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“No.” Elliot didn’t so much as let me consider that. He slid his laptop to the side and leaned over the table, his forearms resting on the smooth wood. “You are who you are because you chose to deal with the shit life handed you with grace, and strength. They didn’t do a damn thing for you; you’re the only reason you’re strong. Don’t you fucking dare give them credit for mistreating you.”
My throat swelled, my heart pounding a bit roughly in my chest.
My emotions were a damned hurricane, and I wanted the hurricane.
So I placed my palms on the table, leaning across the thick wood, and pressed my lips to Elliot’s.
He froze for a minute.
It struck me that this was his first kiss. I’d lost my firsts with an absolute bastard, but I could make Elliot’s memorable—and I wanted to, badly.
I pulled away long enough to lift myself onto the table, and then slid across the smooth top until my legs dangled off the ledge, my body nearly pressing into Elliot’s.
His expression was intense, but wary, too. “Are you sure you want this, Liz? It might be meaningless to you, but it will mean a hell of a lot to me.”
I dug my fingers into his hair, slowly, and his eyes closed as pleasure made his jaw clench. The powerful feeling that rolled through me at the way his body reacted to mine was almost breathtaking.
It had been so long since I felt attractive, so long since I felt sexy, or even pretty.
But to Elliot, I was the most gorgeous woman on the planet.
And because of that, I could make him feel good. I could bring him relief, and relaxation, and pleasure… I could show him what it was like to have the kind of sex I’d only imagined before. The kind where two people respected each other, and cared about each other, and worshipped each other’s bodies.
The climax hormones practically burned me from within, but I breathed, “It’ll mean a hell of a lot to me too.”
My lips met his, and I took control. My tongue slid into his mouth, and he groaned. His hands were still on the table—still not touching me.
“El,” I murmured, pulling away just enough that our eyes met.
“Yes?” His voice was gravelly, and it only made me feel hotter.
“Don’t hold back. Touch me however the hell you want.”
With that, I took his mouth again.
A growly groan vibrated both of our chests, and his hands found my ass. He had me off the table and on his lap in what felt like an instant, his erection pressing into me through his thin sweats and my leggings.
The feel of him, hard beneath me, was enough to make my breathing pick up. But his lips held me captive as he took control of the kiss, his mouth and tongue devouring me like I was his whole damn world and everything else had ceased to exist.
His hands kneaded my ass while we made out, our chests practically glued together while I rocked against him lightly.
Those massive hands slid slowly up my sides, tracing the curve of my body and catching in the hem of my top. His fingers dipped back to the bare skin my shirt revealed, and dug into the skin there, feeling and moving.
Our chests parted long enough for his hands to trace the space beneath the hem of my bra, over my ribs, before he tugged me back to him and his hands started moving over my ass and legs again.
I rocked against him harder as our kiss went on, my body and instincts taking control. The climax was hellish, but Elliot felt so damn good beneath me, against me.
As I neared the edge, my breathing picked up, faster and harder, and I started panting against Elliot’s lips. Small, uncontrollable cries escaped me as I rocked, Elliot’s hands kneading my ass as if encouraging me to keep going, to keep using him.
When I finally shattered against him, I cried out. He swallowed the noise with his lips, which continued moving slowly with mine. His erection was still huge beneath me, hard as a damned rock.
“Did you…” he growled.
“Yeah,” I panted against his mouth. “Fuck, Elliot.”
A snarl escaped him, and his hands were hot on my ass as his hips jerked.
Warm wetness made both of our pants damp, and we breathed hard together, the sides of our noses aligned.
