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When I faced them, Elijah was right there. He had me pressed against the counter. He handed Eli over with barely an inch separating us. Eli was rooting around for a nipple, and Elijah did something even more brazen. Hooking his finger underneath one of my dress straps, with a slight tug, Elijah revealed one of my boobs, nipple and all. I helped Eli find it, and he nursed. Elijah watched him, then he was watching me, and I was breathing hard.
He leaned forward, having to lower himself to reach the side of my face with his own. “The things I want to do to you…” he rumbled in my ear. I closed my eyes. I could hear my own panting. “If you’ll let me… You, Lucy, and Eli stay instead of leaving tonight.” I gasped silently as a heavy hand slipped up my dress, sliding along my thigh. He found the edge of my panties and paused. He leaned away, his dark, sinful gaze staring down at me as he did. “You’re not making me stop,” he murmured lowly. “Hadley, are you with me?” He traced the edge of my chin with his index finger.
I couldn’t speak. I didn’t know what to say or do, all I knew was that I’d let him do anything to me the second we were alone. The doorbell rang, and I jumped. The smallest smile touched Elijah’s lips. “Pizza’s here.” His hand fell off my thigh but the other remained at my chin. When my gaze fell to the floor, he grabbed my arm. “Am I scaring you?” he asked softly. “I’ll stop if I am, but I want this. I want you.”
Oh, fudge. I was far from afraid. He turned my body into a noodle.
“I’m not afraid of you,” I whispered.
“Is that the pizza?” Lucy’s bare feet padded over the wooden floor as Elijah stepped away from me. I sucked in some much-needed air.
I kept thinking about what he said as we ate and watched the movie Lucy picked out. Stay… As tempting as those words were, I couldn’t. I had no reasonable explanation for Lucy. I had no idea what was going on between Elijah and me, but I wanted…
It wasn’t fear I felt —although I might feel it tomorrow—despite Elijah’s deliberate gaze that stayed with me the entire movie. The only emotion coursing through me was my heady desire for him.
Lucy rubbed her eyes. It was a little after ten, and I knew she would’ve crashed already if we weren’t at Elijah’s. “Tell Elijah goodbye,” I told Lucy as we walked into the hallway and put on our shoes.
Elijah hung his head but remained quiet.
“Will I see you tomorrow?” Lucy asked as he bent down so she could hug him.
He watched me nervously for an answer. I realized he might think he screwed up earlier, but there was no way I could tell him he didn’t so I said, “I want to see him tomorrow so, maybe he’ll come to see us.”
Elijah visibly perked up at my words. That made me feel special like I had power over his emotions because he liked me. “Yeah, you will.”
He walked us to our apartment despite me telling him he didn’t need to. We said our goodbyes. Elijah was reluctant and made sure I could hear it in his voice. It took thirty minutes to give Lucy a bath and put her in bed. Eli was easier, going to sleep after his bath and boob time. The moment they were asleep, I found my phone and sent Elijah the text I’d been wanting to ever since he had me in his kitchen melting from his touch.
Hadley: Do you want to come up? Lucy and Eli are asleep.
To make sure he knew what I meant, I added:
Hadley: We have to be quiet.
Two minutes later, there was a soft rap on my apartment door. Tiptoeing across the kitchen, I opened the door and there he was, dressed in the same dark jeans and shirt from earlier. The same raw hunger shone in his eyes.
Elijah invaded my space and forced me back a step as he came close. He shut the door behind him, locking the deadbolt while never taking his eyes off of me. “I thought I fucked-up earlier with you.” His voice was low, dark, and sweet all wrapped into one perfect man.
I shook my head and let my eyes trace the planes of his wide chest, remembering how he looked shirtless. His hand wrapped around me and gripped my butt before pulling me flush against me. For a moment, I was on my tiptoes, and then Elijah lifted me higher. My palms flattened on his chest as he carried me across the room. Elijah was so powerful that he did it with one arm as his other hand was occupied caressing my butt. His touch dampened my panties and ignited a fire within me. Everything about Elijah’s actions was purely sexual already pushing me to the edge.
He placed me on my feet long enough to wrench my dress over my hips. Then he carried me over to the kitchen table. The wood creaked beneath me but it didn’t collapse.
One minute with Elijah and everything I knew about sex seemed dull and wrong. I’d never been manhandled and that was all Elijah seemed to like doing. What had I been missing?
Elijah rubbed his palms against the sides of my legs like it was a battle between gentle and rough. In the dimly lit room I could see Elijah’s hesitation. His eyes roved over me, unsure what he should do next.
He snaked his hand behind my neck. My heart beat wild in anticipation of our first kiss. Panting heavily, Elijah’s eyes clouded with a fierce sexual haze before he leaned in, and captured my lips—his five o’clock shadow scraped along my nose and chin. His tongue swept along my seam, seeking permission. He pulled it back and tried again. That time I parted for him, the dark mocha taste of him stealing all senses as our tongues met. My core throbbed as he gripped my neck more firmly and devoured my mouth like he was starved for me. Our heavy breathing, like a beautifully scripted love song, filled the room.
Elijah’s hand slid over my shoulder and grabbed my strap and it fell from my shoulder. He tugged at the fabric until my breast came free. As he cupped my boob—handling it rougher than I was used to—I moaned. Elijah continued kissing, flicking his tongue over mine before he dragged his mouth away. He placed his forehead against mine and then glanced down at my breast. When he slid his thumb and forefinger over my puckered nipple and pinched, I cried out. He tugged harder and squeezed. Milked spilled out. I raked my fingers through his hair.
“Holy fuck, you’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I felt my face burning, not out of embarrassment. I was just so turned on.
He pulled at my other strap, not satisfied until he had both my breasts on display. He stepped away and admired me. “I’ve never seen anyone more perfect. You’re perfect. And I’m going to spend the rest of the night worshipping every inch of you.”
He bent down taking each of my breasts into his hands. Suddenly his lips were on my nipples. I sighed and gripped the edge of the table. His tongue flicked out, teeth caught and tugged just enough…Panting, I grabbed his hair again. He sucked and lapped giving each nipple attention. When I heard Elijah swallowing, it registered. He was drinking my milk!
I didn’t know whether to be disgusted or flattered. It should have been strange at the least, but it wasn’t. I was too into Elijah and how good he made me feel to be self-conscious.
