Chapter 13
Crysta’s brain shut down. Literally just stopped working. Every thought dissolved as Eli slanted his mouth over hers and deepened the kiss. She responded, moaning against his tongue as it slipped inside of her mouth. Good God.
A moment later, she remembered they said they wouldn’t do this. It was bad. Very bad. All kinds of complications and heartbreak. Her brain screamed for her to stop this insanity.
She ignored that crazy bitch.
Instead, she twined her hands around his neck and moved closer. His body was so hard, so hot. And damn, the man could kiss. It was like he was some kind of expert on how to make her melt with just the use of his mouth. At this moment, she would do anything to keep kissing him. He didn’t need a weapon to threaten her. All he needed was his mouth—it was lethal.
He skimmed his hands down to her ass and urged her even closer. When she pressed against him, she shivered. There was no doubt he was aroused. Heat pulsed through her blood. She couldn’t get close enough to him. Moaning, she bent her head back to give him better access to her throat. He nipped at her skin, his teeth grazing over her jawline. His fingers slipped through her hair and pulled at the combs that held it up. She shuddered as they stumbled back over to the bed. Crysta fell and bounced up, but Eli gave her no time to think, he covered her body, devouring her mouth again.
Again, she was drowning. Crysta had never had a man who was so overwhelming with just a kiss. Okay, the body didn’t hurt, nor the feel of his hard cock against her sex. He flexed his hips and she moaned against his tongue again. Soon, though, she wanted more. She wanted to feel his flesh next to hers. Eli must have had the same thought.
Without a word, he rose to his feet beside the bed, and undid her wraparound dress. For a long moment, he said nothing. His gaze slid down her body, then back up again. Hunger flared in his eyes, his cheeks flushed.
“Bloody hell, woman. If I had known you were wearing that under the dress, I probably wouldn’t have been able to concentrate. Hell, we would have never made it to Ross’ house.”
She’d worn the red lace push up bra and matching panties. She had always liked sexy lingerie and, most of the time, wore it to please only herself. He traced the lacey edge of her bra, teasing the flesh that rose above it. Leaning down, he pressed his mouth against her breast, grazing his teeth over the nipple through the material. The next instant, she felt his fingers slipping over her panties, pressing into her sex, again through the material. Already damp, the action had her groaning, pressing up against his finger. She didn’t even care that he had almost complete control over her. She would do anything to come.
He moved over to her other nipple to give it the same treatment, as he eased his hand inside of her panties. His movements weren’t practiced or controlled. Rough, fast, he thrust his fingers inside of her and she almost came. He pumped in and out of her a few times, then he drew his hand away.
Eli helped her out of her dress and covered her body once more. Without closing his eyes, he sucked on her bottom lip. Then, without warning, he rolled them over the bed so that she was sitting on top of him.
“I had to see that in full view, love.” He slipped his hands up her torso to cup her breasts. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples again. The material was still wet from his mouth. “Please tell me you haven’t been wearing things like this beneath your clothes at the ranch.”
She smiled down at him. There was something about Eli that made her feel so…well…girly. “Sometimes.”
He closed his eyes and swallowed. Hard.
“Lord.” He opened his eyes. They’d darkened even more. “Are you trying to torture me?”
She thought for a second, cocking her head to the side and smiling. “Maybe.”
He sat up and pulled her down so that he could kiss her again. She was hot, getting hotter by the moment. Arousal surged, sending a shudder through her body. It was getting harder and harder to control herself, to draw out the moment. It wasn’t as if she was going to hold off anything, but she had a feeling this might be the only night she was afforded a taste of Eli. She wanted to savor it…him. She cupped his face and deepened the kiss.
He groaned as he sucked on her tongue. Her hunger grew, her senses rejoiced. Soon, it wasn’t enough for either of them. He rose off the bed, and tossed her back on it. She laughed as she bounced. He was tearing at his clothes, throwing them behind him. This was a new feeling. Eli St. John was acting desperate. This was a man who thought everything through, but when it came to her, he lost his control.
When he shucked off his jeans, she was happy to find him completely nude. Of course, Eli St. John went commando. She laughed.
“I like the sound of that.”
“What?” she asked.
“Your laugh,” he said with the most serious look she had ever seen on his face. “There are times I hear it dance over the air when I’m working, and it’s like you’re calling my name.”
Her heart turned over and she was in danger of telling him right then that she was falling for him. How could she not fall for a man who said things like that to her? Especially when he was already naked and she was ready and willing.
Keep it light, Crysta.
She wanted to tell him everything she was feeling, but that would be a mistake. Instead, she smiled up at him as he stepped closer. She sat up. Without hesitation, she slipped her hand over his cock. She slid her fingers down one side of it, then back up over the tip and down the other side. He shuddered.
“You like to tease, love?”
His voice had deepened, as did his accent. Something dark and dangerous swept through her. Power surged as she wrapped her fingers around his cock. He pulsed against her palm. She gave it another squeeze and he muttered something unintelligible. She was worried he might stop her, but again, he surprised her. He settled his hands on his hips and leaned his head back.
