Chapter 22
Adela set the book on the bed and looked at the cover. A bare-chested man embraced a woman with his hands up the back of her shirt.
“A page-turning passion-igniting ride!” the cover declared.
Her idea of reading up on love at the library had turned into more of an education than she had bargained for.
The first book was about a soldier and the woman he loved. The conflict between them brought tears to her eyes, as she could almost feel the emotional heartbreak coming off the pages. When the couple got back together, Adela’s heart pounded and her eyes widened at the words on the pages. She spread her legs and as he entered her, his arousal thick and long, he filled her, stretching her, making her feel complete.
In her marriage, sex had never been like was described in these books. Was it even possible? Could sex really be like that? The descriptions of the intimacy and pleasure during the act left her breathless.
After the first book, she had needed a glass of water. Her body hummed, her heart pounded, and she had been surprised to see Liam in the living room.
“Everything okay, Adela?” he had asked.
She looked him up and down, wondering what he looked like naked, and if his body was capable of bringing the pleasure to a woman that was described in the books. She had looked upon her husband’s naked form and had also delivered many naked men to Heaven as not everyone died with their clothes on. But, for some reason, Liam had piqued her curiosity. “Yes. I’m fine. I just need some water.”
“What are you doing in there?”
“I’m just . . . lying down.”
She had returned to her room and shut the door. Liam had knocked a little while later letting her know that he was going out. Adela read another book. She was excited, horrified, and curious at what she read, and she simply couldn’t put it down.
Picking up the book, she fingered through the pages. His lips moved over the column of her neck and then down to her breast where his tongue swirled her nipple, bringing it to a hardened peak. She groaned at the pleasure as his fingers slipped into her wet center. “You’re so ready for me,” he said through gritted teeth.
What would that be like? To have the sexual act make her groan in pleasure?
Adela looked at the clock. It was 2:00 a.m., and Liam still wasn’t home. She was beginning to worry a little but kept telling herself that he knew the ways of this world and would be fine. Hopefully, he was busy getting the scoop on Jeff’s wife and where she could be found.
Adela didn’t feel tired but felt she needed to try to sleep.
She set all the books on her side table and turned off the light. The purple silk nightgown caressed her skin. She ran her hands down her belly and over her hipbones. Bringing them to her breasts, she slowly traced over the silk until her nipples hardened.
What would it be like to have a man touch her the way she was touching herself and to really enjoy it? According to her upbringing, what she was doing was sinful, but it didn’t feel that way. Part of her recoiled at her question, but another part was curious. Would it be like it was in the books? Or were those books just what they said: fiction?
Was it possible for a man to make a woman scream in ecstasy? To make her body tremble? To feel such a deep-seated connection with another human that you expressed the love in a physical manner?
For some reason, Liam’s face kept appearing in her mind, and she imagined him hovering over her, bringing his mouth to her breast, lingering there for a moment and then passionately moving his lips over hers.
Tears formed in her eyes as she reminded herself that she was dead and she would never have the answers to her questions. Even though she was currently living as a human again, it would be useless to even go looking for love. Eventually, this assignment would end, and she would most likely go back to her job as an Angel of Death. She couldn’t allow her heart, or anyone else’s, to go through a terrible situation such as that.
But what if it was just sex?
She quickly dismissed the thought. She didn’t want “just sex”; she wanted the lovemaking that came when two people cared deeply for each other, where their affection knew no bounds.
Wiping her eyes, she rolled over and waited for sleep to come.