Chapter 25
I was waiting by the door when my phone lit up with a text.
Here
I looked over my shoulder, down the dark hall, and then unlocked the dead bolt as quietly as possible. His body was already in the doorframe before I even finished opening the door. He let out a low chuckle. “You didn’t think I’d come, did you?”
“Shhh,” I said with my own quiet giggle as I grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled him inside. He stumbled his way in because I hadn’t left him enough room to make a clean entry. He grabbed me by the hips to prevent a fall, shifting around behind me as I shut and relocked the door.
His mouth was on my neck before I’d even finished the task.
The only light in the room was from the porch, where a wall-mounted sconce shone through the small window at the top of the door.
The house was quiet except for the humming of the refrigerator and a slow-dripping sink. I needed to get that looked at.
He didn’t let go of my hips as we walked toward my bedroom, causing us both to stumble this time.
I stifled a laugh with my hand. I felt like a sneaky teenager, even though I’d never done anything like this as a teenager.
I reached behind me to hold one of his hands and create a bit of space to help make our walk steadier.
But instead of obliging, he wrapped an arm around my waist. Bringing us closer instead.
Then he was practically carrying me to my room, my back against his front.
“This one, this one,” I hissed, as he almost passed my door on the right.
He pushed the door open with his forearm and then released me to shut it behind us, placing one hand high on the door and the other on the handle to close it as silently as possible.
Then his eyes were on me. My room was even darker than the hall had been, with only a small nightlight on the wall creating the faintest glow, making it hard to see his expression.
But I could see when he moved toward me and wrapped me up again, this time chest to chest.
“Hi,” he said, his mouth against my ear.
“Hi,” I returned, stretching up to wrap my arms around his neck.
His mouth met mine in a rough kiss. He tasted like minty toothpaste, like I was sure I did.
His hands traveled up the sides of my silky black top.
It was long sleeved, but I’d changed out my matching pants for the matching shorts before he got here.
His palms brushed along the sides of my breasts and I gasped in some air.
“I believe you were going to tell me where you wanted my tongue,” he said, his fingers on the buttons of my shirt, undoing each one expertly.
“Everywhere,” I said as an answer, my hands searching for the button on his jeans.
He wore a T-shirt as well, and as soon as he finished with my buttons, he removed his T-shirt by reaching over his head to the back of his neck.
He threw it onto my desk chair while stepping out of his shoes and kicking them to the side.
My eyes had adjusted to the lack of light in the room, and I took in his toned, smooth chest as I still struggled with the button on his jeans. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d unbuttoned a man’s jeans. I was very much out of practice and it showed.
His hands separated each side of my now-unbuttoned shirt, his eyes traveling over my exposed breasts. He slid my shirt off my shoulders, but it was stopped by the bend of my elbows. His tongue traced a line from the edge of my bare shoulder all the way to my collarbone.
I finally unbuttoned his jeans. I could feel the evidence of his arousal against my fingertips as I slid the zipper down.
He let out a growly moan. Now that my hands were no longer occupied with his jeans, I dropped them to my sides and my shirt slid to the floor.
He pressed a hand to my lower back, bringing my bare chest to his.
“You are so soft and perfect,” he said, his mouth finding mine again. His fingers hooked the thin waistband of my shorts, sliding them down my legs until they puddled at my feet. “I was hoping you were wearing some lacy panties again.”
I didn’t tell him I’d put them on right before he got here.
I tugged at the top of his jeans, trying to work them down but failing. He stepped back and assisted me in the effort, revealing a dark pair of boxer briefs. I couldn’t make out their color.
His eyes went to my bed. A smile lit up his face. “I haven’t seen a twin bed since I was five.”
“Is it smaller or bigger than you were picturing?”
“Smaller, much smaller.” He laughed, and I widened my eyes and covered his mouth with my hand.
“Sorry, sorry,” he whispered through my fingers, obviously trying hard to contain another laugh.
“Have you changed your mind?” I whispered back, nodding toward the bed.
Instead of answering, he scooped me up and placed me at the foot of the bed. I inched back toward the pillow as he climbed on, his knees and hands straddling my body on the way up because there wasn’t room for him to do it any other way.
When we both reached the pillow, he let one of his hips brush along mine until it rested on the bed, tight against me, giving his right hand full access to my body.
And it took advantage of the access, marking a path from my thigh, along the edges of my underwear, around my navel, up my sternum, and then slowly circling my nipple without touching it.
I arched against him, but he just followed the same path back down.
“Elijah,” I said on a sigh.
“You say my name much sweeter now,” he said.
“Do I?” I asked, my eyes closing with pleasure as my nerve endings danced beneath his fingertips. And he hadn’t even skimmed my most sensitive areas yet.
“You do.” He placed a soft kiss on my lips. “I like it.”
“Elijah,” I said again, a small whine in my voice this time.
“Yes?” he asked.
“Touch me.”
“I am touching you.”
I shifted toward him, pressing my breasts to his chest to feel skin against mine. “You know what I mean,” I said.
He rolled, shifting me onto my back before resuming his position.
Then his mouth was on my breast, sucking my nipple into his mouth and then releasing it to circle it with his tongue.
I let out a sharp moan of pleasure. His mouth left my breast and his hand went to my mouth, covering it like I had his earlier when he’d made too much noise.
I smiled but then opened my mouth and ran my tongue along his finger.
He dipped his finger into my mouth and I sucked on the end.
He watched me for a moment, his eyes intense.
Then he took his finger back and pressed his mouth to mine instead, his tongue sliding past my lips.
I took his now-free hand with mine and placed it back on my breast.
He smiled against my mouth but obliged, running a thumb over my peak before his hand moved down my body and stopped at the top of my underwear.
“Yes,” I said urgently against his mouth when he paused.
His fingers inched ever so slowly into my panties.
My breath was shallow and my body felt more alive than it had in a long time.
His middle finger followed my slit easily, proving just how ready I was for him.
I moved one leg over, opening myself up for him.
My foot found nothing but air, and I kept going until my leg up to my knee was dangling off the side of the bed.
The move gave him more freedom and he took it, his finger working me in just the right places. I arched against him.
And then there was a loud bang. At first, I thought his hand or back hit the wall, that’s how small the bed was and how close we were to the wall. But then I heard a far-off cry and I sat up with a jolt.
“Shit,” I said.
“What?” he asked, taking a second to catch up. “What was that?”
“My mom.” I jumped out of bed and stepped into my shorts. Instead of pulling on my own button-up shirt though, I grabbed his T-shirt from my desk chair and tugged it on. “I’ll be right back.”
“Should I come w—”
“No, stay.”