It was an accomplishment she could be proud of, something she'd earned on her own merits. She was ecstatic.
She felt terrific!
Elijah was fielding questions now from the crowd. Periodically she would look up from her articles to find him looking directly at her.
She was flattered. But he was obviously distracted by her presence. For the first time since she'd met him, he was struggling to answer questions at times. What had happened to his focus?
I hope he’s doing fine, she thought as she went back to her room.
After taking a quick shower, she changed into a tank top and shorts, feeling like it would make her feel more comfortable. She did her skincare routine, then threw herself on the bed when it was finished.
Finally! Early bedtime as a reward for all those sleepless and tiring days, she thought gleefully as she turned off the lights.
She was still smiling as she counted the number of published articles with her name on them. It was so dreamy, she thought she was losing her mind. Who would have thought she’d be able to achieve such a feat?
But at the back of her mind, she thought something was lacking. She was happy, but she didn’t feel complete. It was as if something was left out of the picture. And she couldn’t pinpoint what that something was, exactly.
Shrugging off such silly thoughts, she closed her eyes and decided to finally try and get some sleep.Her mind wandered, thinking of the intense sensations Elijah’s touch had provided her. The memory of her lying underneath him as he was about to enter her looped in her mind on repeat.
She bit her bottom lip.
How could she forget how good it made her feel whenever he kissed her passionately? His touch made her defenseless. She knew it was crazy, but just the mere brushing of their skin took her breath away. His kisses were the sweetest.
Elijah Scott’s touch was magic.
And she thought she wouldn’t mind getting bewitched by him.
Only him.
She swallowed hard when she remembered how big and thick he was. She knew she was having more and more perverted thoughts these days. But when it came to Elijah, she couldn’t help it. How could she? Especially when she could definitely see herself losing her virginity to him.
Knowing Elijah was like an introduction to a new flavor of ice cream to her.
With him, she was willing to be submissive; she was perverted; she was wild. And it was her first time thinking about how great it would have been to be fucked like that.
Yes, she wanted him to fuck her brains out.
She wanted her first time to be memorable.
She wanted him to be her first.
God, she fucking wanted him!
Meredith gritted her teeth, cursing under her breath for thinking about sex when she should have been fast asleep.
She was horny.
As she debated whether to touch herself or not, a knock on her door caught her attention, making her roll her eyes in annoyance. Who in the world would want something from her?
Getting up from her bed, she grabbed a robe and put it on, tying a loose knot at the waist.
“Hi,” Elijah greeted when she swung the door open. Her face was mere inches from his chest. And she swallowed hard when she smelled his familiar, comforting scent. He smelled so damn good.
Meredith raised her head to meet his gaze.
He looked confused and hesitant.
But she wasn't.
She looked to either side of the hallway to see if anyone was there. When she was certain no one else was around, she pulled Elijah inside her room – fearless and excited.
Tonight is going to be my first time, she thought when she slammed the door shut.
Elijah looked flustered at first, but his expression immediately changed. His eyes turned dark with intense thirst as he stared at her from head to toe.
Meredith blinked, realizing the robe’s knot had come undone, revealing her hard nipples underneath her thin tank top.
Her mind wasn't functioning very well as her heart throbbed hard against her chest. She was nervous. But she thought it would be a whole lot better if he’d just throw his arms around her and kiss her already.
As if reading her mind, Elijah pinned her against the wall, pushing her hands above her head, kissing her savagely. It was a kiss full of want and longing, and it took her breath away. It was intense and exciting.
She responded and matched his pace as his tongue probed her mouth. She loved it whenever he did that. The kiss went deeper.Elijah pulled away, giving them both a chance to catch their breath.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
With his hands running down her spine, he looked her straight in the eyes with a mixture of confusion, fondness and desire. He looked like someone who had been struggling inwardly.
What was bothering him so much?
”You,” he spoke, answering the question on her mind. “I can’t think straight because of you. I can’t fucking get you out of my mind, Meredith. Why are you doing this to me?” he grumbled under his breath. It was evident on his face that he was being sincere.
She stiffened, not knowing how to respond.
Did she really have that kind of effect on him?
Pulling her close, Meredith felt his breath against her neck. His throat pulsed as her breasts touched his chest, igniting the spark between them into fire. She looked at his eyes and felt like she was about to spontaneously combust.
“You shouldn't have let me come in here,” Elijah spoke huskily, each word heavy.
She gasped when his hands traveled to her breasts, cupping them in his hands. His mouth landed on hers, devouring her with such intense hunger. And she obliged, responding to his kisses with more need and want.
He was a predator. And she was his willing prey.She loved the way he touched her.
Elijah’s mouth curled into a smile against her lips, delighted with her response.
“I’m taking everything that belongs to me,” he spoke, freeing her breasts from her top, kneading them before licking and sucking her nipples.
She whimpered in pleasure as he teased her.
He was driving her mad. And she wanted to settle things between them once and for all.
“Take me,” she murmured in between heavy breaths. “I’m yours.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Running his hand along her bare leg, Elijah couldn't help but grunt at the feel of her satin skin against his cool palm. He pulled her shorts down as his fingers slowly crept between her thighs.
He was finally ready to take her – and her virginity.
Meredith was the only woman who had given him the most agonizing rock-hard erection in his entire existence. And he swore nothing and no one could stop him now. This time, he would definitely take what was rightfully his.
She belonged to him.
She was his.
He grinned as he stroked her tense thigh, willing her to relax under his touch.
Since the night at the party, Meredith had been stuck in his head whether he liked it or not. She was sexy. She was naughty. And he knew she wanted great sex for her first time.
Eli had always been a predator and whenever he wanted a woman, he claimed her. If not for the election, he would have already had her.
When he'd learned she was still a virgin, he'd really messed things up between them. He'd been scared – and confused of the feelings he had for her. He didn't know what to do with her. Part of him had felt like maybe she was too precious for him to touch.