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We stroll around the edge of the water, Elliot saying hello to some people, waving to others, and being pulled into a big hug by an older lady who smells strongly of violet perfume even outdoors—an old friend of his mom’s, apparently, who’s known Elliot since he “only came up to my knee.”
The chatter and Elsa’s joyful barking as the flower girl throws a ball for her over and over eventually starts to fade behind us as we step into the shade of the tree line.
“Are you sure you don’t need to be back there with your family?” I ask Elliot. “I mean, you and Owen are super close. You shouldn’t be skulking off with me during his wedding.”
“They’re all swept up in the day and catching up with people they haven’t seen for months or maybe years. And Owen’s not going to miss the person he talks to every day for the few minutes we’re out here.”
Elliot’s hand slips into mine, and all my concerns float away as he knits our fingers together. It’s funny how people mistake his quieter demeanor for shyness or a lack of confidence. He’s a man who knows who he is, what he wants, and that he’s capable of getting it.
For years he sat tight, waiting for a chance to have me. And the moment the chance appeared, he took it. He showed me who he is and what we could be together. And he’s right about all of it. The two of us together is like an indefinable piece of magic, a connection, a unique meeting of minds and souls and bodies that could not and would not exist with anyone else.
“Over here,” he says, leading me into a denser area of trees where almost no sunlight gets through.
“Argh.” What I thought was the ground turns out to be a pile of twigs that snap under my foot. I grab onto Elliot to steady myself. “These shoes were not built for woodland.”
He slides his arm around my back and plants a gentle kiss on the side of my forehead. “I got you.”
One look into his eyes, the side of his body pressed against mine, the warmth of his hand on my waist, and my insides melt. “You do. You have me.”
I can’t tear my gaze from his. No one else exists. The dozens of chattering, laughing guests gathered just a short distance away might as well be on a different planet. My world is just me and Elliot, and the peaceful rustle of leaves in the warm, light breeze.
“Christ, Elliot. How do you have this effect on me?”
“What effect would that be?” he asks with a glint in his eye.
“One where I want to be with you all the time, talk with you all the time, laugh with you all the time?”
“I have no idea. But you’ve cast the exact same spell on me.” In case his words weren’t enough to melt me into a puddle, he turns to face me, pulls me tightly against him, and runs the backs of his fingers down my cheeks.
I circle my arms over his shoulders, and he sinks his face into my neck.
My pulse races at his breath on my skin, his hardness against my lower belly.
“You smell so delicious I could eat you all up,” he says.
His hot breath sends a shiver through me that settles at my core, turning the dampness I already had from just walking beside him to soaking wetness in an instant.
Then his mouth is on mine. There’s no teasing, no playing around. He devours me instantly, our tongues desperate for each other.
He pushes me a step backward, and I gasp into his mouth with surprise as my back hits a tree.
Elliot pulls back and looks down at me with a soft smile. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to shock you.”
“Every part of you shocks me.” I slide my hands down his chest. When my fingers drag over his hard nipples, his back arches slightly, and his eyes close for a moment. “You’re full of surprises.”
“How do you like this one?” His mouth is on me again, this time his lips tugging at mine. He runs a finger from my collarbone down my chest to the dip between my breasts. “I’ve barely been able to take my eyes off these since you got out of the car,” he murmurs, moving his mouth down to my neck.
My head falls back against the tree as he kisses lower and lower, finally scooping the neckline of my dress under my braless breast and taking my aching, desperate nipple into his mouth.
“Christ, Elliot,” I groan as I rake the fingers of one hand through his hair and reach down between his legs with the other.
When I find him, there’s a burst of hot breath against my breast.
I have never, not once in my entire life, had sex outside. Never understood why anybody would. I expect it’d be uncomfortable and awkward, and the embarrassment of possibly being seen would be excruciating. Why can’t people just wait till they get inside?
But Elliot’s changed my mind in an instant. All fear of being caught is swallowed by my need for him. It’s like my very survival depends on being with him, touching him, having him inside me.
I work on the buttons of his shirt as he reaches under my dress. His hand tickles up the outside of my thigh and inside my underwear until his fingers grip my butt cheek.
