Page 46 of Love Overdose: St. Louis

His chest was broad, his stomach firm, and a trail of dark hair disappeared beneath his waistband. I followed it with my fingers.

His stomach tightened.

“Frankie.”

The warning in my name made me smile. I lowered my hand and cupped him through his trousers. He was thick and hard beneath my palm.

“Damn.”

His fingers closed around my wrist, but he didn’t move me away. “If you keep touching me like that, we aren’t making it upstairs.”

“Then maybe we won’t.”

The memory of my fantasy sent a pulse through me.

Elijah studied my face. “Have you thought about us?”

“More than once.”

His control shifted.

He turned me and pressed my back against the wall. His mouth found mine while his hands slid over my hips. I felt the strength in him, but not carelessness. Every movement left room for me to respond.

I wrapped one leg around his. He reached beneath my dress and gripped my thigh, lifting it higher against his hip. The position opened me to the hard length pressing between my legs. A moan escaped me.

“That’s what I’ve wanted to hear,” he said against my mouth.

His hand traveled upward beneath the dress. When his fingers reached my thong, he paused.

“May I?”

“Yes.”

His fingertips slipped beneath the thin material and touched my wetness. My head fell back against the wall.

“Frankieeee.”

The way he breathed my name sent another rush through me. One finger moved slowly through my folds before circling my clit. My hips followed the touch.

“You’re soaked.”

“I told you I’d been thinking about this.”

He slid a finger inside me and I tightened around him.

“Shit.”

“Is that good?”

“Yes.”

A second finger joined the first. The stretch made my nails bite into his shoulders. He worked me slowly, his thumb stroking my clit while his mouth moved along my neck. Pleasure gathered too quickly.

“Elijah, wait.”

His hand stopped instantly.

“What do you need?”