He clenches his jaw, not saying a word, but he continues to stare. After a moment, he blinks. “Say it again.”
Butterflies invade my stomach at the roughness of his voice, demanding and sultry. “Kiss me. I want you, Elijah Ross.”
One second, my feet are on the floor, and the next, they’re wrapped around his waist. My back presses against the wall as our lips collide. My arms grip his shoulders, holding him tightly as he effortlessly supports me with one palm under my ass. Our tongues tangle together, and we’re barely breathing as we desperately taste each other.
I moan against his mouth as he pushes into me, and I feel how hard he is for me. He was turned on yesterday too, and my mind went wild, imagining how it’d feel to touch.
“Fuck, Cami,” Eli whispers my name with painful exaggeration before moving his lips over my jaw.
My head falls back as he sucks on my neck. It sends heat straight between my legs. I want his tongue and fingers there, but honestly, I want all of him, everywhere. Now.
“I need you inside me,” I plead as he presses himself into me again.
“Christ,” he hisses. “I want to, Cami. I really do…”
“But?” I meet his hardened gaze. “What’s the problem?”
“I don’t have any condoms,” he responds.
Furrowing my brows, I ask, “You don’t? Seriously?”
He sucks in his lower lip and shrugs. “I was coming up here to isolate, alone. Didn’t know I’d need them.”
Shit. He’s right. I don’t have any either because Zane was bringing his stash.
“Any chance you think Amazon would deem them essential and overnight them?”
Eli laughs. “Maybe it’s a good thing. It’ll force us to go slow.”
“That sounds like the opposite of fun, though.” I stick out my lower lip and pretend to pout.
“Ohh, Cami. How wrong you are.” He releases me until my feet touch the floor, then he kneels in front of me, grabbing the hem of my leggings and pulling them down to my ankles.
“Did you forget something?” He arches a brow as I step out of them.
“No, I shaved this morning, thank you.”
He tilts his head and licks his lips. “I can see that.”
“Oh, no panties. That’s because I came down here to seduce you,” I tell him matter-of-factly and am almost embarrassed by how quickly I blurted that out.
“Jesus,” he chokes out. “You’re making it hard to say no.”
“Then don’t,” I say. “I’m on the pill and always get my annual screening.” If he doesn’t touch me soon, I won’t be able to stop rambling.
He groans, wrapping his fingers around my thighs. “Spread your legs.”
I part my feet, my heart beating faster with every eager second. Eli moves a hand up and slowly brings a finger to my pussy, then slides it across my slit. “You’re already wet.”
“Mm-hmm,” I hum, my eyes rolling. He’s torturing me. “I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted you.”
“I guess not,” he says, chuckling softly.
If I admired his facial hair before, it’s nothing compared to how it feels when it rubs against my skin. It’s rough and tickles, and I crave more of him. His tongue slides to my clit, and he squeezes it between his lips.
“Oh my God.” My fingers curl in his hair as the sensations ripple through me. “Don’t stop. Please, for the love of all that’s holy, do not stop.”
“Don’t worry, princess.” He emphasizes the nickname he’s called me for years, except this time it sounds sweet and hungry. “I could please you for fucking hours.”
My back arches as he pushes two digits inside me. The pressure feels incredible as he fucks me with his fingers and flicks his tongue against my sensitive spot. The buildup comes fast, and soon, I’m falling over the edge as he increases his pace, driving as deep as he can.
I clench my teeth, then moan out his name, breathing rapidly as I come down from the highest high I’ve ever had. Eli doesn’t stop like I expected and continues his sweet torture.
“You thought I was done?” He flashes a cocky grin. “I’m just getting started with you.” He stands and takes my hand, guiding me to one of the equipment benches. “Lie down.”
My brows rise in hesitation. Eli nods his head toward it, encouraging me to oblige. Before I do, I grab the bottom of my shirt and take it off. If being naked doesn’t drive him as insane as he’s making me, then I don’t know what will.
“Jesus fuck,” he grunts. “What are you trying to do to me?” He kneels with me spread in front of him. Bending my knees, he pulls my ass closer and places his mouth back between my thighs.
Feeling his fingers and mouth on me is so damn intense that everything goes white, and stars invade my vision. I fist my hands in my hair, trying to breathe through the best orgasm I’ve ever experienced.
“I need you,” I whimper, begging him to fuck me. “Inside me.”
“Cami,” he growls, wiping his mouth as he stands. “Don’t tempt me.”
“Don’t deny me.”
“I just gave you like five orgasms. There was no denying.”
Laughing, I sit up and am eye level with his crotch. He’s so hard; I can’t stop myself from touching him outside his shorts. Thick and big. He steps back, and my hand drops.
“No.”
“No? You don’t want me to return the favor?” I arch a brow.
“I do. I really, really do, but the moment your mouth is on me, my willpower will snap.”
I smirk, knowing he’s struggling as much as I am. “Well, you either let me take care of that or you get to jerk off in the shower like I did earlier.”
He swallows hard, groaning. “You didn’t.”
“I swear! The real thing, though? One thousand percent better, so let me.”
“I’m walking away now. Put your clothes on and meet me upstairs for breakfast.” He steps toward the doorway.
My arms drop to my sides, and my jaw nearly hits the floor. “Are you serious?”
“Cami,” he pleads. “Trust me. I’m going to rub my dick raw later thinking about you, but we can’t just jump into sex.”
Rejected. Again.
Chapter Twelve
ELIJAH
Cami is the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, but damn, when she’s annoyed, she’s somehow even sexier.
It’s quite fucking adorable too how hard she’s trying not to be mad when I know she is. With her shoulders squared and her nose in the air, she walks to the table and silently sits.
“Good morning,” I say, holding back a smile. “I warmed this up, so it’s nice and hot.”
“Great,” she grits out. “What is it?”
“French toast with berries.”
“Sounds delicious,” she blurts out, flashing me a fake grin. It’s hard to keep a straight face when she’s worked up like this. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned about Cami, it’s that she’s used to getting her way.
Not this time, though, and it’s killing her.