Page 64 of Holding Ground

My hand is in her hair, and I lean forward to kiss her. Before the kiss can get out of hand, she pulls away with a grin and finishes removing my other boot.

Then her hands go to my waist. I lean back on my hands to give her room to work. She undoes my belt, then the button and the zipper, and when she licks her lips, I fear I might just come on the spot.

I want it. God, do I want it. But if I let her do what she’s clearly planning, this will be over before we’ve begun.

We’ll have to save that particular pleasure for some other time.

She yelps as I hoist her up and deposit her on the bed.

Taking my time, I remove her shoes and socks, then start on her jeans. Her breath hitches when my hands dip under the waistband to undo the button, and I pull down the zipper. Then I slowly drag the denim down her legs, staring at her emerald-green lace panties the entire time.

When I discard her jeans and panties behind me somewhere, Emelia reaches for me, but I don’t take the bait. I want to draw this moment out as long as I can.

Next, I grip the hem of her shirt, and with her help, I remove it, finding that her bra matches her panties. Her nipples press through the lace, and unable to control myself, I lean in and suckle one through the thin fabric, realizing that my hat must’ve fallen off somewhere along the way when her hands push into my hair. She arches her chest into me, and I suck harder.

“Elliott…” My name falls from her lips as both a curse and a demand for more.

I move to her other breast and deliver the same treatment, tonguing the stiffened peak back and forth before I close my teeth around it, and she gasps. I keep it up while my hand snakes down between her legs and to her mound. Emelia opens her legs willingly, almost desperately.

She’s soaked. My finger slides over her swollen center, and she moans, arching up, pressing her breast harder into my mouth. I tease her, skimming the outline of her entrance with my finger, but never pushing inside.

It’s not until she’s desperate and begging for me that I retract my hand and bring it to my mouth, licking her off my fingers, moaning at the taste of her. Fuck, I swear my dick grows harder, and I didn’t think that was a possibility.

I push off the bed and stand to remove my clothing, making quick work of it. Once I’m naked, I walk over to the nightstand and pull out a condom, extremely thankful I am a guy who prepares. After we kissed, I knew this moment was happening and didn’t want to delay it any further or ruin the moment to go buy condoms.

I rip open the package and roll it on. After, I stand at the edge of the bed and commit the scene in front of me to memory, unable to resist the urge to grip my cock and stroke it as my eyes take her in. “Emelia, do you know what you look like right now?”

Biting her lip, she shakes her head slowly, playing my game. “No…what?”

“I’m gonna show you.”

Getting back on the mattress, I position myself between her legs. Emelia makes quick work of her bra, tossing it somewhere.

My cock aches at the sight of her fully naked and needy. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my life.

“Emelia, we don’t have to do this.” All signs point to her wanting this, but I need her to know that she doesn’t have to feel obligated in any way to do this so soon.

“I don’t want to wait. We already have so little time as it is.”

The reminder that she’s leaving is exactly what I need in this moment, so I can remember that this is temporary. Keep it compartmentalized. Because there’s a good chance she could become an addiction for me.

I lift her legs, drape them over my shoulders, then line myself up with her entrance and push inside, watching her open around me as if she were made for me. We both moan as I slowly inch inside her until we’re fully joined. I meet her gaze.

I’m already thinking about the next time we can do this. I think afternoon visits might be a regular thing when Baylor is at school. Or maybe I’ll sneak Emelia into my bedroom after Baylor is asleep. There’s always the bunkie once it’s finished being repaired.

We’ll figure it out, I’m sure. But one thing is for certain—I want to do as much of this as we can before she leaves Echo Lake. Even though I know this is temporary, I’ll miss it when she’s gone.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-FIVE

Emelia

Elliott meets my gaze as he pushes into me, and it’s nothing I’ve ever known before. We’re connected physically, yes, but in this moment, it’s deeper than that.

He shifts his hips, pulling out of me before sliding back in. Every nerve ending lights up, and I arch my back, unable to remain still. He does it again and again and again, maintaining eye contact, until he grips my ankles and spreads my legs wide, looking down at where we’re joined.

“You should see how well you take me. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything hotter than this.”