Page 53 of Trial and Error

A smile pulls at my lips as I smooth my hands up the thick column of his neck. I feel his pulse flutter under my touch and I gently press my fingers over it and watch as he tilts his head to the side—a silent invitation. I lean forward and inhale his deep musky scent before placing a soft kiss against his warm skin and I gasp when his grip on me tightens. I press a few more featherlight kisses against his neck as my fingers trail up and thread through his hair. With a gentle tug, I pull his head back, which earns me a moan, and I can’t stop the small smirk that curves at my lips in response.

As I continue exploring the taste of his skin, his hands start to explore me. They move from my shoulders and roam down my back, past my hips, and down to the curve of my ass, squeezing firmly. Elias lets out a shaky sigh as his hands drift back up and toward the waistband of my pants, where he slips his hand underneath the fabric of my shirt and my skin prickles under his touch.

I pull back and look down at him.

Elias’s eyes are hooded, his cheeks flushed and his hair a mess and god, he looks divine. His jaw clenches as I trace my hand at the stubble there.

“Take off my shirt,” I say, and his hands squeeze my ass so firmly, I know he’s going to leave a mark. “I want you to touch me.”

I can see his hesitation rearing its head and he sharply inhales. “Bridget…” he says through clenched teeth. I can see he wants this just as much as me and that’s what urges me to continue.

Before he can say anything more, I lean back and pull my shirt over my head, tossing it somewhere behind me. I’ve never been completely confident in my body, but the way Elias looks at me, like I’m a goddamn Renaissance painting, has me feeling like the sexiest woman in the entire world. His eyes are calculating as he looks me over, like he’s trying to figure out what part of me he wants to touch first, and I silently thank myself for putting on my best lingerie set, because when his eyes land on the skimpy bra that barely covers me, I know he likes what he sees.

I feel it.

Elias is firm underneath me, and I slowly roll my hips over him, savouring the feeling of his warmth against me. His deft fingers reach up and curve around the underside of my breast and I let out a quiet whimper as he brushes his fingers over the lace cup of my bra. I can’t remember the last time someone touching me felt so good, and I know that if I don’t stop this soon, I’ll have a hard time letting this go. My nipples immediately harden and strain against the material, and Elias looks up at me once he feels them and a satisfied look twirls around his dark eyes.

“This okay?” he asks as his thumb brushes over the puckering bud and I nod, not able to form a sentence. “I thought so.”

I roll my hips against him once more as he caresses me over my bra, and I feel him grow harder. He wraps his arm around my back and hauls me against his chest, immediately latching his lips against my collarbone, and I relish in their softness against my skin.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about you like this,” he breathes out.

My body heats at his words.

A breathy laugh turns into a soft gasp as he nips at my clavicle. “Believe me when I say…” I whisper, “it’s been your name on my tongue whenever I’ve had my hand between my legs.”

His pupils blow out at my choice of words and nothing prepares me for the way his hand wraps around the base of my throat as he slams his lips against my own and the two of us moan at the contact. I feel as though I’m floating as his lips slant against my mouth, moving against mine frantically. He kisses me like he’s been waiting a lifetime to know how I taste, and now that he does, it’s like he can’t get enough of it.

Like he can’t get enough of me.

Elias pulls away slightly, dark eyes meeting my own, and suddenly I can’t stand the distance between us so I lean back down and capture his mouth in my own once more. The movement is slow and sensual, and I decide that I’ve never enjoyed kissing anyone as much as I enjoy kissing him. Soft, pillowy lips caress my own and he hums against me as my teeth graze at his bottom lip.

His lips parts for me without hesitation and I slip my tongue into his mouth and explore. He groans as his tongue moves against mine in languid strokes, and I feel myself begin to rock against him, craving friction. Elias moves his hand from my throat toward the back of my head where he tugs at the ponytail and tilts my head back.

My lips are swollen and parted as I watch him lean forward to press lazy kisses against my neck. His other hand runs down my back and slips into the waistband of my pants and down to cup me. The fit is tight, but feels so fucking right as he kneads my ass in his hands. He looks at me with searching eyes and fussed hair as I reach down between us and pull at the hem of his sweatshirt.

“Off,” I say, fisting the soft fabric in my hand. “I want this off.”

He’s compliant, and my body hums as he leans back and raises his arms, waiting for me to do it for him. I waste no time and discard the sweatshirt the same way I did with my shirt and throw it behind me.

Looking down, I let out a hum of appreciation as I take him in.

Firm, yet soft.

He’s built like a fucking Greek god, but it’s the softness of him that has my mouth watering. His stomach is tone but fleshy, with dark brown hair dusting his torso and I follow the trail that travels down past his navel and into his pants. I reach forward and run my fingers over the hair and I can’t get enough of the feel of him. He’s mesmerizing.

“You’re so sexy,” I say, and while normally I’d be embarrassed by my outburst, the way he’s looking at me has me feeling more than confident as my gaze touches every inch of his bare chest.

He says nothing as he watches and allows me to run my hands all over him. I feel greedy as my fingers attempt to touch every part of him. I rest my hands just below his pecs and look down as my ring glints underneath the light and I inhale deeply. Elias covers my hand in his own and he brushes his thumb over the diamond.

“I need more,” I tell him as I meet his eyes with my own. “I need more of you.”

His mouth opens, but the sound of his phone ringing snaps us out of the daze. He keeps his gaze on my as he bucks his hips to reach for his phone in his back pocket. I let out a soft giggle as I nearly topple to the side, but he holds me firm against his chest.

“Don’t move,” he says as he leans forward and nips at my bottom lip. “Let me put this on silent.”

Elias presses a chaste kiss against my lips before pulling back to look down at his phone and the hazy look is gone and replaced with a look of worry. He sits up straighter but doesn’t let go as he swipes his thumb across the screen and lifts the phone to his ear.