Page 90 of Slow Burn

Fiddling with the throw blanket Georgia had resting over her legs, she didn’t make eye contact.

Love was a serious commitment, and this was her first experience with it. Though without any doubt or hesitation, Georgia loved Elijah. It wasn’t about how sexy he was or how he made her toes curl with orgasms. It was so much more. She loved his sarcasm, how seriously he took every decision he made, how his smiles were earned, not freely given, and how they just clicked.

Elijah Barnett was a complex man, and she was in love with him.

“You love him.” Sophie was pushing for confirmation.

Georgia finally looked at her. “Yes, I love him. Before you tell me it’s too soon, I’ve known him for six months, and even if it was less time, it shouldn’t matter. Elijah is the one for me.”

“This is a lot of information.”

Giving her friend some time to digest, she went into the kitchen to grab them some water. When she came back into the living room, Sophie pointed at the couch for Georgia to sit.

“You realize if he is the one,” Sophie took a break to take a gulp of her drink, “you’ll never know what sex is like with someone else.”

“Why is that a bad thing if Elijah is a god in bed?”

Sophie nodded. “You’re right. I guess I’m a bit envious that your first is also your last, you know?”

Georgia watched her friend closely, noticing her hands were shaking. “Are you okay?”

“I’m actually really tired. This first month back to school is kicking my butt. Do you mind if I head home?”

“Sophie, what’s wrong?”

Her friend let out a long breath. “I don’t want to talk about it. Ever, actually. I’m sorry.”

Jumping over to her, Georgia gave Sophie a big hug. “I am here for you, no matter what.”

“It’s not something I want or should talk about,” she said, as if she were holding back tears. “I’m fine. Just hearing you found the one, and Elijah was your first and hopefully your last, just got me all up in my feels. I’ll call you tomorrow, promise.”

Georgia nodded, dropping her arms. Once she left, she wondered what the heck happened to upset Sophie.

SUNDAY FINALLY ARRIVED. Elijah took a quick shower at the station after his shift, and hauled ass back to his house, giving an Irish goodbye a whole new meaning.

He smiled, ear to ear, when he saw Georgia’s car parked in his driveway.

That little minx was there, and she didn’t send one single picture.

Elijah unlocked his door, kicking it shut behind him, and glanced around. His peach was nowhere to be seen.

Taking the steps two at a time, he burst into his bedroom and stopped as soon as he saw her. Georgia had the covers pulled up under her chin. She was on her side, and it appeared she was sleeping.

Fuck, was she naked?

He stripped out of his clothes and crawled into bed next to her. His arm slid around her, and hell yes, she wasn’t wearing anything. Elijah battled with himself for all of ten seconds before he decided to wake her up.

Slipping under the blanket, he moved between her thighs and heard her mumble. He smirked, loving how he was about to have her wake up to coming all over his face.

As quietly as he could manage, he spread her legs apart, and her breath hitched. Not wasting a second, his mouth covered her pussy, licking and sucking on her before moving to her clit.

“Elijah,” she moaned, her hips shaking.

His tongue flattened against her clit, giving her all the pressure she craved. Fuck, how did she always taste so good?

Georgia gasped. “Oh my god!”

He thrusted two fingers into her drenched core. “I got done a little early, so I wanted to surprise you.”