Chapter 30 Elijah
ELIJAH
She pulls her T-shirt over her head, and pushes the shorts to the floor. Fuck.
I’m rock hard immediately. And if there was any sight I could hold onto for the rest of my life, it would be this one: Easton with her damp hair hanging loosely over her shoulders, framing her perky breasts and those dark rose nipples, already puckered.
The inward curve of her waist, flaring to her hips, to that completely bare area between her legs.
It wasn’t bare five years ago. The thought that she did it for him infuriates me, but rather than stopping me cold, it makes me want to keep her in this bed until she can’t remember her own name, much less his.
I sit up. Some more mature part of me knows I should stop her as she crosses the room—that we should discuss the fact that this thing between us can’t go anywhere—but goddamn, I already know I’m not going to.
The moment she’s close enough, I reach for her, pull her to the bed, claim her mouth. She arches against me, her tight nipples brushing my chest, and I groan. I want too much at once. I want my mouth everywhere. I want her mouth everywhere.
But most of all I want what we didn’t really get the last time. I want to know what it’s like to be balls-deep inside her, to watch her coming beneath me, to feel the way she’ll clench around me when it happens.
God, just the thought of it has me closer to coming than I should be at this point, but this, all of it, has waited too long. After years of dreaming about her and after believing I’d never get another chance—here she is. Under me, with her legs spread, and, fuck, soaking wet. Already.
I drag her nipple between my teeth, slip my fingers inside her. Her stuttering breath and her tight moan have my dick throbbing, an ache just short of painful.
I start to slide down her stomach—I’ll need to get her off first, because I’m going to lose it the minute I’m inside her otherwise—but she stops me with a shake of her head.
“You’ve done that before,” she says, her voice throaty, as raw with need as mine would be. “I want the rest.”
It knocks the air out of me.
“Let me go down on you first,” I plead. “I won’t last.”
Her eyes are heavy-lidded. She arches, trying to get closer. “You not lasting would be the hottest possible outcome. Maybe we’ll just do it twice.”
Twice. Not what we agreed to, but fuck…yes.
“Do I need anything?” I ask.
I’m almost hoping she asks me to get a condom just because it’ll help me last beyond the first thrust, but she shakes her head.
I grasp my cock and guide it between her legs. Over her most sensitive places but not inside, not yet. I’m teasing her, hoping to get her close, but her gasps and the feel of her already have me close to exploding.
I press to her entrance and our eyes meet.
This moment has been a very long time coming.
It’s been coming ever since that Valentine’s Day when she rolled toward me on my mom’s couch.
Ever since the time I heard about her losing her virginity at prom and put a hole in my dorm wall.
Ever since the night she was very nearly mine. ..and suddenly slipped away.
I thrust, and though it’s tight and I should let her adjust, I don’t. I slam all the way home and her eyes fall closed, her head tipping backward.
“Elijah,” she whispers, wrapping her legs around me, and I can already feel my release coming, a silver thread of tension stiffening my spine.
Not yet, not yet.
I capture her mouth, thrusting hard a second time and a third. Her thighs shake. That silver thread in my spine is molten now, liquid, and no longer a thread at all but a tidal wave.
“I’m going to come so fucking hard,” I whisper, half warning and half apology. I’m going to come, and I can’t stop it.
She clamps down around me the next time I bottom out.
“Coming,” she cries, and I can’t hold anything back for a second more. I release inside her, jerking and desperate, stealing her breath with my mouth as she gasps, and Jesus Christ, she has ruined me for anyone else.
But I guess I knew that long ago.