse possible thing happened. Once you release a fart that could be heard throughout the entire cabin, there was no pretending like it didn’t happen. There was also no dog in the room to accept the blame. But it did make her embarrassment about her un-waxed vagina seem very insignificant all of a sudden.

It was followed by dead silence, which made it worse. Or so she thought, until Keigo roared in laughter.

Etta wanted to cry. “God, take me now!” She shouted to the ceiling. She did the only thing she could think of, make a run for it. She didn’t get far. Keigo had his arm around her waist dragging her back to the bed.

“
Stop it!” She managed to yell. “I told you not to tickle me,” she pouted.

“
I’m sorry, but I told you to tell me what you said,” he reminded. The laughter was bright in his eyes. “But you got to admit, Etta, that shit was funny.”

Etta tried to keep a straight face. But Keigo was right. If it had happened to someone else, it would have been funny. She laughed. “Okay…okay, I didn’t mean to do it, but seeing you laugh like that I’m glad I did. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you really laugh.”

‘
I don’t remember the last time I have laughed like this; probably back in college with Marco and Reko and if I’m not mistaken, it was most likely over a…fart,” he teased, nipping at her shoulder.

“
Enough already,” she lightly punched him in the arm. “You better not tell anyone either.” Etta warned.

“
Baby,” he crooned. “What happens in our bed stays in our bed. I’m not one of those men that spread the intimate details of his love life as locker room fodder.”

“
I like that,” she grinned.

“
What?”

“
Our
bed.”

“
Well, what else can I say since you’ve christened it and all?”

“
Okay, I’m going to go sleep in the other bed…alone!”

“
Okay! Okay!” He laughed. “I’ll stop, but I’m still waiting, Etta.” He crooked an inquisitive eyebrow at her.

She cocked her head in question.

“
Don’t give me that look. Why did you tense up before I tickled you?”

Her face burned more and she wondered how it was possible. He said her skin was beautiful, but she was probably looking like a beet about now and making a mess of their first time intimately together. Well, almost first; things did get hot and heavy on the sofa in her home before he passed out.

“
It’s not important anymore.” She shrugged.

“
Why do I feel as if your brain is working overtime like your mouth does when you get nervous or upset?” Keigo was now up on one elbow with his head resting on his hand and staring down into her face.

“
Okay if you must know, I need to use the bathroom,” she spoke quietly.

“
Huh?” Keigo looked at her suspiciously. “That’s why you got so tense? You need to pee or something else?”

“
Oh, my God! You ask that like we’re discussing the weather.” She tried to roll on her side so she could hide her face in the pillow but he wasn’t having it.

“
What? Tell me? Birth control? You didn’t bring anything over here with you, so that can’t be it. I have condoms, if that is what you’re concerned about.”

“
I see,” she huffed and looked at him. “You just happen to have condoms? Were you expecting to get lucky with me, Carla or Nan?”

“
Jealousy,” he playfully growled and nibbled at the corner of her mouth. “I like it! You are turning me on.”

Etta could feel his heavy erection against her thigh. He was already turned on and so was she, except she had dropped to a low simmer from the many distractions of her own making.

“
You didn’t answer my question,” she reminded, holding him off with her hand.