Taking that as an invitation to explore, she leaned closer to touch the tip of her tongue to the crown of his penis. The salty, sweet taste of his precum slipped over her taste buds. She slid her mouth over his shaft. God, she loved to have a hard cock in her mouth, almost as much as she liked having one in her pussy. She moaned as pleasure washed over her. He threaded his fingers through her hair, then molded his hands against the back of her head. As he held her still, he started to thrust in and out of her mouth so deep, she almost gagged a few times. She didn’t care. In fact, she loved it. She wanted to keep going, to make him come and feel it as it slid down her throat, but Eli had other plans.
He pulled back, releasing her head. Irritated, she frowned up at him.
“Oh, love, don’t look like that. This might be the only night I get to be with you, so I don’t want to be alone.”
He eased her back, undoing her bra and pulling off her panties. Instead of joining her on the bed though, he went to his knees. He placed a large hand on each of her thighs, spreading them apart. She was already unbearably wet and had to fight the urge to close her legs. She wasn’t a prude—far from it. She’d never had a problem accepting her sexuality or being free with her partners. But there was something so…well, carnal in the way he was gazing at her sex.
He trailed a finger along her pussy lips. The light touch was enough to send her over the edge, but he didn’t allow for it. He leaned in and gave her pussy a long, leisurely lick.
“Hmm, you have no idea how often I’ve thought of you, what you would taste like.”
He buried his face between her legs, first licking up her thigh until he reached her sex. He slipped his tongue inside her, lapping at her, teasing her clit, and pushing her to the edge. But each time she got close, he pulled back. With each episode, her craving grew. When he finally joined her on the bed, she needed an orgasm so badly, she ached from the need of it. Hell, she didn’t even know her last name at that point.
Eli rose from his knees and looked down at her. She lay there exposed, her entire body shivering. She had tried to stop, but she was too far gone. She needed him now; on top of her, inside of her, any way.
He covered her body once more, then stopped. “Fuck.”
She giggled.
“That’s not funny, woman. I have no protection.”
She snorted, trying to bring her laughing under control. “Sorry. I thought you were just saying what you wanted to do.”
“Has anyone ever told you that you are a smart ass?” he asked.
“Many times.”
“Still doesn’t help the situation. We have no condoms.”
“You don’t, but I do.”
Relief spread over his face at first, then his eyes narrowed. “And just why would you have protection?”
“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”
Without warning, he rolled off her, flipped her on her stomach, and onto his lap. Sometimes she forgot just how fast he could move. He smacked her ass twice, quick and hard. The sting filtered out over her flesh. Her sex clenched and grew damper. Shit, she always liked a Dom who knew how to spank well—and Eli was apparently an expert.
“That will teach you to be so naughty. Tell me why you have them.”
“Cuz I want to,” she said and was rewarded with another smack. Damn, the man knew just where to place his palm. The sting intensified, as did her arousal. Her nipples were so damned hard. She wanted to rub them for relief but resisted. Barely.
“Tell me, Crysta, or it could get worse.”
She laughed. “Okay. Truth is, I always carry them. Just habit.”
He grunted. She couldn’t tell if he was irritated by that comment. “Where?”
“My purse.”
He rubbed her ass with one palm while holding her still with his other hand. She squirmed and he gave her another swat.
“Let me guess, you like to be spanked?”
He didn’t wait for her to answer. Instead, he swatted her ass again. With each connection with her skin, he heightened her arousal. The pain filtered out over her flesh sending ribbons of heat surging through her. He slid his fingers between her legs and inside of her, giving her a few quick thrusts before pulling his finger out then setting her back on the bed. Before she was satisfied. He grabbed her purse. Rifling through it until he found her stash, then dropped her purse back on the table. He walked back over to the bed, ripping the package open. He rolled the condom on. Joining her back on the bed, he covered her body once more. He rose to his knees, pulling her up with him. Entering her in one, hard thrust.
“Oh, god.”
It had been months since she’d had sex, the intrusion was a little much for her to take.
He stilled and leaned down to kiss her. It was part apology, part desperation. She could taste it there, need for her, for this. “Sorry, love.”
She lifted her hand to his mouth. “No apologies. Not tonight.”
She wrapped her legs around his waist and rose up against him. He moved his mouth down to her breasts, as he continued to thrust into her. Damn he was big and so fucking wonderful. She wanted it to last, but she had been pushed too far. Her release slammed through her so hard and sudden that she screamed at the force of it. She bowed up off the bed, causing Eli’s thrust to go even deeper. Before she had recovered from the first, a second tore through her with even more force.
She screamed again, his name. Again, he thrust harder and deeper and when she came the third time, he was with her. He shouted her name as he pumped into her once…twice...
He collapsed on top of her. He was big and heavy but she didn’t care. Instead of complaining, she wrapped her arms around him, and held on tight. She might only have tonight with him, but she was going to make sure to cherish every minute.