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God, this man is sexy.
“I was just enjoying the view,” I say softly.
He comes up behind me and leans down to kiss the hollow of my neck. He wraps his arms around me, his hands meeting at my front, and I lean into his kiss as his proximity makes my entire body tingle.
I turn to face him and raise my arms to reach his neck. As I do that, the sheet pools at our feet, and he hoists me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. His hands cup my butt as he turns towards his bed. I support myself against him with my arms wrapped around his neck, and I lean closer to him, my hands moving through his hair as I kiss him. With one of his hands supporting my weight, the other moves up my back and gently grasps my nape as he deepens the kiss.
“I don’t think I could ever get enough of this, Ellie,” he murmurs into my ear, trailing kisses along my jawline. He lays me down on the bed and hovers over me.
I smile lazily, thinking the same thought.
His hands move to grip my hips with a playful pinch which sends me into giggles, his own laugh reverberating through me.
“You’re ticklish,” he states, confirming a fact that I already know. “Is it just here?” He moves higher, his fingers digging into the sensitive spot up my side. “Or here too?”
My face heats, too aware that I’m naked underneath him as his hands continue to roam. “Rhylan! Stop!” I scream, squirming.
My giggle turns into a yelp as he wrestles me against the bed, his eyes full of a torrid hunger that makes me blush. His eyes stay on mine as my laugh dissipates into a stuttered breath. He guides my hands above my head, and he pins them, holding them in place as he moves his other hand down my body. It finds itself between my thighs, causing a low and needy sound to squeak from the back of my throat. I can feel his smile against my lips as I softly moan into our slow, fervid kiss.
When he releases my hands and they dip into the waistband of his sweatpants, he sighs into my mouth. We move hurriedly as my hands pull at his sweatpants, and he pulls away to remove another condom from his nightstand.
As he moves into me, I gasp, my urgent breaths silently giving way to my desperation. He hovers over me, his trail of kisses moving down my neck. I shift, rolling over him and straddling him before he sits up, wrapping his arms around my waist as I pull his face towards me. We kiss, our hungry mouths devouring each other as I move over him.
He growls into my mouth. “I love the way you feel,” he whispers over my skin as his hand threads through my hair, my head falling back.
His feverish words ignite a spark in the pit of my stomach, and I match it in equal strides with my whimpered moans and gasps.
I buck against him, moving urgently. He lifts his hips to meet mine, our bodies chasing the waves of utter bliss together.
Everything in this moment is about heat, passion, and fervor. About kindling a fiery blaze between us that seems to ignite with every touch. About learning how our bodies move together, like two partners twisted in a tango, dancing in and around a growing flame, all fueled by ecstasy.
THIRTY
RHYLAN
We spend the morning limbs overlapping limbs, in and out of sleep as we create an isolated island, us two the only inhabitants. As the late morning light starts to invade my bedroom, I look over at Ellie asleep again, naked and tangled in my sheets. Her dark hair, now a deep caramel color against the light, covers her face to create a soft curtain while her rosy cheeks and swollen lips peek through the wavy slits. I brush the hair from her angelic face and watch as her chest rises with every breath she takes.
My Eleanor.
I get up and mosey into my kitchen to cook breakfast. When I open my fridge and find my food supply to be sparse, I settle for eggs and bacon, knowing that Ellie won’t be able to refuse the savory strips of greasy breakfast meat. The melodious humming coming from my closed mouth happens without me noticing. My head bobs up and down as I happily find the upbeat tune of “Crazy in Love” from somewhere deep within the recesses of my brain. Just as I start reciting, or rather, mumbling my personal version of Jay-Z’s rap lyrics, Ellie walks into the kitchen.
The acute focus that I have on my sunny-side-up eggs shifts into an overly goofy grin once I see her. She’s wearing my button-down shirt, and it reaches just up to her thigh, exposing her smooth legs and bare feet while the folded collar wraps around her slender neck. She rubs her face as a smile peeks through her fingers. Her hair is an adorable mess that she gathers with her fingers and ties into a messy pile on the top of her head using a hair tie that was secured to her wrist. The spatula slackens in my hand as I drink in the sight of her, from her shrinking in my oversized shirt to the way only her toes touch the cold tile, the rest of the soles of her feet tilted up into the air. She looks so comfortable, as if in her own home, as she tiptoes toward me.
“Good morning.” She smiles, her face relaxed and blissful.
“Good morning.”
She stops in front of me, and I lean down for a kiss. My spatula clumsily finds its way on the counter, and now my hands are free to give her my full attention. With a quick sweep, I lift her and settle her on top of the kitchen counter. Her hands naturally link together behind my neck, just as my mind wanders to what I would do to her right here on the kitchen counter. With those thoughts swimming through my mind, my hands gravitate to her lower back. She looks at me, one brow quirked up and a smile that’s being held back.
“You know, if we don’t stop, I don’t think we’ll ever step out of your house,” she teasingly scolds.
“That’s the plan.” I smile back at her, biting my lower lip and flicking my brows up.
She pulls me towards her, hooking her leg around the back of my thigh and arching her body towards me, causing me to crash into her. She breathes out a soft moan when I press my body into hers. I wrap my arms around her, gripping the back of her neck as she angles her lips against mine, and I completely forget what I was doing that led up to this moment. Shivers trail down my back when her hand dips into the waistband of my sweatpants.Fuck, I don’t want this to ever end.
“Ellie,” I manage to murmur. I can feel her smile through our kiss.
We’re interrupted by the spitting of oil coming out of the frying pan, hitting my bare back, causing me to flinch. “Ow!”
