18. Call It Fate
CALL IT FATE
P hoebe was losing her mind in the best way possible.
It’d been too long since she’d had sex and she couldn’t remember the last time she initiated it.
Least of all with someone she only knew a few weeks.
But she knew what she needed and wasn’t going to play games anymore.
A few more dates would not change her mind so why wait when her body had taken the wheel? Let’s just hope it drove better than she did in the snow!
She threaded their fingers together and walked toward her bedroom. Elias following behind her.
The minute they were in her room, he hit the light switch on the wall, the small lamp by her bed the only glow in the room, her door shut, and Elias had her in his arms.
He was holding her tight, his mouth was crushing hers and she wanted everything he was willing to give her.
He wasn’t going to treat her like she was fragile.
He wasn’t going to be sweet and tender either.
It was exactly what she wanted. How he knew that, she wasn’t sure.
Call it kismet.
Call it fate.
She called it hot!
She hopped up some and he understood she wanted to wrap her legs around his waist, so his hands moved under her ass.
“Yeah,” he said. “Just what I wanted.”
She laughed in her throat but didn’t want to talk. He said they didn’t need to so she put her mouth back to his.
He moved a few feet to her bed and laid her down, but she wasn’t unlocking her limbs from around his body.
He pried her legs apart though so she had little choice.
Rather than lean back like she thought he was going to do, he only slid his hands under her sweater. She jumped at how cold they were and he laughed.
“I thought the cup of coffee would have warmed them,” she said.
“They didn’t warm yours,” he said, his mouth moving around her neck and nibbling.
“My plan failed.”
She knew her hands were cold when they went under his shirt, but he’d done a better job of not jerking like she’d done.
And that also meant she’d given it away that she had been thinking about getting him naked and only trying to figure out how to bring it up rather than change her mind.
“I don’t care about chilly hands,” he said. “They warm up fast enough.”
Just like her body felt as if it was a torch leading the way.
The tightness around her breasts released as he unhooked her bra. Much faster than other men had been able to do.
What was so difficult about two little metal clasps was beyond her, but it always seemed to happen.
Not this time.
Not with this man.
His hands moved around under her bra, cupped her breasts, his thumbs rubbing over her hardened nipples a few times like a magic button for her hips to rise into his.
Her body wanted what it did.
Elias was doing the same because the next instant her sweater and bra were lifted and off her body and tossed somewhere in the room.
“Keep up,” she said, reaching for the buttons on his shirt. She was struggling to get them undone and laughed.
“What’s so funny?”
“I had this thought at how easily you managed my bra clasps and yet I can’t get my fingers to work on these buttons.”
“I’m good with my hands,” he said, smirking, but then sat back and undid the first few buttons on his shirt and then pulled it over his head to have it land next to her sweater on the floor.
She was reaching for the clasp on her pants, so he did the same with his jeans.
At this point, they were both in a race to see who could get naked the fastest.
She bent over to pull her socks off and knew she looked silly, but it’d be even more ridiculous if she was naked but for her black socks that she’d had on under her ankle boots.
“Do you have a condom?” she asked. “Otherwise I’ve got to walk into my bathroom.”
Guess she hadn’t planned it as well as she thought and giving him a view of her naked body while she walked out of the room wasn’t something most women proudly wanted to do.
“Got it covered,” he said, smiling. “Literally.”
The sexy grin of his shot the torch to higher flames.
He reached for his jeans and pulled one out of his pocket.
Did he think this was going to happen tonight too?
Was it just wishful thinking?
She had to shut her brain off since things were working the way she wanted.
The minute the wrapper was opened, the switch in her brain flipped and her eyes landed on his cock.
He was covered and walking closer to her. So fast that she didn’t have a chance to admire what she’d been waiting for.
He had her in his arms once again, his mouth slanting over hers. She’d already slid back up on the bed and he was lying on top of her, his hands under her hips and lifting her some so she was at an angle.
Perfect, because the next thing she knew, he was sliding in effortlessly and a moan escaped from her mouth.
Her back arched and he pulled out and then entered again.
He did it a few times as if it was the beginning of a massage and he was just warming her up for what was to come.
She was going to come. That was all she knew.
And it was going to be fast if he kept that up.
“Elias,” she said. “Oh God, you feel good.”
He leaned down close to her face, his hands in her hair, holding her tight, her body moving up into him on its own.
“Say my name again,” he said low in his voice.
“Elias,” she said.
“Tell me what you like, Phoebe.”
Her eyes went open.
She got it now. The saying of the name.
To do it in this situation was a massive turn on. More than a physical one.
“Say my name again,” she said.
“Phoebe,” he said in almost a whisper.
“Kiss me,” she said. “While you make me come.”
His mouth slanted over hers again, and his tongue invaded her lips, the two of them doing a wet tango in more than one place.
Her bed was squeaking. That was what registered in her mind. She’d never had a bed make a noise before.
Never moved as fast as she was either.
But Elias had a speed and rhythm to him and she was matching as best as she could.
Until her body couldn’t keep up another minute and the floodgates opened, parts of her were tensing, others relaxing, and almost singing.
No. Those noises were groans coming out of her mouth as he was slamming into her again and again until he dropped and crushed her.
He stayed there about five seconds before he realized his weight was heavy and then rolled and got out of bed and walked into her bathroom.
At least she thought so because she fell right to sleep.
The next time she opened her eyes, she realized it was dark in her room and she wondered if she was alone.
Oh my God, had Elias slipped out on her?
But she fell asleep on him.
She didn’t know which might be worse.
Her hand moved over to the other side of her bed and noticed that it was indented.
That meant he was still in bed with her.
She rolled and reached for her phone on the bedside but realized it wasn’t there.
Why would it be?
She was under the sheets when she hadn’t been before, but she was still naked.
It was as if she was drunk on an orgasm and had no memory of anything other than feeling blissful.
That has never happened in my life.
She threw the covers back since she had to pee and made her way quickly to the bathroom in the hall next to her room.
She never turned a light on. Didn’t need to. She had one of those solar nightlights plugged in there.
She did her business and came back to bed after she popped her head into the kitchen to see the time.
Four a.m. and she was naked and cold and rushed back to bed.
She slid under the covers quickly. No reason to find a shirt at this point. She’d be getting up in an hour but didn’t want to do it this early.
The only problem was she was wide awake and thinking about her actions from the night before.
Normally when she woke like this she thought about work for the day.
Yeah, no matter how hard she tried, that wasn’t happening.
The bed moved and a heavy warm arm came around and pulled her close so that they were spooning.
She wasn’t the spooning type!
What she noticed was that he was naked too.
Did Elias normally sleep naked? She never did.
But she had last night.
“I can hear you thinking,” he said in her ear.
“My mind can’t shut off,” she said. “Normally I wake up and think of work or do work.”
“I can take your mind off of it,” he said, his mouth moving around her neck.
She was warming up fast now too.
“Please do,” she heard herself say.
“We don’t even need to get out of bed,” he said. “I brought a condom from your bathroom back last night, but guess I wore you out.”
She smiled in the dark. “You really did. I’m awake now though.”
“Then stop talking, stop thinking, and just feel.”