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“God, Eli, please.”
Too much. Too much. He was everywhere, and I knew if I let go, it was all going to be too much.
When it felt like I couldn’t take any more of him, the pressure on my clit increased and I came with a sharp cry. It wasn’t like before. It didn’t feel like I was shattering. It felt like I was weightless, floating, nothing until everything came crashing down in a heavy rush that began in my stomach and spread all the way to my fingers and toes.
“Pay?” Eli asked softly a few moments later.
“Hmm?” I managed to force from my chest. My forehead was pressed to his neck, my cheek was against his collarbone, and my body was slumped against his as I waited to come back to earth.
“You okay?”
“That was . . . that . . .” I trailed off, and gave up on trying to explain the experience as well as my discomfort and pleasure with it.
“I need to know if you’re okay,” he prompted. When I just nodded, he chuckled and wrapped his arms tight around me. “Thank you for trusting me.”
“Always,” I muttered.
He held me until my eyes started drifting shut, and when I felt myself being moved, I blinked slowly up at him.
“Where are you going?”
Eli laughed huskily. “I’m gonna take a shower.”
My eyes slid down to his erection, and I sat up on the bed. “Please, let me.”
With a searing kiss, he laid me back down on the bed. “These weeks are about you, I can take care of me.”
“Eli—”
“Sleep, Pay. I love you.”
I watched him walk into the bathroom, and tried to tell myself to get up and go to him, but my eyes were already shutting again by the time I heard the water turn on.
September 22, 2013
Eli
SHUTTING THE FRONT door softly behind me, I took a few steps in the direction of my bedroom and listened for any movement. When there wasn’t any, I turned and walked through my apartment and into my kitchen. Setting down the coffees and breakfast on the island, I sorted everything out before heading back toward my bedroom.
As I cracked open the door, my heart pounded against my chest when I saw Paisley lying on her stomach on my bed, right knee pulled up to the side.
Years of not seeing what was right in front of me . . . and somehow it still felt like I couldn’t believe she was finally mine. Somehow I’d known what she meant to me. I’d known and had just been too stupid.
Crawling onto the bed, I knelt down above her and placed light kisses on the back of her neck, moving around to her cheek.
“Wake up, beautiful girl.”
She squinted up at me for a second before closing her eyes again and trying to burrow under the comforter.
Brushing back her dark hair, wild from sleep, I let my lips trail across her exposed cheekbone and up over her eyebrow. “It’s Sunday morning, I have coffee and breakfast.”
“Sounding better,” she mumbled.
“I’ll give you the first bite?” I offered.
“Gettin’ there.”
“I need you to wake up so I can kiss you. It’s been hours.”
