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ELI
She lands in my arms, her legs curling around my hips. Her hands cup my face, her palms warm on my bearded jaw.
“You didn’t look,” she says again, as though it’s some kind of miracle and not the normal reaction of a grown man who respects the hell out of the woman he’s been pursuing.
“That’s what good guys do,” I tell her. “They don’t look.”
“Where can I find one of those?” She sounds like she’s teasing. Her poise is recovered – or as much as it can be when I’m holding her up against me.
My poise, however, is on a hair trigger. Her chest is pressed against mine. She smells of flowers and me, with that hoodie covering most of her body. Her legs are smooth as they wrap even tighter around me and I grasp them to keep her from sliding down.
“I’m gonna kiss you now,” I tell her, just in case she wants to escape.
“Yes, please.”
Our eyes catch and we’re both grinning like loons. I’m not sure who laughs first, but suddenly we’re both almost doubling over. It takes all the strength I have not to drop her, and I’m glad I don’t because she looks glorious, her head tipped back, her eyes pleading.
To prevent the kind of injury that could put me out of action for months, I carry her over to the sofa and sit. Mackenzie wiggles until she’s straddling my thighs.
The laughter abates. The grins don’t. We stare at each other and somehow it feels more intimate than a kiss. I reach out and stroke that silky hair I keep fantasizing about. Then I curl my fingers around it and yank until her head is tipped back and her neck is exposed to me.
Her chest hitches. She likes it a little rough then. I do, too. Not all out pain but a little edge.
I lean forward and scrape my lips and teeth against her neck. Then I lick, feeling her pulse against my tongue.
Fuck, I’m hard as steel.
I slide my hand beneath the hoodie she’s wearing, feeling the warmth of her skin leaching through her cotton top. My palm caresses her waist as I kiss my way up her throat, along her jaw, to her parted lips.
Her eyes are already hazy. Her breath fast. “I’m really going to kiss you this time,” I warn.
She laughs again. It’s an aphrodisiac. I want to make this girl laugh as she comes. I want to make her laugh over breakfast in the morning and while she brushes her teeth at night.
I push that thought out of my mind and concentrate on her lips. My mouth claims them, my hand sliding under her pajama top, my palm pressing against her bare skin. The kiss is hot and hard, her body squirming against mine as she curls her arms around my neck. It’s like we can’t get close enough to each other. We lick and kiss and touch and grind but it’s still not enough.
The hoodie comes off, revealing a gray tank that does nothing to hide her sweet breasts and her hard nipples.
“It’s winter,” I mutter. “Most people wear flannel.”
She scrapes her nails against my neck, where my hair meets skin. It feels so damn good I want to let out a purr. “I get hot in bed.”
“You’re about to get hotter.”
“Shut up and kiss me again, Salinger.” I like the way my name sounds on her lips. Way too much.
So I do exactly what she asks. Taking my time, kissing the corner of her lips, the soft center, before sliding my tongue against hers. This time when she grinds against me it’s slow and deep. I want to take my clothes off. I want to feel her skin against mine. Somewhere, deep inside of me there’s the teenage Eli who wanted everythingnow.
But I also want to savor her like a fine whiskey that’s at its very best. I kiss her neck again, her shoulder, dragging my tongue over the swell of her breasts. Then I push the straps down, exposing them to me.
“You’re beautiful,” I mutter, taking them into my hands. She’s a damn work of art. Her breasts are heavy against my palms, her nipples tight as I run the pad of my thumb over them. She lets out a deep groan and I like that, too.
I like everything about this woman. Her squirms are getting desperate, hard against me. Then she reaches down, her fingers stumbling as she unfastens the button on my fly, then pushes her hand down inside my shorts.
Her fingers curl, her palm caresses. My eyes roll into the back of my head. She kisses my neck the same way I kissed hers. Hard and fast and with teeth.
It’s my turn to groan.
“Eli,” she whispers frantically, lifting her gaze to mine.
