Chapter Twenty-Seven
HE PRESSES HIS MOUTH tentatively against mine, and I melt. He wraps his large hands around my face and holds my mouth captive under his. My mouth opens for his, desperate to taste his tongue, feel its warmth. When I catch his bottom lip between my teeth, he groans into my mouth, and presses harder into me. A heat fills my entire core — it feels like I’ve waited for this forever.
He cruelly pulls his mouth from mine, and trails his warm tongue along the length of my neck, and gives me shivers. “I don’t care if it’s just for one week,” he whispers against my ear. “I’ll take anything I can get because I want you, Gabriella.”
I pull my mouth away, not wanting to let go of his hot breath, the taste of him. “I want this too… so bad.”
“You’re absolutely sure?” he asks, always the perfect gentleman.
“Yes, I’m sure.”
I’m shocked when he pulls from me to kneel on the bed. He comes to a stand, and my stomach drops. The room feels cold and empty. Is he playing games? He stands tall over the bed, and in one swift motion, he pulls the duvet off the bed, and a cold blast of air hits me. My pulse races. I can’t see his expression. I’m not sure what is happening.
Without a word, he leans down over me and warms my body again. He kisses me again, and my tongue begs for his, but he doesn’t stay there long. He slides his hot lean torso over the silk of my nightie. His nails dig into the flesh of my hips as he peels off my bottoms, so fast. His mouth explores the length of my legs. I can’t quite believe this is happening. I’m so aroused, I can barely breathe. He wraps his hands around my knees and pries my legs apart. He’s much bolder and rougher than I’d anticipated, and a small part of me is scared. He’s still very much a stranger, and I’m here with him, and no one knows where I am. But fuck, I’ve never been so turned on.
I think about John. I don’t feel guilty. I deserve this. Every second of this. I wonder if this is how John feels when he’s with Amanda.
He teases… butterfly kisses all along one thigh. He blows a hot breath on my sex, and drops soft kisses on my other thigh. I claw my fingers through his hair. “Please, Eli,” I beg and pull his head between my legs. When the heat of his mouth finally warms me, I close my eyes, throw my head back, and sink into the amazing sensation. It’s been way too long, and I know it won’t take me long. My moans echo against the walls as he slides his hot tongue down my pussy. I revel in the anticipation, the building pressure… nothing has ever felt so good. I let out a scream when I finally climax. I can’t even remember the last time I screamed like that.
He eases, and trails soft kisses along the curves of my torso. When he finally reaches my mouth, he kisses me deeply — I can taste myself on his lips. “I want you,” I whisper. I slide my hands over the curve of his ass, and pull his boxers down. He helps me along, and his lips never leave my skin. He makes his way to my mouth and kisses me again, but just for a second or two. He pulls away cruelly, and reaches into his night table. I watch him slide the latex over his erection, and it arouses me so much.
He leans down over me again. “Are you sure?” he asks again. “This is so much more complicated for you. We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
I take him in my hands – he’s rock hard, and I want him inside me. “Yes, I’m sure.”
He sinks into me, slowly and gently. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, and hook my legs around his hips, wanting him deeper. He exhales loudly as he presses into me, and breathes into my ear. “I’ve dreamed of this about a thousand times.”
I smile. “Me too.”
I think of John again. I blink him away. He has no right being here, between the two of us. This is our moment. Ours alone. I grab Eli’s face, and draw his mouth to mine. “Kiss me,” I beg.
His kiss makes me forget everything. I want to get lost in him, and I do. With every second, he brings me closer to pure bliss. He makes me come again, long and hard.
I’m hot and satiated as I lie in his arms. I trail a finger along his tattoos, and the delicious line under his navel. His skin is so soft and beautiful. I never want this moment to end, but my body’s need for sleep betrays me. My lids feel heavy, and my breathing slows as I sink into him. I fall asleep in his arms, blissful.
When I wake, I’m all alone, and my heart sinks a little at the sight of the empty bed. The sun peeks through the edges of the large window. The curtains are still closed, and the warm daylight calls to me. I hop out of bed and slide the curtains open. When I turn back, I notice a small statue perched at the edge of the bed with a note.
It’s a small replica of theLittle Mermaidstatue. I pick it up and study it — it’s pretty and would look great on my bookshelf, amongst my books, or possibly on my desk, functioning as a paper weight. The note reads:
A little something for the prettiest girl I know.
I smile. I don’t often think of myself as a girl, but he does make me feel like a girl. When I’m with him, I feel young again, fearless, and excited about life’s possibilities.
He walks in, wearing nothing but his lounge pants and a smile. If I stare too long, I might just pull him back to the bed for another round. “Good morning, sleepy head,” he says.
I look over at the clock. “It’s already past ten. I’ve slept about twelve hours. I hold the small statue in my hands. “Thank you for this.”
“I thought you’d like that.” he says.
“I do. I love it. When did you get this?!”
He scratches his sexy morning scruff. “Yesterday, at that gift shop,” he tells me.
I’m confused. “But I didn’t see you buy it.”
He grins. “Are you calling me a thief?”
So that’s what’s wrong with him — he’s a secret klepto. He likes to steal food and knick knacks. Seriously, there has to be something wrong with the guy — he’s too perfect.
