Even if this is the last night we ever share, I’ll never regret it.
“I don’t want to run anymore.” My words are filled with honesty.
“I won’t let you.”
I hold his face in my hands, bring our lips together, and kiss him. Eli takes control, brushing his tongue against mine. Both our breaths are heavy as we drink each other in. This man can kiss like no other.
Eli pushes me to my back, and my heart takes off in a gallop. I watch his hands move from my hips, up my chest, and then he removes my shirt. “You’re the most beautiful thing in the world,” he comments while looking down at me.
My nerves bubble up, but the look in his eyes stop them. There’s no mistaking the passion there, but under that layer is so much honesty, it knocks the wind out of me. “The way you look at me . . .” I mutter.
“Is the way you make me feel,” Eli finishes my half statement.
Every thought in my mind is gone. I can’t hold on to anything long enough for it to make sense. The only thing I know is that I need him. I need to touch him and make him feel everything I’m feeling.
“Kiss me,” I request.
He doesn’t make me wait, his mouth is on mine in an instant. His hand cups my cheek, providing the tenderness to offset the force of his lips. I try to pull his shirt off, needing the skin-to-skin connection, but I can’t remove it.
Eli does that guy move where he reaches behind his back and pulls his shirt off in one move. God he’s sexy. I love watching the muscles tense as my fingers explore him.
I stare at the ink I’ve come to love so much. The arrows on the inside of his bicep, the words on his hip and his arm, the cross on his shoulder, and wanting to see the birds on his back. My hands glide across the one that goes from his side down over his hip. “Tell me about this one,” my voice is soft.
“It’s to remind me that I don’t have a right to judge anyone. To each his own.”
“And the birds?”
Eli moves my hair from my forehead and hesitates. “To remind me that even though I feel caged, I’m free.”
A part of my heart breaks at the sullen tone in his voice. “Do you feel caged?”
“Not when I’m with you.”
“I’m glad.” I move my fingers higher, loving that he allows me to touch him freely. “This one?” I graze along his shoulder following the shape of the cross.
“Perspective.”
I regard him with bewilderment. I definitely didn’t expect that answer, and I’m not sure what it means.
Eli seems to sense my confusion, and he gently brushes his nose against mine. “When things in life get hard to deal with, it’s easy to be angry, blame others, and forget all the good. Each day I see that tattoo, it gives me strength, humility, and drive to live the way I want.”
“Why do you have to be so perfect?” I ask.
His fingers slide against my neck and his lips brush against mine. “It’s only because you’re meant for me. I’m not perfect, baby. We’re just perfect together.”
His mouth crushes down on mine with so much passion I feel it through my toes. The power in his touch rocks me to my core. Our connection is so much stronger than the night of the concert. Tonight isn’t about hooking up with Eli Walsh. It’s about Ellington, the man that is stealing my heart so effortlessly. The man I’m quite possibly falling in love with.
He pulls the straps of my bra off slowly, placing soft kisses on my neck before fully removing it. Our mouths find each other again as his hand moves to my breast. Pulling the nipple between his fingers, rolling it, causing me to moan.
“I love the sounds you make,” he declares as his mouth moves lower.
“You make me feel so good.”
He groans, peeking at me as his tongue glides around my skin. “I love the way you taste, too. I’m going to savor you all night long.”
Gone is the sweetness in his eyes, desire has burned it all away.
“Eli,” I breathe his name as he licks around my nipple before taking it in his mouth. My hand is in his hair, fisting it and holding him there as his other hand moves to my shorts. Without much effort, he has me fully naked beneath him.
He moves back to my mouth, kissing me hard while he drives me crazy with his hands. I gasp when his finger finds my clit and he makes a circular motion. My body responds, causing warmth to flow through my veins. Everything he does feels so good. I move against him, wanting more and yet wanting to go slower.
“You’re so fucking sexy when you’re like this,” he murmurs against my ear. “When my hands are on your body, making you feel good, it’s so hot, baby.”
Eli increases the pressure and then inserts a finger. My head lolls to the side as he continues to drive me crazy. “Please,” I beg.
“Please, what?” he asks as his teeth nibble my lobe.
I don’t answer him because I really don’t know what I’m asking for. Just him. I need more of Eli. My fingers tangle in his hair while he continues to finger me and rub my clit.
My mouth falls open as I’m right at the pinnacle of my orgasm, and then I plummet over the edge. He moans against my neck while I scream his name.
Eli looks at me with a self-satisfied smirk.
The need to make him feel as good as he makes me feel takes over. I want to make him go crazy. My hand slides down his chest, and I remove his shorts quickly, freeing his cock. He allows me to push him onto his back with ease.
“Fuck,” he grunts as I grip him.
“I want to hear you make noises this time, baby.”
I pull my blonde hair to the side and kiss my way to his abdomen. My tongue leaves a trail leading to where I plan to go.
He leans on his elbows, keeping his eyes on me as I move lower. “I want to watch you suck my cock.” His voice is thick with longing.
“Well . . .” I kiss all the way down his six-pack. “It looks like you’re going to get your wish.”
Eli does exactly what he wanted, he watches my lips kiss the tip of his cock. I want him to fall apart because of me. As much as he wants me to remember this night, I want the same. Our relationship is filled with obstacles that we’ll either hurdle or trip over. I’m fully aware there are no guarantees, but I can give him this. I can give myself this.
I wrap my lips around his cock, pulling him deep into my mouth as I bob up and down, paying attention to the underside with my tongue. The noises that fall from his lips are exactly what I want to hear. He mumbles and moans as I take him deeper.
Hollowing out my cheeks, I force him to the back of my throat. Eli’s fingers grip my hair, pulling just enough to spur me harder. I love that he’s losing control. I bask in the fact that it’s my body, my mouth, and our connection that’s stealing his restraint.
“Heather! Fuck. Baby! Fuck! You have to stop.” He groans. “I want to be inside you.”
No arguments here.
He pulls me off him and flips me so fast I’m not even sure how it happened. But he throws my legs over his shoulder, and now it’s my turn to watch. “First, I’m going to taste you. I’m going to make you scream my name while I bury myself in your pussy.”
Dear God.
Eli does exactly as he promised. His tongue flicks my clit over and over, while I fist the sheets. He varies from fast to slow, drawing another orgasm to build. “Oh my God,” I breathe as he continues.