I stared at her, trying to make sense of this. But she just blinked those beautiful brown eyes at me, waiting for my answer. She was so beautiful and perfect and so utterly mine—in my head, anyway.
Of course I was going to think about her tonight. I was constantly thinking about her. Constantly aching for her.
“Eleanor,” I sighed.
She cocked her head to the side, her bottom lip slipping through her white, perfect smile. “Hm?”
Oh, so she wanted to be a little tease now, huh?
Goddamnit, fuck it all, then.
I leaned forward, no longer resisting the pull of her fuck-me eyes. “Watching you eat that taco was possibly the most erotic experience of my life, and now you’re next to me making little moans and flashing your perfect, perky ass at me. Being around you is the most intoxicating, arousing, unbelievable thing. So yeah, I probably won’t even make it home before I stroke one out.”
Her sinful smile grew. “I was hoping you would say that.”
I was panting now. Might even be drooling.
“Why, El?”
“I was just thinking…”
She worked one leg out from under the blanket and then the other, exposing her smooth, shapely limbs.
“What if you showed me?”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
sully
MY JAW DROPPED.
My brain wiped blank.
There was no way those words just came out of her mouth.
No way I’d heard her correctly.
“What—are—El, I?—”
I was malfunctioning.
I wason fire.
Meanwhile, Ellie’s sly grin only grew as she watched me struggle.
“If you’d ratherIshowyou, that could be arranged.” Her voice was like warm honey, making my insides feel gooey. Eleanor looked up at me beneath dark lashes, and I wondered if I was in some sort of alternate universe. Maybe the same sort of universe we’d stumbled into that night in Boston.
I twisted my body to face her—one knee bent on the couch cushion while my other foot remained flat on the floor as I attempted to stay grounded.
My pulse galloped as I asked, “Show me what, El?”
I needed her to be really fucking explicit about what was happening here. Because while I might want her more than I’dever wanted anything, I was not about to risk fucking this up. Not now. Not when parts of her were coming back to me.
“What I’ve done this summer when I get off…” She paused, but her mouth was open like she might say more, and Ineededher to say more. Ineededto know more about Ellie getting herself off. What she looked like, what she did, what she thought— “…while thinking of you.”
“Yes.”
Yes, yes, yes, yes.
