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As much as I tried to keep him from taking off my shorts, Eli was stronger. And soon I was lying there with my hands over my face for the third time in just a handful of minutes. Eli was shaking the bed from how hard he was laughing. He dropped his forehead against my stomach and placed a few soft kisses there, and lightly brushed a finger across my overly sensitive vaj.
“Don’t!” I yelled, and swatted at him.
“It’s not that bad, Pay. I was expecting something really bad.”
“Stop!” I said, and swatted once again. “It still hurts a little.”
“How much worse was it?” he asked with an amused grin.
“So much worse. I almost didn’t go into work on Thursday because of it.”
His grin widened, and he brushed a finger across it again. “And it still hurts?”
“Yes, Eli!” I punched his shoulder as hard as I could, but he just started laughing again. “It still hurts, stop touching!”
“Okay, okay,” he said on a laugh, and pulled my underwear back up, then my shorts. “I won’t touch you until you’re ready as long as you promise not to do this to yourself again.”
“Deal,” I agreed quickly.
Eli got up and walked over so he could grab my ankles and pull me off the bed. “Come on, let’s go pick out a movie.”
Chapter Eleven
October 2, 2013
Eli
“SWITCH,” I SAID that next Wednesday, and held my cup in front of Paisley.
I hadn’t seen her since she’d left my apartment Monday morning—despite how much I’d begged her not to leave and even tried holding her down. At that point, I hadn’t had an update on the Brett situation, and had no idea what would happen to her if I let her out of my sight. But the last three days had been quiet; and tonight there was no stress, and no worries. I couldn’t help but notice how different everything felt from this weekend. Hell, even from two and three weeks ago.
My family was recovering from what had happened to my sister and dad. Brett had turned himself in; and while he probably wouldn’t even face a year in prison, I doubted we would have problems with him again. And I had my Paisley. Every day with her was better than the last, and left me still wondering how it’d taken me so long to realize what I’d had right in front of me. But the past didn’t matter anymore. I wouldn’t waste another minute with her now that I had her, and I was never letting her go.
I’d been slammed at work all day and hadn’t left until almost eight, but I’d needed to see Paisley. We went and grabbed a late dinner, and after staying there to relax and talk for a while, we’d driven out of town and were now at a secluded beach that had little crests overlooking the ocean. I’d backed up my truck on one of them, and we’d pulled the blankets out of the backseat to wrap ourselves up as we enjoyed the cool night air.
After we’d gotten milkshakes.
“There’s nothing left in yours,” she complained.
“That’s why I said switch.”
She laughed and jammed an elbow into my stomach. “Jerk.”
When hers was empty as well, I set both cups down on the other side of the bed of my truck, and wrapped my arms around her waist to pull her close. We sat there for countless minutes just staring out at the darkened ocean, not speaking as I ran my fingers up and down her arms, across her stomach, and along her bare legs.
“What was that for?” I asked when a soft sigh came from her.
“I don’t know. I’m just happy and calm. I love how it feels like no one can find us here . . . like we’ve found our own private place.”
“I like the idea of having our own spot overlooking the ocean,” I murmured, and let my hands glide up her stomach and over her breasts. Her lips parted and her breaths grew heavier as I focused on them. When a quiet whimper sounded in her throat, I slid my hands down to the top of her shorts, and quickly unbuttoned them and pulled down the zipper.
“Eli,” she protested, her tone laced with anxiety.
My hands froze. “Is it still bad down there?”
“No, but—”
“Does it hurt?”
