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I open my mouth to refute his accusations, but no words come out. What can I say? All the things he’s saying are true.
He leans forward, enticingly close, but still not touching me. “You want back in my arms, don’t you, Eli?” he croons in my ear.
I won’t answer. I can’t.
“I want you back there, too, Eli, but the thing is, I don’t think being in my arms is going to stop your wanting. I think you want more than just my arms around you. You want all the things you’ve been dreaming about since the first day we met.”
My knees go weak at his words. I grab the towel bar for support.
“I’ll give you all those things,” he promises silkily. “Satisfy those desires, all those secret needs that you’ve been trying so hard to hide from me. The ones that you blame me for. The ones that made you throw that bottle at me.”
He takes hold of my shirt, which is still gripped in my hand like it’s a lifeline, and tugs it out of my hold so it falls to the floor.
“You can have it all.” His hot breath fans my neck. “But unlike all those other times you came to my arms in the middle of the night for comfort? This time, if you want more than comfort, you’ll have to ask me for it.”
That would be impossible. Wouldn’t it?
His lips pause an inch away from mine. If I were to lean forward just a little, I’d know what he tasted like.
“Tell me you want my touch,” he orders. “Tell me you want my hands all over you. Tell me you want the pleasure I can give—”
“Yes,” I cry, too far gone to deny my needs any longer.
For a moment, his eyes burn in victory.
His lips are still so close, I lip my licks in anticipation, but he waits, his gaze challenging me.
Instinctively, I know what he wants. It’s the last obstacle I have to face to get what I want. I have to take ownership of this.
I place my lips on his. “Please,” I beg against his mouth. “Please,” I repeat, needing him to take over and to give me what I don’t even know how to ask for.
Jeb hauls me all the way against him, taking over what I’d started and turning it from tentative to steamy with a flirty flick of his tongue against my lips. At the taste of him, I go wild. Like a man who’d been starving, and then suddenly had a feast set before him, I greedily demand more of him.
He gives it to me, anchoring his hand in my hair, and roughly moving me to his liking so he can deepen the kiss. I gasp at the feeling of being possessed by him, and at the opportunity, his tongue invades my mouth, claiming and exploring it as its own.
I shyly slip my tongue into his mouth in response, but he doesn’t allow my timidness. He seeks my tongue out and demands my equal participation.
His rough, callused hands travel restlessly over my chest. He stops to rub them over my nipples. “Fuck,” I cry out. He pulls back from the kiss, his eyes gleaming at my response. “You like that?” he asks, then does it over and over again, eagerly watching how each rough pass of his thumb makes me react.
“Y-yes,” I grind out, and then he twists my nipple hard, and I start bucking against him. He rocks his head back and laughs gleefully. “You’re even better than I dreamed.”
Did he say he dreamed about me?I want to ask about it, but his lips find mine before I can put a voice to my thoughts, and then I’m lost to the totally unreal feeling of kissing Jeb again.
This time, when his hand moves, it’s to my jeans that I’d already unsnapped in preparation for my shower, but now his hands find my zipper and hesitate there.
I know he’s challenging me again. I cover my hand over his and pull down the zipper. He rewards me with a hard kiss and then impatiently pulls my jeans down, taking my briefs with them. As my cock springs out, I can feel the blush traveling over my exposed skin. He’s had so many lovers.How do I compare to them?
“Fucking beautiful,” he says, his voice thick as he takes me in his hand.
My knees buckle, and I almost come at the one-two punch of the visual of his hand wrapped around my cock and the total bliss of his touch. He laughs, catches me, and props me against the bathroom wall. “This is only the beginning of how good I’m gonna make you feel,” he promises, the roughness of his voice sending shivers through me. “Of the things I’m gonna do to you.”
I don’t know if I can survive feeling more. These last few minutes have already gone far beyond what I’d imagined possible.
I start shaking.
Jeb’s eyes go soft. “It’s okay,” he says, leaning over to drop a light kiss on my neck. “I’ve got you,” he says. “Just let me take care of you.”
His hand begins to work back and forth in a steady rhythm. The steamy bathroom fills with my cries and heavy breathing as my body jolts with every one of his upstrokes. “That’s it, baby. Let me make you feel good,” Jeb encourages.
