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I sent him a slow, coy smile as I moved my hand down and back up, and his blue eyes became hooded as they looked down at
where I was touching him.
His eyes shut for a few seconds before opening on me again when I added my other hand, and I nervously asked, “Like this?”
He nodded without saying anything, and brought one hand up to caress my cheek and brush back the wet hair hanging in my face. “Tighter,” he said a few minutes later, and I gripped him harder in my hand.
A deep groan sounded in his throat before he slammed his mouth onto mine. Eli took advantage of my shocked gasp when he bit down on my bottom lip, and slid his tongue along mine. I could taste me and immediately recoiled, but Eli followed through with the kiss until I was greedily meeting the strokes of his tongue with my own.
The force of the kiss had moved us against the wall under the showerhead so the water was pouring down Eli’s back as he bent over me.
“Fuck, Paisley, keep going,” he begged with a rough voice, and pumped into my hand.
We both looked down to where my hands were moving from base to tip on his long length, and the only warning I had was the pause in Eli’s rough breaths before he was coming on my stomach. He groaned with his release, and I just stood there staring as his hips slowed their movement. His chest moved roughly a few times before he bent and captured my lips again. This kiss was light, but searing, and moved through my body in a way I knew I would remember in the months to come.
“Let me wash you off,” he breathed when he pulled away, bringing me with him.
Turning my body so my back was to his chest, he let the spray pound against my stomach as he reached for the soap he’d set down at some point, and rubbed it between his hands. I wiped at my stomach to get the lingering stickiness off me before he pulled me away from the water and began running his hands over my body.
He started with my shoulders and each arm, then moved to my chest and paid special attention to each breast before he moved over my stomach and hips, and around to my back. Kneeling down while he created more suds, he lathered up each leg before looking up at me with a wry smile and moving between my legs.
My body jerked, and I whimpered in protest. Everything was too sensitive after the last couple hours. “Too much.”
His smile widened, and he stood and moved behind me to push me toward the water. “Guess I’ll have to wait until we wake up.”
A needy sound got caught in my throat, and he laughed softly.
When we finished cleaning, he wrapped me in a large towel before drying off his body and walking back into the bedroom. Not bothering with clothes, I crawled onto his bed and lay facedown, watching as he put on a pair of boxer briefs.
Grabbing a shirt out of the middle drawer, he walked over to me and pulled the towel away, ignoring when I whined and tried to hold on to it.
The whining stopped as soon as his lips touched the back of my right ankle.
With soft, openmouthed kisses and gentle hands, Eli made a line up my right leg as he came to kneel above me on the bed. I was squirming underneath him when he reached the back of my thigh, and even rose up on my knees in silent plea despite how I’d just asked him not to touch me again in the shower, but he continued up.
I felt him spread my bottom, and gasped. “Don’t you dare, Eli Jenkins!”
He laughed and bit playfully on my butt before continuing to the small of my back and up my spine. By the time he reached the back of my neck, my entire body was covered in goose bumps, and I’d lost count of how many times I’d shivered.
“Put this on, Paisley,” he said softly, and I blinked my eyes back open.
I pouted as I sat up on my knees; I hadn’t been ready for that to end. Taking the shirt from his hand, I slid it over my head and watched him prop up the pillows on the bed. When he sat up against them, I looked at the spot by his side before moving onto his lap.
His blue eyes were playful, but held a hint of need. “So you liked sleeping like this, then?”
I bit down on my bottom lip when I felt him harden underneath me, and moved my hips against him.
I was right. Waxing was so worth it. It felt amazing.
“Paisley—”
“I want this, I want you. I don’t want to wait until Sunday to be yours.”
He smiled and sent me a puzzled look. “You are mine.”
“I want to be completely yours, Eli.”
Instead of immediately coming back with something about how these two weeks were about me, and once they were over we would . . . Eli sat there staring at me.
