A/N: Here's chapter thirty-three. More fluff, more kisses and cuddles. Good times so when the bad times come it won't be too harsh. I hope you like the good times and you continue to hang in there with me. Thank you for all the reviews and follows. Also thank you to those who keep reading this one. I hope you enjoy this next chapter.
Chapter thirty-three
He watched Lizzie lying against him in his arms. He loved that feeling. The love he felt for her still overwhelmed him. To have reached this point where he was slowly becoming a part of her life was something he cherished and had longed for. Every time he looked at her he had the overwhelming protect her and he knew that would never go away.
"Time to go to bed, sweetheart."
"Mmm…" Lizzie hummed. She snuggled closer to him, not wanting to leave the warmth. She was far too comfortable. "Don't want to."
He smiled. "Come on, the bed is far more comfortable."
She shook her head against his chest. She doubted the bed would be more comfortable than her current position. "Nice here."
He carefully disentangled himself from her and lifted her into his arms. With her in his arms he walked to the bedroom. He lay her down on the sheets and sat down on the bed next to her. Running a hand through her hair he looked at her. Her sleepy eyes were looking back at him. "I'll go take Jethro for a quick walk. Get ready for bed and I'll join you okay?"
"Sokay." She mumbled and smiled lazily at him. "Back soon?" She asked.
He smiled softly at her. He leaned in and kissed her forehead. "I'll be back soon."
Coming back from his short walk with Jethro Red closed up the house, making sure the door and windows were closed. Walking into the bedroom he walked in on Lizzie who was standing there with her back towards him. He stopped dead in his tracks, his breath caught in his throat. He looked at her long legs and back. Her fair skin was beautiful and to see her standing there, about to put his button up shirt on, a powerful yearning ran through him. He took a steadying breath to control his yearning. He walked closer to her and stopped her from putting her arm through the sleeve so he could get a closer look at the damage on her back. The bruises were forming and marking her fair skin. He gently ran his finger over the cuts and bruises and felt her shiver.
"Does it hurt?" He asked softly.
"No." She answered just as softly.
He put a soft kiss on her shoulder and stepped back not wanting to give into his desire to run his hands over her body. He left her to go to the bathroom and get ready for bed.
Returning back to the bedroom he saw Lizzie was already lying in bed on her side with her back towards him. He quickly stripped down to his shirt and boxers, turned of the lights, but didn't close the door otherwise Jethro would interrupt them. He joined her in the bed, lying on his side, facing her and waited for her to turn towards him which Lizzie did so immediately but carefully due to her injured back.
Once again she hummed in contentment as she snuggled into his body. She rubbed her nose into his neck. "You make me feel safe."
He smiled at that and tightened his hold on her. "Good." He whispered into her hair.
"And you're a good cuddler. Like this big teddy bear." She murmured. Putting her hands on his chest she pushed him onto his back. She turned with him and was now mostly lying on top of him.
Her move surprised him. He looked down at her though he could hardly see her. "Is this more comfortable?" He asked.
"Yes. You're a good pillow." Putting her hands on his chest she pushed herself up until she straddled him. She smiled at the surprised look in his eyes. However she also saw his eyes darken for a few seconds and that felt good. Though she did not doubt his love nor did she doubt their relationship she did wonder about his desire for her. He always seemed in control and never seemed tempted. Sure they'd shared passionate kisses and he always told her she was beautiful. She guessed he didn't want to push her, needing her to make the first move. "Why are you wearing a shirt?" She put her hands on his chest, leaning towards him.
He smiled at her. He loved the imagine she presented, straddling him, her hair failing in front of her face, looking down at him and wearing his shirt. He could not want any woman anymore than he did her. He would never love anyone as much as he did her.
"Why are you wearing a shirt?" He asked her.
"Do you want me to take it off?" She asked, her hands moving immediately to the top button of the shirt she was wearing.
Red swallowed thickly. "No." He whispered. "I like the way it looks on you."
Leaning forward Lizzie locked her eyes with his. Just before her lips touched his she closed her eyes. Briefly she brushed her lips, but quickly her lips became more insistent. She took his upper lip between hers and sucked on it. She felt and heard his groan and it spurred her on. She slid her tongue between his lips. She kept the pace slow as she explored his mouth. But as soon as her tongue touched his, passion took over. What had started out as a slow kiss was now heated. Red took control of the kiss. His hands were in her hair as he pulled her closer, needing more of her. Her soft whimper spurred him on. His mouth left her as he trailed kisses down her jaw to her neck. He nibbled at the hollow of her throat before sucking gently on it. Hearing her whimper yet again he quickly made his way back to her mouth, wanting more of her, needing more from her. With passion taking fully control of him he kissed her deeply and let his hands run over her arms, down her side touching the side of her breasts before resting on her waist. When she whimpered his name, his given name, he lost the last bit of self control he had. He wrapped his arms around her and turned them around. "Lizzie." Came out a strangled groan.
Despite the all consuming passion, the sudden turn and her back hitting the matrass, she was confronted with her injured back. "Auw!" Lizzie yelped.
Red immediately stopped and pulled back. He looked down at her. With her hair tousled, her lips swollen and parted and breathing hard she looked incredible. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I got carried away." He was still catching his breath. "You're far too enticing." Before turning on his back he brushed his lips with hers again. "Did I hurt you?" He asked.
Lizzie carefully turned on her side facing him. "Kinda." She didn't mind the pain. She was happy with his response. For a moment she'd doubted his passion for her, but she knew now he wanted her as much as she did him.
"What?" He tenderly caressed her cheek. He saw something was on her mind.
She smiled at him, but shrugged lightly. She wasn't too sure if she wanted to share her previous doubts with him. But she also remembered her promise. She was going to share more of herself with him without him having to push her. She looked down at her hand on his chest. "I was unsure of how you felt."
Her answer surprised him. How could she doubt how he felt for her? Hadn't he been clear? He didn't quite know what to say.
"No." Lizzie quickly said. She saw the confusion in his eyes. "I know how you feel about me. I know you love me. I don't doubt that." She paused for a moment trying to find the right words. "I didn't know if you desired me." She whispered.
TBC...